Environmentalism is Racism?

While searching for news stories, editorials, ads, etc to show the views, behaviors, and attitudes of people that don’t “support environmentalism”  or don’t believe in “going green” (I’m not going to attempt to define those phrases here), I come across some outlandish rants, theories, essays. This one is probably the most absurd I’ve read today. The essay itself is pretty much a waste of time, thought, webspace, but what really gets me more than the unforgiveable one-sidedness and narrowmindedness of these pieces is the little bites at the end of all these pieces that say “So and so, the author, has an an MBA, a PhD, graduated from an accredited university. He/she has many other published works and holds a prestigious teaching position.” My response is holy Hell, what is the point of a college education?!  There is something seriously wrong with our educational institutions. Clearly, they are not providing the tools and skills to think.

There are so many more convincing, legitimate arguments for opposing certain environmental policies or intiatives…why resort to this rubbish?

My Bet for PBB Double Up.

Nickname: Cathy
Status: In House
Real Name: Catherine Remperas
Origin: Bohol
Age: 22
Birthdate: October 8, 1987
Nationality: Filipino
Occupation: Nursing Graduate
Civil Status: Single
Religion: Catholic
Hobbies: Reading novels and historical stuff, watching TV and movies, malling, playing volleyball
Favorite Color: Yellow
Favorite Food: Seafood
Favorite Show: CNN, Discovery Channel, PBB
Favorite Actor: Shia LaBeouf
Favorite Actress: Angelina Jolie, Megan Fox
Favorite Singer: Avril Lavigne, Paramore, Lady Gaga At first glance, Cathy appears to be a half-and-half, though born to Filipino parents. This Boholana is actually a native of Zamboanga, until her search for her father led her to finally settle in Bohol. Though the search was successful, the reunion was not quite as expected. They found their father with another family, where they have four half-siblings. This discovery hindered them from ever really mending their relationship. Her need for a father figure probably plays a part in her choice of men. Cathy tends to gravitate towards men her senior, whom she feels can take care of her. Her most recent relationship was even with a man 16 years older than her. What would you consider your greatest accomplishment?
Getting my license as a nurse and getting accepted into PBB.
What/who will you miss the most upon entering the PBB House?
My cellphone, I-pod. And of course my family.
If you can be a celebrity for a day, who would you be and why?
Vilma Santos. She’s a good person and a very versatile actress.
Do you think you can get along with the other housemates? Why?
I am very flexible and can adjust to any situation.
What would irritate and annoy you the most inside the house?
Inconsiderate people.

 

What's the difference?

The funny that I promised yesterday:

Heh. I know that some people will perceive this as racist. However, I don’t think so. I see it as a good comeback by “Stranger”.

In other news, today I went to a concert by a family who are our close friends. They played a collection of pieces at their local public library. Some of the songs they sang were “The British Grenadiers”, “Joshua Fit the Battle of Jericho”, “It is Well”, and a medley of Australian songs such as “Waltzing Matilda”, “I Love a  Sunburnt Country”, and “I Am Australian”. Between them, they play violin, cello, oboe, and piano.

Abortion Anxiety

Thoughts in regard to news that an extreme fringe group of anti-abortionists is trying to drum up cash for legal defense of Scott Roeder, killer of Dr. George Tiller who tried to provide for women seeking safe abortion.

Ask most anti-abortion supporters where in the Bible it is stated that inducing abortion is forbidden and they dutifully allude to three or four selected biblical verses, especially the sixth Commandment forbidding killing.  Other verses cited are in regard to the conceiving of one special person such as a man who is allegedly meant to be a “prophet” or who is to become king.  Because God is referred to as having worked in the womb of some certain woman for God’s special purpose, none of the verses used as authority declare or even imply that God is the active participant in every conception.

A favorite bit of anti-abortion propaganda is a phrase in the first chapter of the book of Jeremiah, verse 5, that goes; “Before I formed thee in the belly I knew thee…”  If these Bible pickers would just read the rest of the passage, the words there do not support their argument.  The phrase held in such fanatic respect was allegedly spoken to Jeremiah personally, to whom God also allegedly said, “…before thou camest forth out of the womb, I sanctified thee, and I ordained thee a prophet of nations.”  The soliloquy continues through verse 10 and elaborates on Jeremiah’s call as “prophet.”  So, unless everyone is to play the role of “prophet” to nations it cannot be said of them, “…before I formed thee in the belly I knew thee.”

Another favorite bit of cherry picking the Bible is Psalms 139:13-16, supposedly composed by King David, that alludes, “…thou hast covered me in my mother’s womb.”  And, “My substance was not hid from thee, when I was made in secret, and curiously wrought in the lowest parts of the earth.  Thine eyes did see my substance, yet being unperfect; and in thy book all my members were written which in continuance were fashioned, when as yet there was none of them.”  So, once again, only one particular pregnancy was personally activated and it does not support the claim that every conception is God-ordained.

The third popular selection of holy word ferreted out by anti-abortionists comes from Luke 1:39-41 that describes the unlikelihood of a fetus (who was to become John the Baptist) carried in Elisabeth’s body leaping in his mother’s womb when Mary, pregnant with Jesus, greeted her.  That passage is taken by anti-abortionists to imply that all gestating fetuses are sentient persons; but once again the account is in regard only to a “prophet” allegedly ordained by God. 

Religious dogma too often celebrates ignorance, such as the untruth that self-aware physical personhood begins at conception.  A fertilized egg—a zygote—within a woman’s abdomen becomes active with 23 chromosomes from her egg and 23 chromosomes from a man’s sperm.  The resultant single cell that evolves then contains all the DNA to initiate a cellular glob, but that cellular mass has only the potential to evolve into a physical independent being.  The unproven assertion that a cognizant human exists is not a scientific or holy fact.

During the gestation period, a simple cell amoeba becomes activated by drawing upon nutrients and oxygen supplied by the carrier, which then converts (evolves) into biological energy which causes cells to divide, multiply and grow.  The developing energy-substance, although containing all 46 chromosomes for a potential human being, is not yet endowed with consciousness of self.  It is still simply a growing amoeba, meaning that it is without consciousness of personhood.  This is the indifferent method as described in Genesis by which all life in nature was programmed to renew itself.

Although a zygote, the fertilized egg, does contain all 46 chromosomes that can involve and evolve as a potential human, it is alive only as a mass of cells that are multiplying as an energy substance which continues to lack any consciousness of self.  That energy-mass will react to stimulus around itself just as “dead” tissue can be made to jerk by electrical stimulation, but it does not and cannot exist except by drawing all necessary life stimulants from its carrier.  Until the developing mass can breathe and take nourishment with a smattering of consciousness, it remains only a potential person.

ran.dom.ness

Thanks to my highly productive habit of surfing randomly, these are the few gems that I’ve come across these few days.

1. Dating Delilah: Purity from a New Perspective

I’ve heard about it sometime ago but today’s the first time I read it from cover to cover. An easy read. A fantastic reminder.

2. Your Pictures: Autumn

God’s whimsical creativity at its best. It tempts me to blast $1,500 to fly there and sit on those roll-able grass under a huge tree, reading the day away till dusk comes.

3. Flashmob: 100 Japanese

Some of you have seen Spore Flashmob that took place last week. Not too bad, Spore! Nevertheless, nothing can beat the wacky Japs…

Halloween: Costume Boots

For Halloween, I’m being a mod girl. Now, no mod girl costume is complete without a pair of go-go boots. I am not willing, however, to spend $30 or whatever on go-go boots, so I decided to make my own fake boots for the costume. Here is how I did it!

First, I took paper and wrapped it around my leg to make the pattern for my calf. Then I did the same with my foot. I did not intend for the boots to cover the bottom of my foot, but in the end they half-cover it.

Next, I double-checked that this pattern would meet in all the right places. Since this is not intended to look perfect, I didn’t worry about seams meeting perfectly, only that it would sew up and successfully look like a boot.

I then tried out the pattern on scrap paper that was lying around. As you can see, the pattern is not at all perfected and there are places where it doesn’t fit right. Also, I basted elastic to the toe section so that it would sit under the toes. I did not do this in the final version, but if you cut your pattern to allow for it it does make for a more finished look.

Next I made the real thing! I used costume fabric that is slightly stretchy, shiny, and somewhat sturdy. Don’t ask me what it’s called, but any store that sells fabric that is good for dance costumes should have something like this. I ended up just cutting the toe area so that it would sit decently and look good enough for a costume (I will probably wear white socks underneath).

 

Later maybe I’ll add a photo of the bottom of the boot.

Stock vs. Broth

Have you ever wondered the difference between stocks and broths?  Can you tell which is stock and which is broth in the picture? Keep reading and see if you can figure it out.  Recently when I was making Italian Wedding Soup I was wondering the difference (not that I haven’t wondered this before but now I have wondered to the point of actually finding out the answer).   The recipe recommends homemade chicken stock and I didn’t have any or have I ever made any.  I had a box of broth already and purchased a box of stock. 

 I actually picked the brand of stock based on an article in Real Simple magazine rating it the best all-around.  Although the article’s title just mentions chicken broth and doesn’t say if  they tested both in each category some winners were broth and others were stock.  

Anyway..after some research here’s what I found out:

Short Version:                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          Chicken stock tends to be made more from bony parts, whereas chicken broth is made more out of meat. Chicken stock tends to have a fuller mouth feel and richer flavor, due to the gelatin released by long-simmering bones.

Long Version:                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   The basic differences between a broth and a stock lies in its “properties”. For example, a chicken broth will react differently when deglazing a sauté pan than a chicken stock. The reason for this is that the chicken stock will contain more gelée (gelée=gelatine=dissolved cartilage) than chicken broth and will bind up the pan drippings into a pan sauce as the stock is reduced, replacing the alternative of cream or butter to aid in this process. The type of chicken parts used in the pot and the amount of extraction of gelée depends on the length of reduction. These are the key factors to consider in determining whether you are making chicken stock or chicken broth.

Chicken broth is usually made with chicken meat and chicken parts, with a high flesh to bone ratio. Whole chicken or assorted parts can be used. Fryers and roasters, both readily available at your local supermarket, do not produce satisfactory results. Stewing hens produce the best broth and are often available in the poultry section in your market.  For the more adventuresome, you may be able to locate someone who has a small flock of laying hens that are past their prime for egg production. Purchase one or two of them to slaughter and dress yourself. The reduction time for chicken broth at sea level is about 3 hours.

Chicken stock is made mostly of chicken parts that have a very low flesh to bone ratio. Backs, necks and breast bones produce the best stock. These boney parts are also readily available at your local supermarket, either in the case or by special order. It is also advantageous to buy whole chickens and cut them up yourself for other recipes. You can then freeze backbones, wing tips, and other parts not used in your original recipe until you are ready to make your stock. To achieve the maximum extraction of gelée from the chicken bones the reduction time at sea level is 6 hours. Water, vegetables, herbs, and salt are ingredients that are common to both stock and broth

 

These are just the basics that I found.  There are tons of actual recipes out there to get you(and me) started.

So now do you know which is which in the picture?

I tasted both of these and the broth really just tasted like salt and the stock had a nice full flavor to it.  Not that I would recommend actually just drinking either one of these on their own.  As you can see I got the cheapest broth available so I am not sure if another brand would have more flavor or not.  The stock I got was one of the more expensive brands except for the organic kinds so that might have also made a difference.  The write-up in Real Simple said that this stock would be great in every kind of dish from a soup to stuffing, sounds like a winner to me!  Hope this helps anyone who was wondering about this but hadn’t actually found the answer yet, you just did!  And if you already knew the difference..well I guess I kept you reading!

Day out.

Went clinic with Mum today.
And shopping with her too!

Afterward, met up with Justin and Caroline.
Me and Justin did the discussion about the AEM presentation.
It was super dumb.
Because his lappy’s microsoft expired or something.
It couldn’t work. ._.

Laughs!
I told him, I’ll upload it. Hahahaha.

Anyway, my phone’s battery flat. :/
Seriously, it was so inconvenient. Gah.

I don’t wanna go school tomorrow!
It’s the presentation and bridging programme!
So boring. x.x

P/S: I think I’ll work overnight for the AEM thing. Who’s the leader?!!

Twenty four / seven.
Just for you.

Distraction Attraction

As project deadlines, presentations and examinations loom closer and closer, I find myself becoming more easily distracted. And as a third-year business student, I find myself losing steam and facing increasing difficulty drawing strength and motivation from whatever high powers to stop procrastinating and getting my work done. hahas!

For a larger part of these past 2 months, after reading ‘The Starbucks Experience’, I’ve become brainwashed and willing to spend up to $7 on a cup of coffee.

And yet reluctant to spend $4 on a proper meal. wth? right?!

Also, ONLINE SHOPPING!! who can forget that?!

Add i-xclusive to your list of online shops.

I got this Peach Crystal Racerback Tank cos I’ve been looking for something (else) to match my Zambesi alibaba pants which you can see here!

Their wares are sourced from the nearby region and not only do they sell to normal people like you and me. They also do wholesale business, selling to other online shops.

Cut out the middleman! Buy direct from the source!!! hahas.

I like how their stuff is basic but with a twist. Not as commercial and mass market as some other online stores, but still with its own appeal.

Mai dong xi, he dong xi!

(Buy something, Drink something!)

 

expletive heavy. 2 knights to right many essays and read business notes... one quarter draft.

paying back your work debt by taking a loan from the sleep bank. so that you don’t get smelly when the defecation hits that oscillation. and trust me kids. its gonna fucking happen.

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when i see a couple enter a love hotel to bump uglies,  i retch. i retch, because i imagine a roiling mass of fat and hair and sweat stretching a queen sized bed to the limits of its cheap wood and nail rig. why, perhaps the guy who hammered the nails into that particular bed could be fucking hammering and nailing on top of  it right now.

hotel 81.

i really really hate the fact that hotel 81 is near my house. really. i went to but a bottle of 100plus and a can of red bull(not gonna sleep for the next 2 days) when i passed by this couple walk in to hotel 81. the old man had his hand so far up his woman’s skirt, he might as well changed his name to Gepetto.

you think to your self, that is one, ugly fucking mother fucker. and then you double back and realize in horror he could actually be a motherfaaaaaa…

and then you walk past the dingy shopping center where you cut your hair and take now and then whilst waiting for mom to come home and open the door since you forgot your keys… and you suddenly realise the amount of ass sold and snorted on in your vicinity might actually amount for more business than all the other establishments combined. two “hotels”, four”massage parlours” and one karaoke “lounge”. women dolled up with cartoony makeup. mamasan always touting me when i step out of the lift. 7-11 sells energy drinks, snacks, smokes, beers, coffee…. everythign you need.prata shop and durian shop provide the right kind of steamy stinky atmosphere to complement the general atmosphere of this lovely little cottage industry that caters to the people in my area who need to get on their good foot and do that bad thing, for less than a hundred bucks.

then you remmember that you still have 2 essays  due last week and 5 lectures worth of notes and tutorials to sift through and one set of project and to top it off fyp which occupies an average of 20%  of my thoughts at any time. so you walk off, into the orangey “darkness” of the night.

i will one day move out of serangoon. and this is the only thing i wont miss about this place. peace.

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this was a really eventful weekend. didnt get much work done. but it was fun.

on saturday.

graffiti workshop. hung out with rrrr and clavin. learnt the awesomeness of pink spray paint. hopefully i can enter the competition as well. not many thoughts with respect to this. i do know that i will one day leave my own marks on the walls of sg too. but i need to stop procastinating. moving right along to stop 2.trust me kids, theres alot to cover here. and btw, aids is bad for u.

yys bdae. walked for one fucking hour looking for the guys. covered almost 80% of east coast park. ate some cake. couldnt hang out more since i had other places to be and more people to meet. had the pleasure of seeing the book detailing stick and balloons trip thru europe. a real treat! the place they chose to chill out was actually pretty awesome. it was quiet. not too sandy. the view of the sunset made my day. then had to rush to meet andy and got to stop 3!

play.had to watch one for my drama class.

we watched a play that i will say was more style than substance. i’ll also say this was not a problem for me, for my shallow self was in absolute joy watching the play. there was one particular scene which seriously made my 25 dollars worth it. one of the actresses was describing a car crash and when she said BANG!, she said it as bang. in a normal, if not slightly softer tone. and the lights changed for the duration of that word to a deep deep inky red and immediately switched back and things went on as per normal. very cool. alot of things i saw in the play could be applied directly into animation as very very effective and economic storytelling technique. excited.

ive always had this smug concept that everyone outside adm in ntu was cattle. which is true for the most part. but its never a good idea to underestimate your peers. more than once ive seen ideas and levels of thinking far superior to my own. more often than not during this class… its been pointed out to me that ive fallen into a particular mould, a closed minded thought process moulded by 3 years of exposure to only one type of media. oh the irony. i’m supposed to be one of the ‘creatives’ but im just another cow in many areas, not just in physicality.

its sad i couldnt take any pics. andy and siti seem like pretty cool ppls, but i felt quite under dressed standing next to siti who was looking very very pretty todae. hot damn.take a moment to process that. so i kept my camera to myself. met jeremy there. that was a treat. cabbed with siti to stop 4, which was also the final stop for the day. had some interesting, if at times overly reminiscent cab conversation on the way, punctuated with moments of wtf, mind you, not initiated by me -_____- . cab conversation has its own special appeal, because of the unpredictable duration it lasts. the fact that more often than not you feel pressured to talk to the person next to you to get the full worth of your fare, to pass the time… to not have to stare at your phone as if you have some important message coming in… the intimate quality of vinyl seats moving at an average of 80kmph is not to be taken lightly, everyone makes a connection during this stage. even with the cab driver this can be achieved, although its abit difficult to do so since he needs to keep is fucking eyes on the road. so moving right along… part 4.

nicoles bdae

got there in time for the cake cutting. managed to keep to my no alcohol policy for the most part. but had one quarter of a draft before i left. felt some guilt, which is good. took some pics with my buddies frm year one. love them to bits. but you already knew that didnt you.

sunday was spent in bed and on my chair, watching family guy and flash forward. thinking about pretty girls with smarts and my superficial self.

at about 1030 i finally got to doing work, and walked to 7-11 to get some battery juice.

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what if fyp turns into a nightmare?

a question that grips my throat everytime i take a shit or take a walk or sip my coffee. the complexity and the epicness of the various gags and transitions and effects we have crammed into our story frightens me whilst at the same time excites me. for whilst the spectre of failure looms everytime i switch on maya, the hope that i might finally achieve awesome is intoxicating. so very very seductive. so i soldier on. i push my life around. i dont do my fucking essays and i skip out on meetings, so i can do my fyp. and i dont regret it. because the kids at calarts and sheridan and gobelins and supinfocom dont have to put up with shit like french and business finance. so neither do i.

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kader.i love all my friends and im gonna miss adm when i graduate. i wont miss ntu thou.

Snart foto-jobb

Sov oförskämt länge imorse, speciellt med tanke på att vi fick en extra timme… Men jag mår så mycket bättre när jag sovit 8 timmar… Gör det dock väldigt sällan. Dessutom har jag haft en så speedad vecka att jag haft otroligt svårt att somna.

Nu har jag druckit en bajla kaffe och vaknat till i alla fall så nu ska jag snart göra iordning studion för komman jobb idag. Ska fota en massa tavlor bara. Inte det mest intressanta jobbet kanske, men det är i alla fall lätt. Släng upp lite ljus och paraplyer, fixa till den vita bakgrunden, rensa upp rummet från katt-leksaker och dylikt, övertala katterna om att dom måste hålla sej ute ur studion medan jag fotar, veckla ut stativet, osv, osv. Sen är det bara att trycka av.
Sen ska jag fortsätta på en hemsida.

Hoppas att ni alla får en underbar dag!

updates, updates, updates!!!

Tonight we finally got around to getting our pumpkins carved.  JonJon didn’t want to stick his hand inside because he said it was yucky.  LOL  Finally was able to snap a photo of him sticking his arm in..

I’ll have the finished products up later!  Mike and JonJon still need to carve theirs.  I got mine done tonight!

We went to “Scare in the Park” today at the fairgrounds.  One of the local hospitals sponsored it.  They had a petty zoo, wagon ride, hay maze and then in the halls they had the scarey stuff…but we didn’t go in there..obviously!  It was really cooooooold and windy, but JonJon seemed to enjoy himself.  I didn’t take my camera.   oopsy.  He got to pet some bunnies and he touched one of the goats.  He loved looking at the peacocks and looked at all the other animals, but he was more interested in picking out a pumpkin and looking at the bunnies and baby chicks, more than anything.  Oh we got to go on a “hayride” too…boy that was cold!!! brrr

Finally got the pictures I took from my plane ride a few weeks ago uploaded.  I’ll post some here!! 

I had such a good time just flying around…peace and quiet….open air…beautiful sunset and scenary!  I wish Chris still lived here because the trees are just gorgeous right now!!

And the last thing to update is that I finally swallowed my fear and started a facebook page for my photography business!!  ( I had my own website, but some stupid idiots overseas hacked it and put some rather obscence stuff on it.   Just because our last name is in the web address…The origin of our last name is from overseas…but both my husband and I were born and raised here in the United States!)  Anyway…it really peeved us both!  I have a facebook button on my sidebar on my page.  I hope you’ll go and check it out!  I’ve also got an email address for the photography business.  It’s heathersphotography@inich.com .   Contact me if you’d like some more information on what types of photo’s I’m available to take!    I’m really excited about it.  I hope that I can do well with this endeavor!!  I’ve told a few people I’ve taken pictures for that I like to call myself “The Working Man’s Photographer!”  LOL  Cuz I’m cheap!!

Case of Bad Luck....

Well just as the title says…it’s not a good week. It started on Wednesday when I read Book II of Paradise lost the previous night making sure I memorize all the characters names knowing who spoke only to completely blank out when I took the quiz Wednesday (and totally got a zero on it but its my lowest so no worries really for me). Then I was having body aches (including my ear aches which leads to head aches). So woke up Thursday going to class for an hour and then after making sure my group was okay I left to the international office to clear some things up about visa procedures I started to feel ill. So I didn’t go to the one class I’m struggling in because I was so tired I could bearly eat lunch (which is is usually breakfast for one if I forget to grab something on the way out the door). 

Okay here is where the real bad luck got started. I went to English class and got my zero quiz score which didn’t bother me at all. Then I called DELL to ask them why my printer says Error 2200 only for the guy to tell me sorry your warrenty expire so I can’t help you. Well after I snap back (not yelling so don’t overthink) saying I know what your going to tell me and the website doesn’t help. Basically everyone who bought a dell photo 926 has wasted money. The scanner would just randomly quit working…the guy told me its broke and suggested I buy a new one. Well the reason why I was angry was because I needed to scan my passport so I can recieved my certificate of elgibility to go to Japan in January as quickly as possible since I still need to apply for a visa. Well lucky for me my study abroad advisor had a copy so she did it for me. Also because it was raining (and I don’t own a pair of rainboots) plus my pants wouldn’t stay rolled up so my favorites pants got ruined (plus I just don’t like rain). So after class I drag my crap downstairs to meet my parents and my dad worrying about me took me to Student Health. Lucky the only thing I didn’t have was a fever so the doctor told me to be careful because if it becomes a fever then he would have to treated as H1N1 (I have a virus just not that one *does happy dance because she won’t be move to the sick floor*). Well we are just leaving the hospital when all of a sudden our car broke down . Well we had to get it towed then I had to called a taxi to take me back to the dorm (lucky we was still in city and not in some country place like last time). Well my parents ride couldn’t come until the morning so I hunted down for an extra matress and decided to go ahead and do some washing since I couldn’t do it at home. Well when I finally falling alseep at 1 o’clock in the morning, the fire alarm goes off. Yep….so I didn’t get much sleep after that so I feeling quite the same as the last two days and was unable to stay ahead in my work so Sunday I’m going to working all day on homework again. So after still story I think I will be taking a break for a while but I do have question for those read my blog. From January until June….are you guys interested in me posting about living in Japan? I will be there until about May 31st but I’m sure it will be June until I post everything about it.

Τα τρουφάκια που όλοι περιμένουν!

Χθες έληξε η σύμβασή μου και πλέον είμαι και επίσημα απολυμένη. Έθιμο είναι τα κεράσματα.. Δεν το καθιερώσαμε εμείς, υπάρχει εδώ και πολύ καιρό.. Η συνταγή με τα τρουφάκια πέτυχε για ακόμη μία φορά να σαγηνεύσει τα πλήθη κι επειδή μου το ζητήσατε… θα σας την αποκαλύψω!

Υλικά

3 κουτιά πτι-μπερ (κατά προτίμηση Παπαδοπούλου-όχι,δε με πληρώνουν για διαφήμιση)

5 κουταλιές της σούπας κακάο

1 ζαχαρούχο γάλα

1 κουτί (αυτό του ζαχαρούχου) νερό

1 βιτάμ λιωμένο

Οδηγίες παρασκευής (νομίζω ότι μου πάει ο ρόλος του ζαχαροπλάστη)

Παίρνουμε ένα μεγάλο μπωλ και σπάμε τα μπισκότα πτι-μπερ. Δεν είναι ανάγκη να τα διαλύσουμε τελείως, γιατί βάζοντας σιγά σιγά τα υπόλοιπα υλικά σπάνε περισσότερο. Οπότε στο τέλος θα έχουμε το επιθυμητό αποτέλεσμα! Μόλις τελειώσουμε με τα 3 κουτιά πτι-μπερ, ρίχνουμε το κακάο και ανακατεύουμε μέχρι να απλωθεί ομοιόμορφα στα μπισκοτάκια μας! Παράλληλα μπορούμε να έχουμε τοποθετήσει το βιτάμ στο μπρίκι ή σε ένα κατσαρολάκι στη φωτιά για μην περιμένουμε να λιώσει μετά.

Προσθέτουμε στο μίγμα μας το ζαχαρούχο, το νερό και το βιτάμ και συνεχίζουμε το ανακάτεμα! Σταματαμε μόνο όταν βεβαιωθούμε ότι έχει γίνει ομοιόμορφο και δεν υπάρχουν κομμάτια βιτάμ ξεχασμένα ανάμεσα! Το μίγμα μας είναι έτοιμο! Για να μπορέσουμε να το πλάσουμε χωρίς να κολλάει πολύ στα χέρια μας, μπορούμε να το βάλουμε στο ψυγείο για λίγη ώρα ή στην κατάψυξη για λιγότερη !

Μετά το μόνο που απομένει είναι να το μετατρέψουμε σε κολασμένα μπαλλάκια! Διαλέγουμε φυσικά την επικάλυψη που επιθυμούμε. Εγώ έχω ιδιαίτερη προτίμηση στο ινδοκάρυδο και τη συγκεκριμένη φορά δοκίμασα και τη χρωματιστή τρούφα. Τη μαύρη τρούφα την αποφεύγω, γιατί δεν κάνει πολύ αντίθεση με το εσωτερικό και δεν τα απολαμβάνω εξίσου! Επιλογή σας!

υ.γ. Όπως κάθε ζαχαροπλάστης που σέβεται τον εαυτό του, έχω κρατήσει ένα μυστικό συστατικό για μένα.. Έτσι, για να λένε ότι δεν είναι τόσο ωραία όσο της serenitsas!

Chipmunk face? .. Nahh :p

As requested by people who wanted to see my awesome chipmunk/puffer fish face after I took out my bottom 2 wisdom teeth.  Yeah no make up, no nothing, pale as fuck, lol I look pretty miserable.

chipmunk? (o - . - o)

I THINK NOT! ^__^ Either the specialist who did it for me was REALLY PRO (which he is) or the swelling just hasn’t hit me yet.  But either way, from what specialists and dentists tell me, you only really swell up if the specialist who extracted the teeth for you did a poor job, or you don’t follow the home care instructions carefully.  But most of the time it’s just specialists doing a shitty job and they say it’s normal to swell up, but it’s really not.

Oh xoxo to my Steph who bought me Tuttimelon Frozen Yogurt (Fro-yo) : http://www.tuttimelon.com/

I swear that made my day after the miserable morning and afternoon.  While I was eating congee, I still tasted blood in my mouth.. it was so nasty. >.>

But yeah, Tutti’s been our place to hang and study now.  It’s weird, when I eat frozen yogurts, it feels so much healthier than eating ice cream. Maybe just the fact that it’s not nearly as sweeet as ice cream.  And it’s great cause the owner of that Tuttimelon lets you sit there for hours so you can study there and it has free WiFi, PLUS it closes really late. It’s so much better than going to coffee places imo.  I can’t stand caffeine at night, and their pastries you get there are so unhealthy lol.

I’m totally looking forward to eating oatmeal, congee, and froyos for the rest of the week and then losing another 3-5 pounds.  OH AND IT’S GREAT how my uncle’s bday is this weekend and he’s having HOT POT and I can’t eat anything there but congee… ugh.  And for those of you who know what Hotpot is, their beef, pork neck, fish balls, beef balls, and a whole bunch of other things I can’t name atm, but all of them are soooooooooooooooooo delicious. v.v”  Yeah, F.M.L . .

Vampii

Russian Roulette [aka Everyone Needs to Fall Back]

I Can’t Believe This. Rihanna’s a Devil Worshipper Now? The Internets is Hilarious.

So, I heard Rhi’s Rhi’s Russian Roulette when it leaked on Monday, and my first impression of the song was that it was dark…well much darker than her usual fare.

But, I mean, Disturbia anyone? Is this surprising at this point in her career? I mean since she initially came out inn 2005 with “Pon De Replay” and her first album (Music of the Sun) she’s progressively evolved as an artist, and it’s become much much MUCH darker. And I think that has to do with the amount of creative control she’s had over her music and image. But I mean, that’s just what I think.

She hasn’t been singing about puppies and ice cream, if you hadn’t noticed. Everytime you see here she’s signing about some sort of issue, wearing some form of All Black Everything, and you know what, that’s what she does. Right? Last time I checked.

So, now after the February Chris Brown fiasco, Rihanna’s  Russian Roulette leaks, and like I initially said it is dark. No denying that, I know what dark song sounds like. And this song’s a slow tempo ballad,  and coupled with the implied meaning of the title, and of course, the fact that anything she ever sings from this point on will SOMEHOW, SOMEWAY be connected to Chris Brown, can make for a somewhat depressing listen. And it’s produced by Ne-Yo. The KING of ALL SAD SONGS.

But it’s about suicide now, really? I didn’t get that from my countless listens.

The lyrics themselves, pretty darn vague. As, to point, a lot of songs lyrics are. We as listeners tend to connect the lyrics to our lives and personal experiences, and that’s the beauty of music.

But back to the point. She’s explicit about the Russian Roulette references, but then again it’s a game of chance. She could be talking about taking a chance to do anything. Literally. She speaks about her fear, and her determination to play for keeps, but I mean. Play what game? Keep what?

And for every person who says, “Yeah she’s talking about suicide” there’s got to be someone who gets that this song relies heavily on implication. Yes, it could be about suicide, or it could be about making a hard decision, or I don’t know, breaking up with someone, or whatever.

So somehow, people are like she’s a devil worshipper, and I’m like whoa, I was still on the suicide thing. How does this, her love of leather and straps, her lyrics, and image make her a devil worshipper?

This is like the Three 6 Mafia Thing all over again.

So. Please.

Just. You know. Fall Back.

Rhi’s Not a Devil Worshipper. Eye Roll. Relax.

It’s Just a Song Folks!

3rd Time's a Charm

Soooooo… I started my 3rd round of work experience today. What. A. Nerd. The one that I never intended to do, had my blinders up to avoid, too good an opportunity to pass up, yada yada yada. Yeah, that one.

I would love to tell you about it till my little hearts all content. However, as this is the wide, glorious world of the internet, I happen not to be that stoopid. I’ve read horror/stupidity tales of people that have blogged about the goings on of their workplace, and subsequently lost their job and looked a tad foolish in the process (check out Dooce. Luckily her life goes more than alright). I will not be that stupid!

What I will say, though, is that it’s in television and they’re talking about offering me an internship/job once I finish. I didn’t think I wanted this. Well, I obviously want it, but didn’t think I’d want it now. But when I am there, in that place, with those people, I want it soo much.

It defies my better logic.

And it is completely terrifying. Slightly less terrifying now that I know I don’t have to wear a chick suit to the office (just strangle me with the top button already, it’s like murder). I shall wear my fun floral blouses and old-school finds with wild abandon. I feel so old. It’s much better, however, knowing that I’m not signing my life away for the next 5 years. I still intend to go travelling sometime next year. I will still have another Christmas in the snow. I will start to speak 1000 accents, none of them my own. It’s simply the order of things that are a little bit crazed right now.

So all thought and direction and plans are out the window. I’m on an open path and I don’t know where it will carry me.

And I definitely like the sound of that…

im eating hot cheetos in bed, uh-oh

I am procrastinating studying for my spanish test. I don’t know where these images are from. I have this folder on my desktop labled*, “maybe” that I just shove tons and tons of images from google/blogs/allovertheinternets because I can’t cope with leaving them somewhere that I can’t find later. It’s getting to be quite a large folder, so now I am just going to unload new images onto this, see. It makes sense. Man, why is blogging so appetizing when you have a lot of shit to do? For real. Let’s see… what ’s new with me.?  Oh! I bought my first tube of lipstick yesterday! Revlon’s Matte ‘Really Red’. I know, right? Holla atcha girl… or should I saw WOMAN. I don’t know what occasion will be appropriate to debut this shout out LOUD of a lipstick, but I hope it comes soon because red lipstick makes me feel funky! And pretty! And fun! And badass!

Okay, all I have going for me right now is lipstick. Fine. FINE.

I’ll study now. CYA.

*I literally cannot figure out how to spell labeled. Oh… there it is.

Your Brain > My Brain

Crazy holidays complaints

We’re octobre, so (almost) everyone is back from holiday, but not everyone came back that happy; some people complained, critised, … crazy comes first (official complaints of guests):

• “There was too much sand on the beach” …
• “The soup in our hotel was too fat” (It turned out that this person thought some sauce was the hotels’ soup)
• “Nobody warned us there were fish in the sea.”
• “In the brochure the color of the beach was yellow, there, the sand was white!”
• “Nobody told us that we had to take a boat to go from one island to another.”
• “We ordered two single beds, when we got there, we got one double bed. I hold you responsible for the pregnancy of my wife.”

Let’s hope you had a nice holiday

All these crazy rules

Got this from one of my favourite haunts, Le Love and they always just gets to me, I don’t know, but they just do …

so i’m trying pretty hard to be perfect. perhaps perfect is too strong; mindful, considerate, eager to please, call it what you will.

don’t text too much because it comes across as desperate. never send two texts in a row for the same reason. no facebook chat every time he logs on, ‘cause that’s desperate too, as is ‘Liking’ everything he posts, so don’t do that either. remember not to ask when we’re seeing each other next because nonchalance is key, right? don’t sound to eager when he suggests doing something in the future, remember, nonchalance. when you’re out with other people, don’t demand his attention, he’s not there just for you. and don’t make an issue of him making friends with new girls, that’s asking for trouble, you don’t want to look jealous and insecure. when he wants to go to sleep before you do, don’t latch onto him because you’ll seem weak, needy, intense.

all these crazy rules i’ve made up in my head so you don’t see past this facade. i’m not nonchalant, i over-think everything. i can be intense, and i’m definitely jealous at times. but in essence, at the crux of all this overanalysation; i am insanely in love with you. i just wish you knew how far away i am from nonchalance. 

Scary? Meh. Creepy? You Betcha

Last night I finally pulled my head out of the books and reintroduced myself with the outside world. Not as scary as I built it up to be. Actually, seeing people going about doing their Friday night thing was a welcomed change to what sick people do any given night of the week. Man, hospitals are growing old . Anywho, I decided to go grab dinner and see a movie. But not just some random movie like the bullshit that was thrust on us this summer but a very much anticipated independently made film that has been on my “must see” list ever since it was introduced to a film fest in 2007. I know you have heard the hype about this too. Paranormal Activity.

I don’t think I will go too far into the movie about how it came to be a nation wide blockbuster but I will say what I walked away with. This film finally accomplished what most horror movies fail to do; genuinely creep me out. I don’t believe I have had that happen to me in the theater in some time. I mean, horror directors like Zombie and Eli Roth do a great job of disturbing me through gore and violence, but they couldn’t even dream of creeping me out. They make movies for brain-dead teenagers. Paranormal Activity is a totally different bag of Swedish fish. There is thought, creativity, no CGI, brilliant acting, and a building tension that will literally have your muscles twitching  from squeezing the armrest.

As much as I loved this film it is not the scariest that I have seen. But probably the most creepy. Yes, it is a Blair Witch type genre movie and there are times when you actually believe this is not a mockumetory but the real home video. And that is the acting. If it was not for the two amazing actors, this film would fail. And in a world full of empty-headed movie viewers that have to see the monster rather that using imagination, it is a real risk to put the film in the hands of two people.

Speaking of creepy, I want to share scenes from movies that give me the creeps so you can judge where I am coming from.

The Ring:

I know that I am probably dumbing this blog down by claiming the movie The Ring to be one of the creepiest that I have seen but…I guess I am dumb. The movie as a whole was not very scary but this scene took me from expecting a “teen horror pop film” to a chill so deep I almost threw my VCR out that very night. I suppose it was because I knew nothing of it before I saw it in the theaters.

Jaws:

This is a scary movie. Quite possibly the scariest that I have ever seen and it hits all points of fear: scared of the unknown, being eaten alive, alien enviroment, dark places, and of course the helplessness. The particular scene that got me the worst was when Alex Kittner was attacked and everyone just stood there in a panic on the beach. The only view we had of the shark was the massive rollover of the dorsal and pectoral fin giving us a pretty good idea how large this fish was. Fucking enormous. I can still hear that poor kid coughing underwater as he was pulled down and devoured.

The Haunting (1991):

This made for TV movie has a definite WE or Lifetime feel to it but when I saw it at 12 years old back in the nineties, I think my bedroom lights were on for the rest of the year. Now almost 20 years later I can still see why. It has a genuine creepiness through simple bumps and whispers. When you take a normal family in a suburb that experience unexplainable events that progress to evil acts in the safety of their own home, you just can’t help but think of that in bed at midnight.

The Exorcism of Emily Rose:

Again, not a very scary film but the creeps are all over this. I don’t know if she was possessed or not but the scene of her contorted on the floor staring at her boyfriend as he slept made my feet go cold. There is nothing more disturbing than having someone stare at you in your most vulnerable state.

Learn from my mistakes! The night I saw this with my ex-girlfriend we went to bed and she was pretty riled up from the film. A few hours later I woke up to use the restroom and came back to bed. For some reason it seemed like a good idea to “act out” the same scene when Emily was contorted and lying on the floor, staring right at her. I coughed a few times to wake her and when she came to and realized I wasn’t beside her she looked around the room and called for me. She sat up and looked right at me being a total asshole on the floor and holy shit! She freaked out. There was screaming and tears. I didn’t think it was that scary. Makes you wonder why we didn’t last, huh?

So to recap, go see Paranormal Activity. But remember, the fear doesn’t come in the theater quite like it does at 2am from the safety of your own bed. Man, now that is brilliant film making.

Animal Intelligence

Sitting outside on the porch yesterday morning, enjoying a cup of coffee, I had the three little birds (2 parakeets & a parrotlet) in their cage which I put in a large cage for their safety.  It has a somewhat complicated latch.  My macaw (pictured here) was outside with me.  He was wandering around and climbed up on the big cage.  He wanted in.  I did not want him in there so he took matters into his own hands, or should I say beak.  What he proceeded to do simply stunned me.  Animal intelligence underestimated!

The latch is not easy to open.  I have to lift up until it catches and then I slide it to the left.  It’s not an easy “slide.”  I have to wiggle it to the left.  Apparently my macaw, whose name is Ducky, has been watching me open up the door.  This sets the scene as to what happened next.

Sitting there enjoying my coffee, Ducky climbed up on the big cage.  He hung on the door and I watched him lift the latch.  He now has my full attention as I want to see what he does next.  After lifting the latch, he is still for a moment and then moves to the right of the door and latch.  He needs his body weight to push against the latch.  I watch him push and then start tapping at it with his beak to get it to move.  Once he has moved it, he moves even farther to the right so he can swing the door open. 

Why I find this so amazing is that it really is a complicated latch.  He had to be watching me to be able to figure out how to open it.  He knew the steps he had to take in order to open it.  First, he had to lift the latch until it clicked in place.  Once it clicked in place, he needed to slide it to the left.  He had to move over to slide it because it is somewhat heavy for his size.  He had to bang at it with his beak and in order to do so so, he had to be at the right hand side to bang at it.  Once it was unlatched, he had to move even farther to the right to swing open the door.

I really was simply amazed and shocked that he was able to get the door open.  We take these critters for granted but they really have an intelligence that we may not be aware of.  He was quiet in going about his business in opening the door.  He was quiet as he watched me in the past open the door.  He took in the the requirements for opening up the latch.  I had no idea he was watching and learning.  I did not train him, he watched and learned on his own. 

Amazing!

A day that went by....

First of all happy Diwali Folks… Hope u are all having a nice time…

Well yesterday was quite hectic…I was all excited to watch the T20 games in Chinnaswamy stadium…it was my first experience of watching a day night game live inside the stadium

All geared up we left for the stadium by 2:30,on the way a friend of mine got a call saying that apparently there is bomb scare at the ground…and as always my first reaction to that was ‘its a hoax’… being deepavali time some stupid ppl play pranks and have fun seeing other people panic.

Anyway when we turned up at the ground everything looked normal… Not surprisingly there wasn’t too much crowd which is understandable given the fact that the Bangalore-Delhi game starts at 8. So when we got our tickets and were about to enter the ground there was unusually many security checks…. again understandable becoz of the ‘bomb scare’

“No water bottles” “No cameras” “no bags” “Switch off your mobile”

Why no bottles? I mean if they fear that we will throw those on the ground then they are wrong coz there are lots of other stuff which can be thrown onto the ground

Anyway I left my water bottle, switched off the phone… but they allowed my bag and a few eatables…and as soon as I enter the stand I see a whole bunch of police men guarding almost each and every step….but I also saw a few ppl with camera…

And then came another disappointment….”Match will be delayed by an hour”….WTH we are inside the stadium at 3:30 hoping the match starts by 4…but delayed by an hour? What will we do for one and a half hours? There was no reason mentioned and the even the police ‘mamas’ were unwilling to tell what had actually transpired…that’s when we started to think about the worst…Was there any blast? Was any player injured? Then another announcement “Match will start at 5:30″………arrrrggghhhh….

But then when the game finally began, we forgot everything and were hoping for a Gibbs or Duminy classic…but Gibbsy was missing in the line-up…don’t know why….

It was just a normal game, no real blitzkrieg or nail biting finishes… with the cobras coming on top…the athletism and fielding shown by both the teams was fantastic to say the least

As soon as the game was over I just looked around the stadium….suddenly it was completely full and the ground looked awesome with the flood lights beaming and I couldn’t resist taking a few snaps…so I switched on my phone took a few snaps when somebody pat my back…it was the police mama…I knew I was in trouble…had a few friendly chats with the mama and buttered him to give back my mobile..But he was adamant, he won’t give it so easily… finally he agreed to give it at the end of the match…

So happily went back to my seat to watch Jumbo and co. crush the Devils…it was awesome…singing happy birthday to kumble…veeru’s cameo… kumble’s magic  with the ball…RCB’s pathetic fielding…Van der merwe atheletism while bowling…laughing at Nehra’s mistakes….and in the end awe stuck at Ross’ inngs…

Finally took my mobile and was able to reach home by 1:30

A few pics…

Chatters - deja vu

Paul and I met Angela and KH/Taz/Jarr last evening after 7pm for kite flying.

Yes. Kite flying.

In fact Chen Wei jio-ed Paul for Halo Bar ( Ngee Ann Poly) for some soccer and drinks ard 5+ and we actually thought of fitting that in together with the company that day after kite flying.

“Can see the kite?” I asked Angela over the phone… she giggled…
“Anything lor” – Taz had earlier msg Paul that he will be having dinner with Angela parents…. we cheekily replied ” to discuss abt wedding ah?” and was met with no reply… haha.

In fact Paul called me Friday noon ard 3+ to ask if I wanted to go fly kite and it was the exact response I gave to Angela.. haha…and boy, did he got home early that day – before 6pm.

Down at West Coast Maccas, a kind family man came up to paul and asked if he was getting any EVM, he then passed us the coupons leaflet that he barely used for his fam and I in turn passed it to the Indian boys who were right behind us in Q after tearing out the coups we needed wanted. The boys however said no thank you initially …then i went on to explain that they could get some food of their choice free if they got the EVM.

After overhearing them saying they would use it on another day… I added ” it expires on the 21st…”. haha…KPO..iam.

At the tables… the conversation was abt BTOs, resale flats and some of the likes… which brings us to case in point – Deja Vu – Sengkang.

Taz and myself were trying to explain that SK was just mins away from town,and the likes to Angela.

The article that ran on Lifestyle today was abt SK being ulu no more.

Taz quipped that 10yrs ago as we they sat.. the conversation was abt games. 10yrs later… the conversation is abt housing… in sync I we said 10yrs later we’ll be talking abt diapers…(he said kids…ithink)

Mommy… he cried. …ok he didn’t actually cried mommy… “I wanna talk abt games!”

We brought out the big parrot/eagle we got from bali for the ride.
After numerous modifications – knots tying with the help of Angela who was otherwise engrossed with a new Idol drama from Taiwan .. Paul finally got the bird/kite to fly as I saw the bird up in mid air at a distance before it was lost to the orangey sky… haha… albeit it was a vigorous sport of running ard the field in circles.

Moments later AC and Aaron turned up.The man’s going “back”(Mon 0120hr) to Perth for 2 weeks.Which reminds me Rae is alr gone(Sat) and I failed to meet her AGAIN.

Into the night , Aaron had his fair share of running ard with the pet bird as it flapped its wings amidst uproarious laughter.

We headed back to Maccas before leaving ard 1.30am.

I K.O at just mins to 4 and got up ard 10 10.30am today.

i can smell sickness ! :o

i can i really can.

dont worry im not a dog i just smell it. dunno why ? dunno how :/

am i the only freak that can do this ?

am i an alien or some kind of super hero ?

TALK  TO ME PEOPLE !

its like some times ppl smell weird and the day after they tell me their sick.

and its the same smell with all the sick people and i think its only with people that have fever ;s

so yeah..

some people think its because that smell is coming from the heat of the body. When a person is getting sick they fever starts to rise (fever heats throughout the body) and so the smell comes out from the pores.

but im not sure.

i did tell a friend once; ugh! you smell sickish

friend; haa?

me; its this smell i smell when ppl get sick

friend; riiight, im not sick

me; ya yaa

and the other day my friend was sick :s. can you explain this to me ?

"it's on ran-dom"

a bunch of random things

mobile posted from my blackberry

cause clearly it’s the only way this blogging thing is going to get done

will likely update this post as the day goes on
——-
7:23 am
• Pecking posts out on my blackberry is ridiculous. I’d rather be catching up on twitter

• Damn I just forgot what my second bullet was going to be, was distracted by the fact that I should be checking twitter

• Save draft. Think a moment.

• Now I remember – finally getting caught up on google reader. Other peoples posts make me happy. Google reader is now at around 400+. Seriously, that’s an improvement for me.

...where I love Hallmark.

I am a big card person. I know most of the time people read them and enjoy them for 5 seconds and then throw them away. I tend to be the complete opposite. Until about a year ago, I had kept every card I had ever gotten since I was 13. I am now 25. But I love to give cards even more than receive them. There’s something about finding the perfect card to express how you feel. There have been many times that I just peruse the card aisles and come across a card that just screams someone’s name to me. It may not be even close to their birthday or another important life event, but I buy it and hold onto it until the perfect time.

My favorite greeting cards are from Hallmark; it is their Fresh Inc. line. My good friends Ka-Ryn, Steph, and Steve introduced these cards to me and I have never looked back. They are completely square and are known for their quirky sense of humor, although you can find serious and cute cards from them as well.

Today, I had to go get a card for Boss’ Day. I didn’t get Fresh Inc., but I always look through them while I’m at the store. It is the holiday season and for some reason Hallmark decides during this time to take Fresh Inc. off the shelves! This is so annoying! But this time it may be OK. The Hallmark store here in Round Rock is awesome. I was talking with one of the workers and they said they would take them out of the back for me! So, I got to go through and pick up some new ones! So exciting. They never let me do that in California.

Here are a few of my favorites I got today:

I call this one “funny close girlfriend birthday”

Inside: We’ll always be good for each other. Happy Birthday

This one is “funny for anyone birthday”

Inside: Fingers Crossed!

It cracks me up every time.

I call this one “wonderful friend reminder”

Inside: You’re good for me.

“Help someone smile”

Inside: I hope today is the hopscotch kind.

And last…”Just because quirky/funny/yet thought provoking”

Inside: Blank

What do you think of these? Do you have any favorite greeting cards or are you like most and don’t really care?

I’m off for now, but until next time…PEACE OUT!

Setting Job-Hunt Limits

Alright, I’m working my ass off people, and I’m not making any money.

(sigh)

What. The. Frack?

(feeling guilty about too many swears)

But seriously!  I keep finding things to do with my time that don’t pay.  Maybe I have an affliction- like, I was a monk in a previous life and the fates haven’t’ recognized that this time, this soul needs some dollar, dollar bills, yo!

(big, heavy, soulful, SIGH)

In the meantime… I got a good bit of advice last night – Limit your job search to a few hours a day.

What?

Well, the theory goes is that you can only do so much.  Two or three hours is a healthy amount of time to spend submitting yoru resumes, polishing cover letters, and combing job sites for employment.  After that you start to spin into Anxiety Land where no new information is making it’s way you you, and you start to loose your mind.  And after too much time in A-Land, you f loose perspective of the day, because you aren’t accomplishing anything.  It’s like a mini-glass ceiling.  You look around yourself at 8:00 and go “What the hell did I do today?”   You were in A-land drooling on yourself.

And I think there is a lot of truth to this.

On a daily basis, if I’m not at one of my odd jobs, I feel guilty doing anything that isn’t hunt-related- so my writing is suffering as well as my (barely-there-to-begin-with) social life and personal sense of well being.  BUT when I do spend the whole day trolling the interweb or printing resumes, I get to dinner time and am horrified by how little I actually accomplished!  Because once you’ve moved beyond those “OOh, I can apply for that!” moments in the mornings classified perusals, there really isn’t a lot else to do.

So the rest of the day needs to be yours to get busy with in other ways.  You’ve done what you can, not go out and do something that makes you feel good!  If you have a haunting “Be productive, Be Be productive” chant following you around, then use the rest of the day to tend to that mountain of laundry, wash the dishes,  and tackle that script!  Or if you’ve been so damn productive you think you could eat off the floor, then take an afternoon to go to the beach, or a museum, or something restorative.  Remember, just because you’re not on the clock doesn’t mean you forget about time off!

Because you are working- you’re working on yourself.  So that when that job does come along, you are in shape for it!

And taking care of yourself means NOT going crazy- so don’t dwell and moulder in the hunting!  Make your own schedule and stick to it.  Because right now, you are your own boss.  Make the most of it.

Clubbed.

at butter factory!  it was whoaaaa. the company was awesome, music was damn loud, atmosphere was just POWERRRR. and and i did not get drunk! just a little high, enough to last through the night/morning. now i know why people keep going back week after week.

but at the end of the day, no matter how great the company of friends you went with, no matter how loud the music was blasted, even though the feeling of happiness is highly contagious/infectious, doesn’t matter if you forgot everything when you’re dancing and the only stuff in your head is the lyrics to the songs, its still back to reality once the music stops and you step back outside. and reality, is harsh.

Ninja War Or No Ninja War? That Is The Question...

Artwork by DJBoraP

Hey everyone this is Supertrek bringing you a quick update on an old bet that I have been sorely reminded of in recent weeks. A bet that could have me kissing a girl’s ass for a week if everything goes right wrong, or a bet that can wind me up in a steamy fanfiction with my favorite kunoichi Hinata if I win! ^(0_0)^

Here’s what happened almost 8 months back on the day of Febuary 19th, 2009. -_-

It all started with that perverted hermit EroSenin…

“I’m fairley certain that there is gonna be a another nin war, as I was reading back issues (Gaara captured arc) I saw where there was talk of one of the past ninja wars being due to a missing hokage (I think the sand’s strongest that Sasori killed). This lead to mistrust with the other nations, and war broke out. Now, with Killer Bee playing hooky, and Sasuke being the last one seen with him (not to mention past hostilities over the Hyuga clan), I think war is looming”

Then my omnipotent ass had to jump in there…

“Nope, no ninja war sorry guys. Sorry to burst your blood filled hopes and dreams but there willbe no ninja war while Naruto’s still alive. He’s the boy with the power to change hearts, destiniy, and fate itself. Naruto would never allow another ninja war to breakout, and if he has to prevent from one from happening BELIEVE me when I say it but he’ll stop it at all cost! I can see a collapse of negotiations and a brink of war but Naruto will step in and do some heroic s**t preventing it at the last second. Maybe he’ll die trying? *End of manga prediction but not really*. 0-0″

And here it comes with Ibiki being evil…

“OH…supertrek…you must be completely high…no WAR?! Bwahahahahahahahah. I amerteratsu fart in that general direction. There will so be a war. I…bet you…name the stakes, cowboy.

(and no fair betting on my clothes, Jeremiah covered that one O.o).”

Being the pervert I am I just had to comment on the clothes. >_>

“@Ibiki: HAHAHAHA, a bet for Ibiki’s clothes…what…no betting on clothes? Damn you Jeremiah! Fine I accept your bet. If I win…YES…you have to write me in a fanfiction involving me and Hinata! ADULT!!! Oh my…*slips into fantasy dream* *nose bleed* Ahem…if you happen to win (which will never happen!) Matter of fact why don’t you come up with something for me? It’s only fair. But I must warn you I’m allergic to hard work, chores, and kissing a$$…but I will kiss your a$$ if I’m required. “

Ibiki accepts!

“@supertrek: a$$ kissing…I like the sound of that…you never should have mentioned that, a power hungry megalomaniac like me gets off on that kind of control. O.O (fiction, boys, I write fiction…) But there is some comedic potential in you having to kiss my online ass for a full week. pRon, er, I mean Fanfic between you and Hinata?…you’re a sick leetle monkey, but I accept that challenge.”

Being the over confident ass that I am…

“What?…Oh Ibiki, sorry I was busy writting my victory speech for the end year 2009. 0_- Yeah, I’ll shake on that *shake shake shake* and done! Prepare to write me and Hinata in for some steamy action! 0_0 *nose bleed*”

Jeremiah concludes it and I still don’t get the ‘Barter Town’ reference Jeremiah…

“@ Supertrek and Ibi – I will be the Tina Turner to ur Thunder dome… Two may enter, one may leave! Who owns barter town?!”

End! (For the full convo and much more here’s the link http://iareawesomeness.wordpress.com/2009/02/13/naruto-manga-436-spoiler-discussion-manga-435-discussion-and-breakdown/)

And that’s what leads me to this!

Well fuck you too Madara!

Now remember that this has to be a full scale war, not a declaration of war and a few skirmishes between some ninja. I’m talking about an all out war between villages! I said, “Naruto would never allow another ninja war to breakout, and if he has to prevent from one from happening BELIEVE me when I say it but he’ll stop it at all cost! I can see a collapse of negotiations and a brink of war but Naruto will step in and do some heroic s**t preventing it at the last second.” I still stand by that even in the face of Mr. Lollipop Facemask Man declaring war on the 5 great nations.

So what’s it going to be?

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What's Your Ideal Worship Setting?

So, if you could blow up the church sanctuary and, without regard for space constraints or resources, replace it with your ideal worship space, what would that space look like?

This is not the author of "Pagan Christianity"

I’ve been reading Pagan Christianity by Frank Viola (not the former Twins pitcher, I was surprised to learn) and George Barna. The historical information they provide is fascinating. Much of the book is dedicated to revealing where many of the traditions we hold fast to in the church come from–sometimes they’re from surprising places. The information is good. I could do without the dramatic claims they derive from some of that information–like that steeples are anti-New Testament (I’m not defending steeples as they may not have a very important place in church architecture, but if most people don’t perceive them as being against the Gospel, can they really be anti-New Testament?). In the book, Barna and Viola claim that some of our traditional ways in which we organize our worship space detract from community and participation. We’ve all probably lamented some of the limitations of any given worship space.

So if you could totally create your ideal space for connecting with the creator, what would it look like?

One man's journey

Life has masked the years
that have tumbled through
my eyes, masked by the
event of being, of loving,
of feeling pain, of laughter,
masked by the stare of thousands
of minutes peering into the future,
remembering the past, waiting
for the next shade of evening,
a view of distant approaching
headlights down this dusty lane
that I have walked as I trod toward
that inevitable point of reason,
knowing when the mask is removed,
the eternal night without a dawn begins.

Copyright: 2009, Donald Harbour

To The Thieves Out There......Go To Hell

It has become obvious that I must be suspicious of every customer who comes into the grocery store that I work at.   I’ve been running the front end, at night, for a few weeks.   I’ve never had such troubles as I have since taking this position.    Just last week, I put a suspended order up front while the customer phoned someone to get their pin number.  While I was busy, someone who made a purchase walked right up and pushed the cart out the door.  No one saw him do this, but it was caught on tape.  When I realized the cart was gone, I had to call the manager.  I was surprised I didn’t get in trouble.  So they changed the rules about where to store suspended orders.  I was relieved.  I can’t afford to lose my job.

Tonight….well tonight was a bad night.  This guy’s credit card wouldn’t go through.  He says he’ll call the number on the back to see what’s going on.  So, there I am, trying to suspend the order on the stupid new register with it’s touch screen and endless menus.  I had to call my co worker to help out. I saw the guy up front, talking on the phone.   Next time I looked, the man was gone and I didn’t see the cart anywhere.  No one else knew what happened. I could have just kept my mouth shut.  But nooo….I had to do the right thing and report it to the manager.   I had nothing but the receipt.  Their number from the store discount card was on it.  The manager called the number, but he said it wasn’t the right number.  He had to call the store manager, who had me sent home at 9pm.  I was scheduled to 12.  I have to call the store manager in the morning.  Not looking forward to that.  I don’t think I’ll get fired, but you never know.  Maybe I’ll get some suspension days or put back on register.  I won’t know until tomorrow.

So…listen up people who do things like that….You think you’re not hurting anyone?  You think you’re so damned clever because you get away with stealing?  You are nothing but a thief.  You do hurt people when you do things like this.   I’m probably going to get in trouble because a couple of dishonest shitheads.    Your actions affect others.     When you keep extra change given to you accidentally by a cashier, you’re putting them in jeopardy of getting written up, suspended or fired.   When you steal from people, you hurt them in lots of ways.  It makes a person less trusting, it makes them a bit more cynical.

I’m telling you, I’ve learned the lesson now.  Always be on your guard and don’t trust people, even if most are honest.  I won’t be looking at customers the same way now.  Every one of them has the potential to steal, no matter how nice they may seem.  Let’s face it people…I was scammed.  The guy knew that card wouldn’t go through.  While I was distracted, the woman crept to the doors and then walked out.  Like I said, it’s all on tape.   The man did get on his phone for a bit…but as soon as I was distracted again, he slipped out.  Seeing that he was gone made me look for the cart.   I was had.  I feel stupid…embarrassed….upset and pissed off.  So, dear customers, don’t be surprised if I’m not so friendly nor trusting.  I’ve been burned.  The unethical thieves out there have ruined it for you good people.   It’s so stressful anymore with all this stealing going on.  I’m having a really hard time keeping a positive attitude here.  I’ve always believed that there more good people than not…I’ve tried to be kind and respectful to my fellow human beings.  Crime is occurring more and more…increasing at a steady pace.  The world I once knew….the one where you were careful but didn’t have to be in fear of getting hurt or robbed all the time….is gone.  I don’t care how bad the economy is….no one has the right to steal from others.   It’s wrong.  It’s just wrong.  This will sound bitter….but…I hope the people who stole the groceries……. choke on it.    All I know..is if I haven’t lost my job….I won’t let it happen again.   I will never be trusting of any customer.  I will view them all with suspicion.  You good people can thank the thieves for dimming the light of this woman’s fire.   I’m so disappointed that so many people have no scruples…no morals.   It makes me very sad.

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Some things that have happened

Apart, these didn’t make for a post. Together though…

1) My internet doesn’t like us – Our first router decided to stop giving wireless connection after a while, and this one likes to act up
2) I may get an ICT GCSE by the end of the year, due to my amazing under-belief of my own ability (maybe)
3) My dads ultra thin computer case now has a massive power supply hanging out of the back after the old one packed in
4) Ubuntu is pretty amazing, especially with the easy Wubi installer, but its just a bit of novelty in my case with still being reliant on Vista
5) Car companies don’t make life easy – especially Ford it seems, with all their sub-brands like Ghia and Zetec
6) I’m a pain to my myself and my family, as I’ll decide to do something on a whim even if I have something that’s been bought for me I haven’t done yet.

Taliban of the Second LIfe Blues.

Last week, I was permanently banished from Toby’s Blues club without any reason extended to me. I figured that it was related to my previous blog where I wrote about a DJ ‘firing’ her boss Toby Howton, the co-owner of a Blues club of dubious authenticity.

Later, my guess was confirmed when a seemingly irate Toby sent me an IM telling me a to stop publishing ‘libellous bullshit’.  He threatened me, ‘you will be revealed for what you truly are’.

Toby seems to be living on a monkey planet where an alpha monkey holds his group prominence over his harem members by grimacing at others.  What seems amusing is that he and his cronies have got eject and ban buttons to play with and they seem to be delighted in doing so.

You don’t have to take my word for this.  Walk into any Blues music club in SL and randomly ask people about Toby or his cronies.  You will hear people sigh in disgust and feel sorry for Toby & Co.

It is clear Mr. Toby that you are not used to free speech and do not respect upright people who do not kowtow to you.  Your actions speak volumes of the fragility of your ego.  You want to stop people from speaking freely about what they think.  You want to tell people what to wear and what to say.  You may have some incongruous rules within the non-material boundaries of your club, but you DO NOT command what I think or say there or anywhere including this blog site.

In this complex and vast world, my existence may be of a ‘little man’ as you called me in your IM, but I believe one thing very clearly and strongly-  censorship is unacceptable.  To me, people enforcing their ideas by force and exercising banishment to show their power are in the same category as taliban.  They are little, they are insignificant, and a bane for mankind.

A word of advice from me, Mr. Toby.  Exercise your brain and write about your disagreement.  I do not censor any comments here.  I keep the comments button open on these blogs.  But to do so, you need some courage and face the world.

Dead Flowers.

Drew flaked on me. I guess to explain this, I should start from the beginning.

We have been talking the last couple weeks.

He asked for my number. I gave it to him.

He called me last night when I was at work, I called when I got off.

We talked for 3.5 hours until I was falling asleep.

Now it’s all caught up. We had made plans to hang out pretty much all day today. I was gonna spend the night at his house. I was looking forward to having him for the whole weekend :] Last night he told me to call him when I wake up, so thats what I did. We talk real quick and then he says hes going to go take a shower. Then he calls me back a little later and says that there is a major change in plans :[ He says that we can't hang out because he has to go do something with his mom and his other friend. I am really bummed and I know he feels really bad, but what can I do? Nothing. He promised me all next weekend <3 I think that I am going to bring to the football game. I don't know if it's a good idea though...because of Travis. I feel like real soon I am going to have to choose one. I don't want to, but I can't like both. They both can't be my love interest.

Krissy says that this is a sign, us not being able to hang out. I can't lie though and say that part of me doesn't agree, but I can't really explain it. I can't explain in words how good it feels to hear him say "I love you".

I feel like in a lot of ways I compare Drew and Travis and I know it's wrong but I can't help it. It's like they have what the oppisite doesn't. Drew has my heart. Travis has my friendship. Drew has the years of past. Travis has the everyday. Drew has the deep stuff. Travis has the fun stuff. Drew was there in a tough time. Travis is there now. I don't know. I just feel like in the end, Drew is going to win out for my heart. I also think this is because Travis doesn't really seem to want my heart. He keeps trying to hook me up with other people, always girls though. Travis is honestly one of my best friends.

This is hard. I am looking still looking forward to this weekend though :] I am going to the movies with Nada, Nora, Jade, Anthony, and some of his friends. We are going to see Paranormial Activity :] Tomorrow morning I have church and I think I might be working sunday during the day. Then I have youth group on Sunday night.

Oh, about Senior Highs… I feel like I need to try harder to be quiet. A lot of the time, I have a problem with self control. I need to learn when it’s okay to talk and when it’s not. I don’t want Grace to think that I am disrespecting her when I talk a lot.

Future Shows I plan on seeing:
Party Like Summer – Nov 6 in Lansing
NeverShoutNever – December 12 at the Filmore <3

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The Darjeeling Limited

 Vet inte hur många gånger jag sett slutet på den filmen, men det ger samma känsla varje gång. En miniström av hastig eufori genom min kropp. Efter att ha sprungit ikapp tåget och ifrån alla jävla väskor ska Owen Wilson ska ge tillbaka passen till sina bröder, men Adrien Brody säger “Why don’t you hang on to mine?” och Jason Schwartzman instämmer med “It’s safer if you keep’em.” Och med ens har bröderna blivit bröder igen.

Jon Dassin – Les Champs-Élysées börjar sen i en gudalik timing och Owen Wilson säger “Let’s go get a drink and smoke a cigarette.”

 

Jag. Vet.

Seriously People?!?!

On practically a daily basis, I find myself shaking my head in disgust as I walk through the parking lot at work. A vast majority of those with whom I work are well educated individuals. At least on paper.  But, when it comes to where and how to park a car, some of them fall severely short.

First, there’s one guy who, for about 2 weeks straight, would pull his Honda Odyssey into a parking space completely crooked.  Seriously, no one in their right mind would park on either side of him for fear of him taking out their car on his way out.  I considered the possibility that this was a strategic move on his part…to prevent people from parking too close.  No…don’t think so.

Then, there are the people who think they’re too good for rules and laws and such.  They arrive at work late enough every day that they are unable to find an empty parking space in that lot.  It’s not the fact that they arrive late that I have a problem with.  After all, my son’s school schedule causes me to be amongst the later crowd myself.  What I do have a problem with is the way these individuals choose to “solve” their problem.  They don’t adjust their schedules.  They don’t go park in the neighboring lot.  They park in the FIRE LANE!  The same people…probably 2-3 times a week.  Seriously…how important do you think you are that you can park your car in the fire lane??  Has it not dawned on you that the fire lane serves an actual purpose?  And, even better yet, some days they double park in the fire lane.  Of course, security issues tickets…but those are just a joke.  I’m wondering how many times they can ticket the same car before they just up and have it towed at the owner’s expense.

My favorite lately though, is the person who has decided to change things up a bit.  Rather than always parking illegally in the fire lane, she has been seen parking in other no parking zones.  I wonder what she was thinking the day that she parked her minivan in the “Motorcycle Parking” section.

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Chain
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Love
King

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Live
Tomorrow
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Birth
Witness

Scraps of Thoughts

Today, my friends, on this glorious sunny happy refreshing lovely day (I’m in a good mood), I have just a few itsy bitsy things to share.   At least, that’s what I’m hoping!    Sometimes when I think I have just a few short things I want to yap about, it ends up being 678 words.    I’ll give you a count at the end.

First, I wanted to do a Monday Mailbox but I missed Monday.   I got to work yesterday!   and it was FUN!   well, sort of fun.   And since the teacher I sub for reads this, I’ll share the highlights only.    I got to ask these bright and lively kids about Summer of the Monkeys by Wilson Rawls (doesn’t he make baseball gloves? – who am I thinking of?)   I’ve not read this book, but it was fun to discuss with the students – especially what a cliffhanger is (chapter 4).     And the other English class I got to participate in was  one chapter of To Kill a Mockingbird. I know most of these students from last year – and though they claim not to remember me (ha!),  I really like them all; they’re fun.

OH MY!   What a discussion we had!    Their first question for me was how many questions they ‘had to’do’ after we listened to Sissy Spacek read the text, and I answered them, “Seventeen’.   Oh.  the groans and moans.    “SEVENTEEN!?!??!?!”    You’d have thought I was going to make them eat the dirt off of D___’s shoes.      We really only had five questions to answer (in complete sentences, of course) and I was truly sad to not have more.   I wanted to keep talking, sharing, discussing, and stimulating their young inquisitive minds…  (oh, how they enjoy laughing  at with me)    Alas.       [I suppose I should share that I sub in the Special Education Department?   I'm probably violating some no-sharing rule anyway so - eek!    But this is ok, right?]

SO.   In my mailbox was:    Where the Red Fern Grows by….    — wait for it!  — Wilson Rawls!!!    coincidence?    not really.   anyway.   I also received Green Grass Running Water by Thomas King.   Both bookmooched.      Both because they are classics, (right?)    The King book came recommended by somebody at book club and it might be that teacher I subbed for yesterday!

Next, I will be posting an unusual non-review-just-thoughts about my reading experience with Lolita.    Closed that book last night.     I think that I can quickly say that I was impressed and not impressed and liked it and really didn’t like it.     AND, that I am amazed how many people don’t have any thoughts or recognition come to mind when you say “I’m reading Lolita.”     I actually had to explain to my husband what it was about.    I just figure everyone knows – oops.    And yesterday, somebody at the HS didn’t know anything about Lolita either, and she is a reader.   [She is reading the new Dan Brown.]

FINALLY!!    What  you’ve all been waiting for – if I didn’t lose you by now, is I need help.     Here are the first two sentences of the two books I have chosen to possibly read next.   Both stories are contained in one bound tradeback book by extremely local-to-me author Joyce Keller Walsh.  This is for the Literary Road Trip Challenge.   And both stories are part of The Pittsley Country Chronicles.   I think Juckets comes first.    Bog Men is the 3rd book.

UPDATED!!   I’ve changed my mind – since these books are related, like in a (gasp!) series, I had better read the first one!  Silly me, I was going to ask you to help me decide which to read first.   Nevermind, I will start Juckets today.

Juckets:    WINTER     Saturday, January 12th

“Heart’s no good.  Can’t use it.”

Swamp Yankees:    SPRING    Monday, May 31st (Memorial Day)

“I hate you,” she whispered hoarsely over the bronze gravemarker that lay like a fallen soldier amidst the taller granite headstones.

Yep, too long:   645 words!

Bored As Heck!

hey so i am sick today. wellll i was sick all weekend and you already know that so me being sick has nothing to do with this blog i just got thirty-seven words in here for nothing!! MWUUAAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! immm sooo baddddddd. andddddd boreeddddd. as you cann seeeeeeeeee. i just finished my  RTG homework and my science that is due tomorrow even though i am not even going to school tomorrow! so i just wasted 2 hours of my life doing something that i could have done tomorrow while i am doing nothing and instead i could have been watching my new ……………………………… LORD OF THE RINGS THREE PACK!!! i know, its exciting but.. now it is too late. i cannot. it wouldnt be healthy for me and my sleeping problems…. BUT WHO CARES!! I DONT!! TEEHEE! ima go watch it right now! see ya suckas!!

 

 

 

the weird thing is that i finished watching them 20 minutes ago and now i am writing this about 6 hours later than what i wrote up on the top……….. ihave been whispering out what i am typing this entire time because i am trying to listen to the news outside but i guess i wouldnt be able to hear it anyways if i am so focused on whispering while typing this but i just heard the ANTIQUES ROAD SHOW chime so i want to go and watch old people get amazed by how much a pure gold chair is. i want to go watch a nerd get suprised about how much his comic book collection costs so i shall go…. bye..

 

 

 

i just saw Antiques Road Show and it was lame, as usual… i dont know why i decided to leave this blog thingy for old people and nerds on a probably rehearsed show. look at my other boring blogs because i have found another reason to leave this blog temporarily… good byeeeeeee

 

 

that peanut butter sandwhich was gooooooood. i love peanut butter. you know, one of my best friends is alergic to peanut butter.. its sad, peanut butter makes me happy when i am sad. i went and got some because i was sad that i spent my hour just now watching old people and for ditching this blog. i just ditched it again huh? im an evil person……………………………………………E…..V……..I………L……………………………………….GOOOOOOOOOOD…………….…………. IM EVIL. I SHALL GO AND EAT PEANUT BUTTER. WHY AM I STILL ON CAPS LOCK………… i dont know why i was still on caps lock.. wait let me do that again….. i dont know why i was still on CAS LOCK.. wait then i would be on CAPS LOCK again. i dont want that. i dont like CAPS LOCK it makes people yell……………….. i ……………..dont……………………like………………………yelling………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….

I DONT LIKE YELLING!! STOP IT! STOP IT! STOP IT!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

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Adi made my day awesome!

Dadada! Adi mi-a făcut ziua super. De ce? El a fost primul care a postat pe bloagul meeeeeeeeeeu! Și de aceea îi dedic acest post!

Adi, ce pot să spun de Adi, ÎNĂLȚIMEA SA. Pe bune, e foarte foarte foarte înalt! L-am cunoscut în tabără, și nu pot să spun că a trecut neobservat prin școală =)), căci, desigur, e foarte înalt. În tabără nu am vorbit prea mult dar s-a dovedit un tip (înalt) foarte, foarte de treabă. Am menționat că e înalt? Chiar dacă e a 9-a, nu cred că l-a pus cineva să cânte, Doamne ferește, doar e..înalt, nu? Face și baschet, desigur, pentru că e înalt! Mă bucur că mai trece pe la noi pe la școală, e bine să vezi pe cineva înalt printre toți piticii din clasa a 5-a. Ce înălțime are? Nu știu, asta trebuie să-l întreb. Am văzut că are și el blog, deci uite aici reclamă de la (mai puțin înalta) Ionica:

http://www.abuddies.blogspot.com/

Bun, i-am făcut și reclamă.

Am spus până acum că e înalt?? <>

Păi momentan cam atât mi-a venit în minte să scriu, și pe această cale îi mulțumesc și lu’ Nico, ea fiind a doua care mi-a comentaaaaaaat!!!!!! Mersiiii!

(Cine credea că a pune blogul la status pe mess va avea un așa succes? -na, că am dat-o în lăudat-)

Bun, am postat destul azi, pe mâine lume! Pa și pusi!

P.S. DOVADA:

On your mark, get set... DASHHHH!!!

I’m still recovering from my flu, pretty much I feel much better than I was 3-4 days ago
No more fever, no more marathon runny nose, no more sore throat but I still sound weird when I talk haha and I’m still coughing (batuk2 pun still kedarah kuih raya Almond London.. tak sedar diri betul!)
It’s the flu season here; everyone.. well most people are sick these days

Anyway, I’m in a rather good mood now as the NS2 – network simulation installation finally went well and it works fine.. for now haha
It really took a while to install and validate which took the whole day of yesterday. It all worth it

Now I need to do a lot of reading since I’m pretty blur about all those haha and start writing up my Project Specification – I’m thinking of heading to the library as the internet speed there is faster than at home haha

Anyway, I’ve been talking about project, project, project. I even dream about my project matters when sleeping which is starting to annoys me lol. Oh well.. bear with it haha

Aaaanyway, since I’m sort of rambling/ranting about whatsoever stuffs, here are some photos that I took on the day I arrived in London after going to the MSD Open House thingy

These photos are on my facebook and also deviantArt

Let me know what you think (or if you think I’ve put way too much photos in one post – or too large)
Hopefully there’s gonna be more portrait photos soon

p/s: sis tengah masak nasi lemak for LUNCH! yes lunch! wheeeeee~

Sunday Photo Essay(of a sort)~Her everything

Her picks.  her favorites.  her day.    That’s what today’s  “photo essay” is about.   (you didn ‘t think Sweetiegirlz would put down the camera though did you?)

 

*little A gets a kick out of her birthday card.   and her

chocolate and vanilla dairy queen ice cream cake with the

oreos on top and the oreo middle. 

 

*her birthday take:

this nice “gaming chair” with speakers and plugs for her MP3 player and Nintendo DS.

~a couple really good Nintendo games

~some model magic sculpting clay

~some sneakers

~gift cards from her sister

~money

~her choice of dinner and movie

 

 

 

*we saw this, which was actually her 2nd choice because toy story 1 and 2 in 3D cost way more than a regular ticket, AND you had to return your 3D glasses at the end.   They liked this movie tho.  It’s really cute.

 

 

*after movie girlie shopping.   Dad declares:  I will be waiting outside, this is a GIRL store. 

  well, duh.

 

 

*what a strange bunny that is.

 and the night only got stranger.  Big A picked out her Halloween costume, a she devil, what else? lol.  (hey I had no influence whatsoever over that.)

100 Reasons Why "Summer Time" Is My Favorite NEWS PV

I fell asleep after I got home from school yesterday. It was Friday, so I thought it would be nice to sleep a little longer than usual. (Normally, since I can scrape together only two hours of sleep on a school day, I take 2-4 hour naps once I get home.) Friday, I went to sleep at four in the afternoon and woke up at nine.

Saturday morning.

That’s SEVENTEEN hours of sleep. My new record. =D And I only woke up because my brother woke me up because Mama told him to because she was worried that I wouldn’t ever wake up. xP I missed the dance at my school, and if I had community service the next day I would have been late for that.

I learned my lesson: No more all-nighters.

So. I meant to type this up yesterday, which I’d been working on during the times I should have been studying for the 6-chapter AP Bio test that I totally and completely bombed on Friday my free time.

“Summer Time” is probably my favorite NEWS song. (That is, after “Bambina.”) Out of all of their PVs, “Summer Time” is my absolute favorite. There is so much going on in that PV that I couldn’t catch up with it without pausing the video. So I decided to make a list of all the little things I love about the PV. I didn’t expect the list to grow so long. I would have taken screencaps, but there would have been wawy too many.

Without further delay, here’s…

100 Reasons Why “Summer Time” Is My Favorite NEWS PV

1.  The whole thing is a flashback

2.  Tons of Massu camera time

3.  Reminiscent!Massu

4.  The various Eiffel Towers at 0:15

5.  0:18 Baywatch: NEWS version

6.  Shige grinning REALLY hard at 0:20

7.  Shige heading for Koyama with open arms at 0:32

8.  The fact that Tegoshi in this PV reminds me of this picture of Ikuta Toma

9.  All the liquor at 0:35

10.  Koyama’s tongue 0:35

11.  Yamapi’s cheek poke at 0:39

12.  Yamapi’s serene smile at 0:39

13.  Tegoshi about to kiss Shige at 0:40

14.  Their colorful shirts

15.  Ryo-chan’s queer face at 0:41

16.  Cute Massu 0:48

17.  Shige with a puppy 0:59

18.  1:04 Ryo peeking out from behind a tree

19.  1:04 Massu looking lost with his little floatie

20.  Shige dancing at 1:09

21.  The mysterious hand on his shoulder

22.  Pi went to hide at 1:08

23.  Tegoshi wearing pink

24.  Ryo hugging the skateboard at 1:12

25.  1:16 Koyama flashing the peace sign at the camera

26.  Tegoshi wiggling his puppet at 1:16

27.  Massu sitting on Shige’s lap at 1:16

28.  Shige enjoying it

29.  Massu wearing the inner tube throughout the entire video

30.  Narcissist!Tegoshi at 1:18

31.  The sign saying “Come with me” at 1:18

32.  Tego’s cuteeee smile at 1:18

33.  1:22 Massu really loves that inner tube

What they all do at the “Oh yes!” at 1:25

Massu hopping at 1:27

KoyaShige heading off by themselves

1:33 Tegoshi with a strawberry

Whatever the heck Yamashita is doing at 1:33

1:37 The faces Ryo makes at the camera

Yamapi’s hair is normal in this PV

1:46 The 山P cups!

Tegoshi’s famous skull necklace

1:50 Ryo chugging milk

1:52 Pi thinking the banana is a phone

How the translation of the song is written on the boys’ scrapbook pages in bad English

Shige with glasses 1:57

Shige with glasses having a stare-off with a puppy

Massu cuteness overload at 2:00

How the hand of the clock never changes

KoyaShige possibly sharing a banana at 2:04

NEWS gathering at 2:07

Massu waddling over to join said gathering

Ryo offering us a strawberry 2:09

Massu working those maracas at 2:11

Massu wears clothes that pass for normal

The little KoyaMassuShige dance triangle 2:12

Ryo trying to hula with the floatie 2:12

Pi’s move at 2:12

Possibly a voodoo doll hanging on the wall at 2:15

More ShigeMassu interactions 2:19

How Tegoshi’s t-shirt is short enough that whenever he raises his arms it rides up and we get a glimpse of his belly

The single smack of the drum from Pi 2:20

2:22 Massu with his fish

Koyama popping out from behind Massu at 2:28

2:29 Yamapi looking like he’s genuinely having fun

Everyone shoving Shige’s head out of the camera frame 2:41

Massu cracking up at 2:42

Ryo goes to play with Shige’s hair at 2:44

More glasses!Shige 2:46

RYOPI! 2:52

Massu’s expression 2:58

The poutiest lips everrrr <33 3:02

3:06 What Massu’s fingers are doing

3:07 Massu singing into his maracas

The fact that Massu moments are dominating this list

Koyama sharing some member-ai with Tego 3:08

3:09 Bouncy Koyama and Massu

3:12 Koyama’s creepy look here

Tegoshi giving Koyama a piggyback ride 3:16

Shige pouting! 3:21

3:24 Yamapi shielding his face from the camera

Tegoshi’s getting a little sluttier in this PV

3:27 Yamapi beating the crap out of that pole

3:29 Yamapi poking… something

3:41 Koyama being tickled by Pi

3:43 Ryo yanking Koyama out of the way to yell “Summer time!”

3:54 Tegoshi’s cute little dance <333

3:58 Pi’s, er… dance

Massu making Shige smile 4:02

How Ryo should never be allowed to wash clothes again

Tegoshi protecting that smoothie like it’s his child 4:10

The color of the smoothie matches Tego’s shirt

Tegoshi’s whiny reaction 4:12

4:25 Tegomass trying to add ketchup and mustard to a maraca

4:26 Rainbow smoothie!

Tegoshi’s look of delight/disgust

4:30 Massu trying to feed Tegoshi the maraca

Tegoshi going, “It’s not edible!”

4:36 Ryo being cute with his fingers poking his cheeks.

The PV ending with a tight RyoMassu hug