He thinks I’m using him.
He thinks that I just want to be with him so I could slack off and not do anything.
He thinks I’m that…useless and evil.
But that’s not what I want. I just want to be with him. Tend to his shop, cook tokneneng… Yun lang naman ang gusto ko eh. I’m not asking for anything more. But yeah, I was probably just dreaming…Life like that could never happen.
I finally have the dentist appointment tomorrow, as the wisdom tooth at the lower left is still being a ‘pain’.
Literally.
Now- I have health insurance, as well as ‘extras’, as Australia calls it; but ‘the Galea’ keeps telling me that it’s still ‘not covered’ and that the last time he went to the dentist it cost him 3 grands for pulling out 4 of his wisdom teeth.
Err… under general anaesthesia…. umm… in a hospital.
And, 3 GRANDS!
That’s AU$750 for EACH tooth out of pocket even after paying a $99 EVERY MONTH for ‘EXTRAS’?!
I don’t know- I am tempted to just keep the pain if that’s the case; but knowing Galea, he may actually be shooting in the dark. He’s sometimes a dork like that. Well… he might have learnt from somewhere about my irrational fear of hospital smells :S
Anyways, though I’m tempted to do exactly the opposite, I will go to the dentist tomorrow and wait for him to give me the verdict. I promise to not scream out in frustration if that irritating colleague of mine is proven right.
But till then, I’m living right here in my bubble, where the wisdom tooth removal is ‘covered’ by the insurance- or at least by ‘extras’… and at least partially…… and the wisdom tooth may or may not need to be removed even though one had to be in the past… and oh… also that ‘the Galea’ is a dork.
Call me silly, but I LIKE this bubble…. thankyouverymuch!
I know nothing about this stuff other than some basic XML knowledge so this is a bit like climbing Everest in winter in your skivvies for me (not that I would, I don’t even like heights!).
I have a SOAP service that I can make requests to quite fine thank you if I hard code the soap request string. So what I want to do is to create a wsdl for the service so that anyone can use it. Fine.
However the actual data being requested is determined by one of the attributes of the request. So imagine the following:
Now for any given request the ident_of_thing_I_want is a fixed string so I want to be able to define that in the wsdl itself so that when I gen a SOAP request from the wsdl for this ‘thing’, that ident string, i.e. ‘ident_of_thing_I_want’ is automatically included into the soap request.
In other words, not only does the wsdl define the request attributes, but in the case of this one, the actual contents as well.
However, so far I have been unable to figure out if this is even possible, never mind how to do it.
I am using the WSDL editor of the Web Tools Project in Eclipse to create my wsdl and BIRT (also in Eclipse) to test it. to make matters worse I am unfamiliar with either tool or indeed even Eclipse itself so the whole experience so far ‘sucks’.
Plus, the tools are all Java based and Java runs like a snail on my machine!
Two posts in one day count yourself lucky. Okay so the first was posted in the early hours of the morning because I literally didn’t get any sleep last night. I went to bed, I got up again because I was so wired I knew I was not going to get to sleep. Apart from spontaneously bursting into tears over L1 and my loss of the group (see previous posts if you have not caught up) I just had 1001 thoughts running around in my head and I just had to get things written down.
So I did what I do best, I got up and I decided to write a quick letter just to put together something for the therapist I am seeing on Thursday about how I was feeling over L1 and the group and how it was still affecting me pretty much daily. I feel if I get it in writing and give to her to read or read it to her myself it gets things out in the open. It just makes things easier, once it’s out there I can talk or at least that’s how I hope it will work.
So letter written, printed out I went back to bed and tried again to get some sleep, by this point is was almost 2.30am ish. I was still tossing and turning and couldn’t drop off and eventually maybe getting about an hour’s rest but not sleep I got up at 5am half an hour before the alarm was due to go off. It’s just been one of those days.
It was Sociology class this morning. I like the subject, the tutor is good but he goes on and it can be a little difficult to understand, it’s probably going to be the subject I might find the hardest because of the way the tutor delivers the themes. I really have to pay attention in the class to understand it and lack of sleep today has not really helped.
First there were more tears on the bus. I found myself thinking of Christmas cards, just randomly going around in my head about what cards I need to buy for family, mainly for my dad because it’s not something he would go and do and it kind of went through my head that I’d be buying a card this year that would say ‘Merry Christmas Dad’ instead ‘Merry Christmas Mum & Dad’ queue tears on the bus… I’m taking out shares in Kleenex!
I know it’s normal, I know it’s a perfectly normal reaction, it just takes you by surprise when it happens… then I was listening to some music then just brought more tears because held memories, you get the idea.
Anyway back to Sociology class and the talkable tutor, so we’d already had tears on the bus. Part of his class today he was going on about family, modern families and the topic of woman cleaning and we got onto ‘OCD’, this is the second time OCD has been a prime topic in class. It came up yesterday and was kind of discussed at length in Psychology but more on a normal level.
Mr Tutor who goes by name of K in today’s class who is really good at delivering his subject and for today and me it was his third lesson, I felt his way of talking about OCD was a tad harsh and at one point I felt he was having a bit of go of people who have OCD and I was pretty certain he made of point of saying that people with OCD can’t hold down a full down job. So my hand shot up and I challenged him on this but he kind of deny that’s what he said, but I’m still certain that’s what he was saying. To me he sounded really patronising towards people with OCD.
Now it’s no secret on the blog that I am diagnosed with OCD, it’s a trait I’ve had since my teenage years and a diagnoses I’ve had for over ten years and I’ve held down many full down jobs in that time. There are times when my OCD is worse than other times usually when I am more stressed or depressed. Thankfully with the help of medication and therapy I have learned to use some techniques to gradually make some positive changes, it’s not a miracle cure by far but I have seen some big changes on some of the things I use to do.
The thing that worries me now is I wonder if when I challenged him if I may have come over as a little rude or even agreesive because I wasn’t in the greatest mood… I’m tempted to find him to tomorrow and just say something like I hope it didn’t seem like I was rude yesterday or something, what do you think? Or should I just leave it?
His class had finished by 10.40am and I was home for 12.30pm. I was happy to be home. I ducked out of IT this afternoon, I’m ahead anyway. I shouldn’t have really gone in today without sleep if I am honest. I did have a word with the lovely IT teacher we have and she marked me as seen and authorised as away how nice of her. I’d had to have hung around for three hours and half hours before IT started and I was just not in the right frame of mind for that today, so she was happy to let us go for today.
Silly thing is I cancelled my dentist appointment for this appointment for the crown fitting so I could go to IT. I re-arranged it for Thursday afternoon, how typical is that, still at least it shows commitment on my part! Speaking of dentists (or rather the grim reaper) it seems someone thinks irony should be given out along with starting college…
… I am getting my first WISDOM TOOTH! Hey I’m only 32, I did have 14 teeth at the top and suddenly number 15 is appearing rather rapidly one might add! I hasten to add it seems to be growing normally, fingers crossed! No doubt I’ll get the nice dentist to confirm if I am right on Thursday!
Finally for today! After years of mood swings cycling up and down faster than a someone cycling in the Olympics things have settled down gradually over the past 6 months with the help of Topiramate which I am still referring to as my miracle drug. My best friend now refers to me as calmer and in more control which is nice. Okay so we get the odd outburst and the moods still go up and down but generally there has been a marked big improvementm thumbs up for Dr G and The Priory!
Still I’ve picked up on a pattern. Having chaotic mood swings for most of my life that’s from my teens to now I’ve never experienced standard PMT, aren’t I lucky, that is until now… I’ve just discovered a pattern every month irritability, mood swings, losing your temper easily (that poor tutor this morning!), crying for no particular reason, poor concentration, tiredness (take Friday – Sun) insomnia (take last night even with a high dose of Promazine) and I want chocolate like it’s going out of fashion… shall I go on! It’s classic PMT and at 32 I’ve just realised that I actually have PMT! I’ve only just distinguished the real mood swings from BPD / rapid cycling mood swings or whatever else you want to call what I’ve put up with for most of my life! I am actually normal, I could cry! (pass the Kleenex, again!) Just kind of checking over the calendar and realising that the spontaneous symptoms above seem to all appear about 3 / 4 days before my period is due, PMT yes, I think so! Took me a few months to figure it out once the Topiramate had gradually kicked in, obviously that doesn’t work for PMT!
I am off to tuck into a very large bar of Cadbury Dairy Milk and I don’t give a toss…
Right after Beijing, China, the next Olympics will be held at London, England four years from now. By 2012 we will be seeing a televised documentation and preparation by the Olympics organizers as it will be grand and huge. Like the previous Olympics, they have provided a logo for the specific Olympic event and recently China’s were great. And now some people are now providing hilarious designs for the 2012 London Olympics.
Do you know Goatse (oops, don’t click on the link if you are under 18)? It’s one of the internet’s painful 5 that features a homosexual faggot literally stretches his anus to a certain extent of ripping it off. Disgusting it is, and how about seeing the whole Goatse collection of him putting anything long and hard in his ass. And this dude is married. Since then, Goatse becomes an internet legend that haunts everyone who sees it and it inspired so many internet related images, not to mention this Olympic Logo for London 2012. BBC news has featured it in their website.
That’s not over. There is another logo that was seemingly harmless with a twist. One dude take the color coding of baby pink and baby blue like the MMDA does on their footbridges and male urinals. He made this abstract “2012” design, with the ‘20’ at the top with the ’12’ below.
There’s nothing wrong with this, ayt? Let me roleplay as the Voltron: Defender of the Universe and “I’ll form the head”:
There you go folks. Apparently safe image becomes detrimental. Depicts subject 0-2 giving subject 2-1 a blowjob. Thanks to the designer of this 2012 logo. People who just want to fuck up with things are becoming common nowadays. Because of these vile actions of humanity, god will call for a divine punishment! We’re all going to hell! We shall be punished for our stupidity! The end is nigh! Nibiru will crash at London!!
~o0o~
As a L337 person, I don’t usually appreciate mainstream series, whether it is anime, live action, drama or tokusatsu. That’s why I lack the knowledge of Kamen Rider Ryuki, Faiz or even Hibiki. I never tried to bother following new anime series aired by local channels recently because we have the internet for updates. I don’t even taking myself into an account to cosplay anything that comes from the mainstream series. I overlooked Code: Geass so much because it is popular in the internet that I won’t bother joining in the bandwagon of shitstorm. Then TV5 bought it and then airs it locally. Still I won’t budge. I have said long ago I will only watch a series, whatever that is, and whenever I feel like it. Until I saw this sexy animooted pic of CC.
Still can’t be convinced, yet I’m having second thoughts on the said series that spawn the origin of the lulzy “spinzaku” and “JIBUN WOOOOOOOOOOO”. CC having a sexy ass was already established as a common knowledge. Lelouch is a fag that is why we have Luluko. Pizza Hut was their official sponsor. It’s a collaboration of CLAMP and Sunrise. Saw numerous CC, Kallen or Code: Geass related cosplays before, not to mention ecchi fanarts. Well whatever happens, when it comes to the 2012 Londom Olympics, it’s time for “Hail Britania!”
(I can’t even end this segment appropriately. Damn.)
Monday 8/31, 8:45AM
Today I had my very first OB appt!
It has been a rainy day today but I woke up at the first sound of my alarm wide-eyed and ready to start the day. Chris and I luckily both took today off to recoup from the trip so we were home together and were headed to our first doc appt as Mommy and Daddy. The doctor’s office I go to is really close to home which is convenient and everyone was really friendly and warm.
Today I found out that I am 10 weeks and 4 days along! My EDD is March 25, 2010- right around our 4 year wedding anniversary! <3 We’ll be having a Spring baby!!
The doctor talked with us and answered our many questions and said everything seemed to be progressing as it should. And she was even able to fit us in for our very first ultrasound! I definitely already have one Mommy trait down pretty good- I’m a worrier. So she knew I’d feel at ease if I could see that my little bean was safe and alright.
We got to see the heartbeat on the screen and meet our little one for the very first time!!!! It was absolutely amazing, unreal and beautiful! And of course, I cried.
We decided to drive home to Augusta to break the news to Chris’ Mom and grandparents and bring home pictures of our little one for them to see. They were all thrilled and we were overflowing with joy!!!
Next appt- 2 weeks! Stay tuned.
For now I shall just edit and reformat my old entries, but I won’t write any of the unwritten entries today, for a sheer lack of time. I have to get some papers done… which I intended to do yesterday, but… yeah. Bad work-metabolism, huh?
And I have a feeling my cold is coming back, or maybe hasn’t quite left. I assume that because now it feels like I’m gonna start coughing soon, of all cold symptoms I probably hate that the most. The pain when you cough… hate eeeeeeeeeeeet. Then again, that was when I was little. By now I know several more severe things … *shrugs*
Now, imagine this and yesterday’s “that”, and you have 2 good reasons to be bitchy. Or stressed at least. But, interestingly enough, I feel neither. Why? I should be freaking by now on how I won’t get anything done and stuff. Am I pulling a Shikamaru here?
But, that aside, I just remembered, today is Monday, and a loooong time ago I said I’d post some of my favourite YouTube vids on Mondays. So maybe I should reintroduce that tradition-to-be.
So here we have today’s pick:
The Dark Knight Trailer with D. Gray-man clips :3
It must seem like I’m absorbed in D.Gray-man. But, it IS one of my favourites after all. Though I haven’t finished the re-watch, pretty much because the next vid on the site is hosted on Media Fire, making it impossible for me to watch on my Wii, because whenever you click play, they lead you to one of their ad sites, like the Poker one… and since my Wii doesn’t do pop ups, I’m screwed when it comes to vids hosted on MF. Yeah…
Maybe there’s a way around that with WiiTabs. I should try that some time.
And speaking of things I watch: I started watching “FullMetal Alchemist: Brotherhood”, which is supposed to be way closer to the manga storyline (most of you who know FMA probably also know that with the events of Lab 5, the Anime diverted from the Manga and eventually came to quite a different plot finish.) More info on the world of FMA, the shows, books and charas here. Be wary of spoilers though
I’ve only watched Ep 1 and 2 so far, Ep 3 (all hosted by FUNimation btw) doesn’t seem to load for me at all, and I don’t want to skip it. ^^;
So I started watching one of their other shows, “Shikabane Hime” (warning, spoilers may be ahead). It’s interesting, to say the least. The ‘hero’ is far different from the usual. X3
Also, one more thing before I begin the promised editing for the former, DSi made entries…
Alpha Inventions is a site/blog/tool that has brought me quite a bit of traffic the other day. If you need some traffic for your blog, it’s the right place to go I’ll add the link to my links below as well.
…get-mad-at-your-father-because-he-volunteers-you-for-work-you-don’t-want-to-do day.
in all fairness, i suppose i could have said no. but that is the problem with parents and people you love, generally. you start feeling like a brute even before the very notion of “no” can take shape in your mind. and so, here i am, doing more free-of-charge translation while working on my presentation for class tomorrow and shopping online for a wedding gift. (i do not dole out free advice on how to multitask.)
but today is also i-found-the-bag-of-my-life day, all thanks to the new love-of-my-life, etsy. i am waiting for the seller to tell me if she will ship the bag to japan, and have been checking my email most religiously for the past 12 hours. why can she not just say yes?? she simply has to sell me that bag. it is destined for me. i haven’t felt that way about a bag for years, and it is quite an exciting feeling. just like having a crush – only better because, hell, money can buy this one. and just in case someone else feels as predestined for it as i am, i will not put up a link to the shop till i find out if the bag is mine. or not. (but that is an unthinkable option.)
i will, however, tell you about the cutest red pair of vegan shoes i saw. vegan shoes! i read those words and immediately envisioned leaf-munching shoes. sort of like the little shop of horrors, with shoes, of course. here they are. but i would need to quit school and work quite seriously for several years before i can afford all the wonderful things i see on etsy. i envy these clever people who can make such beautiful things, and take such beautiful pictures of them. it must be much more fulfilling than studying tv.
it rains tomorrow, and likely for several days after that. and when the rains stop, fall will come in earnest. i think i am, slowly and painfully, but surely, climbing back out from the ruins of 2009.
It has been quite a few weeks since I last blogged. Even though I haven’t put pen to pad, I think about what I am going to write every single day. Life since we spoke last has been…hmm…lets see…interesting to say the least. What I have learned here reflecting over my life is that interesting is really the only adjective to describe my life. I find myself in the damnest situations…many people seek and latch on to me…and in all these situations…I don’t always make the correct choice…so when you incorporate all of that…interesting is exactly what you get. Over the course of the last few months, I have had some monumental changes happen in my life…from child custody battles to love to religion and all points in-between…you name it…the home team has probably experienced it.
School has started back for me just over two weeks ago and I am at it full-force. I love school with all of my heart…but I can’t wait to the day I walk across that stage with my degrees…man I can see it now. If it seems like I am all over the place…I am because I really am not sure what I want to say. I have this weird, but right feeling. I would equate it to seeing someone for the first time in years…you are extremely comfortable with them…but they are different and you have to feel them back out. Yeah…that’s it…that awkward moment you have with someone on the first kiss…not sure when exactly to go in for it…yep…yep..that’s about how I feel.
#1 and #2 are okay…I’ve definitely have had some drama with #2…but I know that God has me in a place right now in order to cope with that situation…I guess in sometime I will reveal it to you…maybe…maybe not…kinda cloudy on that one.
I’ll keep this one short and sweet…David has changed…I probably will never be the person I was…I just pray that I become a better being. Everyone be blessed and stay tuned…you never know what’s gonna come out of my mouth….
10 Movies:
10 Books:
10 Bands:
10 Individual Artists:
10 TV Shows:
10 Actors/Actresses:
10 Actresses:
10 Countries:
10 Wild Animals:
10 Places in Portland:
Just a list…
*Hoyt Arboretum, Wallace Park, Mt. Tabor, Saturday Market, Pioneer Courthouse Square, PGE Park, Rose Garden, Kelly Point Park, Ray’s Rags
I’m going to sell “Bawl Babies”: balls with cry baby faces on them.
Any type of ball should do: tennis bawl babies, golf bawl babies, soccer bawl babies, super bawl babies, ping pong bawl babies, rubber bawl babies, beach bawl babies, Lucille Bawl babies, tether bawl babies, bowling bawl babies, medicine bawl babies, rugby bawl babies, basebawl babies, basketbawl babies, Nerfbawl babies, meatbawl babies, …
POSSIBLE SLOGANS
“I’ll give you something to cry about!“
“More useful than a Cabbage Patch Kid … and they bounce too!“
note: if this works, I may branch out into “Bald Babies” … ones with no fake drawn-in hair on them!
double note: paddles not included.
triple note: Money Making Scheme #1 and #2 and #3 and #4 and #5 and #6 and #7 and #8 and #9 and #10 and #11 and# 12 and# 13 and #14 and #15 are still scheming.
notes to myself #11
When you are 19 don’t take the “selling encyclopedias door to door” job.
It’s just not your thing.
Did you really want to be good at that anyway?
Garth Brooks might have thanked God for unanswered prayers, but right now I just can’t do that. I stopped trying to fix the world’s complexities long ago as trying to simply understand the problems seemed easier and more attainable. Besides, I’m far too busy trying to figure out what’s going on in my own head to worry about everyone else’s issues.
And therein lies the problem. Focusing on other people allows me not to face my own demons. I don’t have to think about the complicated answers and sort them out so all the pieces fit when there are others to worry about.
But I’ve decided that I can’t help other people… because I suck at it.
Sometime between age 18 and the day before yesterday I learned that service doesn’t have to mean painting a barn, cleaning someone’s house or babysitting. Somewhere along the way the question came into my mind, “What do we live for if not to make life easier for others?” What does it hurt to give a stranger or tourist directions? Help carry someone’s groceries to his or her car? Advise which roads not to take during rush hour? Share a cab? Offer someone a ride? Give a hug? Send a card?
Most of us carry in our hearts a desire to assist the poor, to lift the distressed, to give comfort and hope and to help all those who are in trouble and pain. We recognize the need to heal the wounds of society and replace with optimism, faith, and hope. Truly great men and women resolve to dedicate a part of their lives and time to those in distress.
Helping hands can lift someone out of the mire of difficulty. Steady voices can provide encouragement for some who might otherwise give up. Listening to another’s burdens can be an immense sense of relief and release for the one doing the talking.
In short, it never hurts anyone to be nice.
Having waxed poetic, I feel I should be honest. I believe serving others is closest we can be like gods ourselves. I was always taught to lose myself in the service of others and I think I have truly lost myself. I am so lost, in fact, that at this juncture I am starting to wonder the point of me being here. Not in DC but on the Earth itself.
Why reach out and try to help others if we are continually rejected?
I don’t really fit in anywhere. I’m too liberal for my culture and I’m considered incredibly sheltered, naïve, and just plain weird by the rest. I keep praying God will take away my compassion so the burdens, loneliness and inability to make a difference in other people’s lives won’t hurt so much. I think that’s one prayer He’s not going to answer.
Woah..i think if i’m not writing anything..this blog with go on forever…busy busy busy..back from camp n work the coming again on mon…i miss the kids though..and i miss my lovely a01 clique….very much..dint get to meet up…i hope to meet them also my jazapos la…haix..so busy..n is going oct la!!! i though next week is still sept i mean fri…i’m so lack of slp due to camp…i needa slp early tmr so tt i got energy…for another crazy week lor…this week is my little stepbrother’s birthday…yeah…he is going to change them due to some lame reasons..which is quite disappointing to me…oh wells.. not coz of the name la…but other reasons..well…i’m so going to lala land liao…tmr gonna be a long long day…
I just read this freakish article about taking strangers home. There was this girl who was on her way home from a nightclub. She met this guy while she was in line for a kebab or something, and then he went home with her. They did their thing, and he slept over.
The day after he said: Did you notice that I used a long time in the bathroom last night?
The girl: Njaa, why?
The guy: Well, I was rolling dice.
The girl? Rolling dice, why?
The guy: Yeah, if I got a five I was going to rape you, if there was a three I was going to cut you in pieces, and if I got one I was going to be nice. I rolled the dice and got one. I rolled it one more time, and I got one, again. So, I dicided to be nice.
So, there she sat, in her living room, with a totally stanger, who just told her that he could have killed her if he wanted.
Would you be scared? I know I would!
Sitting on a couch on a Friday night… wondering what is next.
Probably just going to be a random firing of thoughts.
I’ve been trying to wrap my mind around the needs of our community. How does someone discover what is really needed. Through seeking God and watching where he is at work.
I love the fact football is back on!
I am now less than 4 months away from being married…I can’t wait. Jessica, I love you and want to be the man of God you need me to be.
I am now less than 4 months away from being a father…I can’t wait. Taylor, I love you and want to show you how to be the man of God this world needs you to be.
I had a great conversation with Skylar yesterday and my sister Jennifer today. Both of which were desperately needed. Skylar thanks for asking tough questions. Jennifer thanks for turning a mirror on me. I need it.
I am so glad there are people in my life who are willing to love me even at my most unlovable.
I am tired of emulating and want to be innovating. I don’t want our church to be something its not. My prayer is that God would make me passionate about growing his Church, not just my church. His Kingdom is more important than my church.
It is a gorgeous day. One of those days where you can comfortably wear a t-shirt or a light sweater. One of those days where it’s sunny but there’s a cool breeze. One of those days you wish you were sprawled out on a beach somewhere with your hubby, a good book and something slushy to drink. I need a few day’s vacation… from my life. Just a few days to chill out and think about nothing but how much to tip the cute guy who brings us our drinks…
So here we are in our new home and I have absolutely no idea how to work WordPress. But, I know lots of people run their blogs through WordPress and love it, so I’m hoping I’ll love it just as much, if not more than Blogger.
Bear with me though. I have no idea what I’m doing here.
I do have a lot that needs updating over the past several weeks. I’m going to try to do that today.
We still don’t have any bedside tables. We moved in on August 1st. It’s September 24th.
After three emotionally fraught trips to Ikea at the beginning of August, I swore I would never return to that god-forsaken place again. I tried buying crappy bedside tables from Argos (epic fail), anything to keep myself from having to return to Ikea.
But here we are, nearly two months after moving in, still without any bedside tables.
It is time.
Now that I really have nothing of any consequence filling my days, there is no reason for me not to make another trip to Ikea. I shall go. I shall buy cheap bedside tables. I shall also buy cheap couch cushions. The rats have been very bad and prone to chewing on the preexisting couch cushions. I have devised a plan that involves taking the cushions off of the couch (storing them under the bed or something) and lining the couch back with cheap disposable cushions. Given the fact that the couch was terribly uncomfortable to start with, the removal of the unnecessarily large and imposing back cushions and their replacement with smaller, more-welcoming and less-likely-to-be-chewed cushions is just a good idea anyway.
Yes. Time to get. shit. done.
Ikea. Alright let’s go. Leerooooooy Jeeeenkinnnnns!!!
By Annie
As I said in the original Knerdy Knits post, I’m a pretty big nerd. I always find a lot of cool nerdy projects while I’m perusing the internet for inspiration, and I think it would be a shame not to share them with you here.
Not all of these projects are knits, but they are all nerdy (or knerdy – silent k). Click the photos to view the original projects. I hope you enjoy these as much as I do!
Star Wars Cupcakes by Spool Sisters
Periodic Table Sweater by This and That
Reboot and Escape Coasters by Merit Market
Yoda Hat by Dollar Store Crafts
Golden Snitch by Kat Knits
Green Lantern Sweater by Chris Wass
Sony Playstation iPhone Case by Rabbit Rampage
Gameboy Phone Case by maedchenmitherz
I don’t understand Sol Campbell.
He’s been capped for England 73 times. He was part of the only modern day unbeaten top flight team with the Arsenal. And he scored the glorious goal for the Gunners in the 2006 Champions League Final.
And at 35 years of age, while his chances for further glory may be dwindling, you’ve got to think there could be one more grab at the brass ring.
Yet, he signs with League Two Notts County… on a 5-year-deal no less!
No disrespect to Notts County, I know nothing of them other than they are in League Two. Well, and that Sven is on board.
So the buzz is, that it is for future managerial considerations… and £40,000 a week.
But before you can convince yourself that those reasons are valid, Sol plays one match for Notts County, and quits.
In all fairness, one can certainly imagine that after standing next to the likes of Kolo Toure and Rio Ferdinand, and heading home in Paris with a TV audience over a billion, it must be quite difficult to find yourself in a stadium that holds 20,000 people.
I can’t wait to see what he does next.
It’s all fascinating stuff from a guy who is quite mysterious in the world of milk-and-water footballers.
The Goal:
done
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Carly’s post…
Last Friday I spent my day babysitting my niece and nephew like I always do. This means I have to be up and at ‘em by about 7:30am, ready to change copious amounts of diapers, feed two meals plus snacks to two small children, give naps, and somehow find time to shower. I’ve gotten pretty good at playing mommy on Fridays and juggling my duties, and this past Friday was no exception, except I did it on about 4 hours of sleep. For whatever reason, I had a case of insomnia the night before and spent half my night staring at the ceiling.
After watching the kids all day, I had plans to go to a Pirates baseball game. I know they are currently the worst team in Major League Baseball, but the ball park is beautiful and it was $1.00 hot dog night. Yum! Cheap hot dogs almost justify paying $8.00 for a beer…almost. And wouldn’t you know, the crappy Pirates actually won. Who’d’ve thunk it?
The next day was relatively uneventful since I had to work all day. I work every Saturday at Staples and it has caused me to have a strong dislike for the public. I’d quit, except by working exactly one day a week pays for my health insurance, which costs ridiculous amounts of money. I’m one of those people who is terrified of not being insured. I’m convinced the moment I don’t have it, I’ll be diagnosed with some hideous disease. Paranoid? Perhaps. In favor of a public health care option? Yes, please. But anywho…
So, after work on Saturday, I get a phone call from Cassie asking if I had sent her a virus via email. At this point I hadn’t been on my computer in over 24 hours, and had sent no such email. Turns out someone hacked into my computer because my virus protection expired a few weeks ago, and sent everyone on my email list a virus. But not just any virus, but a porn virus. Cassie said she opened the link and had va-jay jays in her face for hours! And who did this porn virus go out to you ask? Hmmm, let’s see, my grandparents (eek!), my aunts, my mother and sister, numerous friends, and a few of my professors (double eek!). Needless to say, I was temporarily mortified.
Sunday I spent my day driving to Detroit to watch a Vikings and Lions game. Being originally from Minnesota, I thought, what the hell, how about some football? Detroit is only about 5 hours away, so a friend of mine from work got tickets and we made a mini road trip out of it. The whole place smelled like beer and boys, and took me back to my frat party days…anyway…It was fun to watch Brett Favre play and destroy the Lions. In our section, we were the only two Vikings fans in a sea of defeated, drunk Lions fans, and at times, we got some not so nice words thrown at us.
To finish my little re-cap for the last few days, I’ll end with Monday (yesterday). The majority of the day I spent writing a paper for my Colonial American history class. After class, however, I got together with my friend Ben and we had a “few” drinks. I’m starting to believe that he is turning me into an alcoholic, since every time he comes over, it’s usually with a case of beer. Typically, our beer of choice is Blue Moon, sometimes with a side of Guinness. Last night, though, we decided to drink red wine. A lot of red wine. And listen to a lot of really bad ‘90s music. For whatever reason, we thought it would be super fun to dig out my old mixed cds from about ten years ago. Each cd was fun and ridiculous surprise.
Four hours of sleep and a horrible hangover later, here I sit. I think it’s time for a nap!
Mary had a good long laugh session in the car today. This isn’t normal for her, so everyone else in the car stopped what they were doing and looked at each other, wondering what on earth could be so funny! Well, here’s the story:
Dr Mary wrote this amazing book called The Village Medical Manual. The director of my mission organization said that he believes that nobody has done more in the world of missions than Mary has with that book. It’s absolutely brilliant, and is used in millions of villages around the world. Anyway, she’s now working on revisions for the 6th edition, and they asked her for some fun pictures of people doing medical work in villages for the cover of the 2 volumes. She’s seriously afraid of cameras pointed at her, so she asked me if I would be willing to be on the cover. I said sure, as long as it’s not a full face shot of just me. So, the past few weeks, we’ve been trying to get some good pictures of typical medical work in villages. One picture has been accepted, but we need one more for the 2nd volume. So, today was going to be the day. We went to 2 villages, and Mary had the perfect patient in mind for this picture. She’s an elderly woman with shingles on her abdomen and up her side. We brought some pain patches for her, and wanted to get a picture of me applying them to the area. No problem. Well, we arrived and found the patient. I had the patches, Mary had the camera, and the patient was holding her shirt up for the application and photo op. As I was applying the patch, I wondered if it would be a problem to have some…ummm….female anatomy…in the picture. I dismissed the thought because we’re in Ethiopia, and showing that particular area of the body is absolutely no big deal. Plus, she’s 70 years old! Nobody will care!
On the way home, Mary was very excited about the pictures she got. She thought for sure that the editor would love one of them, and she couldn’t wait to send it. I said offhandedly, “Yeah, as long as they don’t mind having [female anatomy] in the pictures!” That’s when the laugh came…and continued for a solid 2 minutes. Mary had not even noticed the extra body parts in the picture! That’s how Ethiopian she has become.
So now we have to come up with another picture. In the meantime, though, Mary is going to send that one to the editor and see what she thinks. I can’t wait to read the email in response.
As some of you may or may not be aware, Christy and I are currently on our way up to Zimbabwe for work. After successfully completing the project I had been working on for the past year in the Kwa-Zulu Natal Province in South Africa (Umzimkhulu), there were few opportunities available for work in the area. So, as a stop-gap measure, the director’s of Africa AHEAD suggested that we head up to Zim so that I could work with our sister organization there, who is just beginning a new project funded by Oxfam. I will try and provide more information about that at a later date.
Anyway, after spending days packing our house in Ixopo and storing some things with friends and neighbors, we got on the road to Durban to spend the night with friends before heading up to Jo’Burg and then to Zim. Well, if that was not stressful enough, South Africa would not let us leave without one final parting shot. Sunday morning, around 4 am, a group of late night revelers returned to the backpackers where we were staying and forgot to lock the door to the lodge. Apparently someone followed them back to the lodge that morning and broke into the lodge. He got into the room where we were staying and stole Christy’s purse (with wallet and passport), my wallet and both of our cell phones. When he picked up Christy’s toiletry bag, thinking it was a purse, both of us woke up to see him leaving our room. I gave chase, but never saw the guy again. So, we spent the morning talking to the police, canceling all of our debit cards and credit cards and just generally stressing out about how to deal with a move to another country. Adding insult to injury, we both lost our drivers licenses as well, so now we are driving with a police affidavit indicating our licenses were stolen.
Now we are in Jo’Burg picking up the pieces of our lives and hoping we can leave the country later next week after all our local cards are replaced and Christy’s new passport is provided. Life goes on, but not in the manner we had envisioned. I guess South Africa just did not want us to leave quite yet.
So, I’ve got this old PC that I no longer use sitting under my desk. It’s a decent system but I just don’t use it anymore so I thought I’d put the latest SUSE Linux on it.
1st issue, BIOS checksum error. cleared that.
2nd issue. CPU fan making a god awful racket (Ah, that’s why I stopped using this machine!). no problemo, go get a new fan. Eight bucks ad an hour later and I have a new fan. I remove the old one. I install the new one.
Switch it on, aaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnndddddddd. beep, beep, beep!
Huh, try again, same result.
Take the fan off, try it, still beeps.
Remove the cpu and reseat it. try it again. faint burning smell and now it won’t even turn on.
****!
This is why I hate computers.
Since I really want to do some work related stuff on without screwing up my good web server I really need another box. Looks like I am going shopping for a cheap mother board at the weekend. Probably need memory too, and a cpu.
This is why I hate computers.
There is one thing about myself that keeps bothering me. I am not quite sure what is it. This thing is very influential and hence bringing a very big impact to my life and making me writing this emo post now.
This thing, if i m to describe it now, i don’t think i will ever put a big full stop to my post. But the truth is I am not sure what this thing is, i don’t know how exactly to describe this thing well in words. Should I say i m lacking of this something? Or I m having this something as an extra credit? I don’t know.
Okay, signing off after dropping some shitty craps here.
Have a nice day everyone, bless you!
The longer I stay as a call center agent, the more of the ‘old’ me vanishes. I guess Im just entirely adapting the culture of the industry, but I do not want to. So Im listing down the things, reminders mostly, that I should stop or start doing before it’s too late.
1. The dirty finger and excessive swearing. STOP
>> For the entirety of my student life, I never held the dirty finger so easily. NEVER. I wonder what changed? Well, raising the finger has been a stress-reliever, you know, a way to release those unspoken words that I so want to tell a customer. Guess you can say it’s a thing that every agent does, but then again, I know myself better. So I will try, no I WILL lessen raising the dirty finger.
>> I can now utter the minimum of 4 to 5 profanity in a single sentence, and of this, I am not proud of. I will try to minimize my profanity powers, I swear. and Im sure that I can do it. Ako pa, I take pride in having complete control of the things that I say and do. Di ba di ba?? haha!
2. Smoking. STOP
>> Im just a social smoker, a very light social smoker. My vow is to smoke the max of 5 sticks in one year, but so far, I believe I’ve consumed at least two and a half packs of smoke! Damn. Smoking is not a part of me and I do not intend to make it a habit. No. A gi-normous, echoing NO. This, I know I can completely stop.
3. Drinking. LESSEN or entirely STOP
>> I like drinking. It’s one event that let the usually uptight people loosen up, or the quiet people speak up. For us, it’s bonding time, but I noticed that days after the session, I would get sick. So I think I’ll stop for a while. For how long, I cannot say, but I’ve had enough for the year I guess.
4. Writing. START
>> I started to write poems when I was 9, and since then, I always get a VG in all essays that my teachers asked us to do. From poems, to essays to articles in college. Writing, I do not want to forget how to do it, that’s why as much as possible, there should be a pen and a paper near me so I could easily grab it doodle something down during avail.
5. Reading. START
>> When was the last time I’ve read a good book? Ummm… I have no idea. So once Dan Brown’s The Lost Symbol is out, I’ll be dashing down to the nearest book shop and purchase a copy of it. As well as Gaiman’s American Gods. I’ve read like 3/4 of the novel already but due to practicum, I’ve forgotten to pick the book up again and resume reading.
6. Be updated. START
>> Except for snippets of political updates that I get to see when I board the TP shuttle, I am not exactly the right person to know what exactly is happening in the country. Hell, I know Noynoy’s running for Presidency and that Teodoro man is the administration’s candidate, but apart form that and some UAAP updates, I am CLUELESS. Guess, I should start buying newspapers from now on. Two birds in one stone, reading and getting updated.
So, I’m the type of girl who wants it all. I want to be a career woman, a loyal friend, a grateful daughter, and now a fabulous wifey! Taking a page from the 1950’s, pre-bra burning era a wifey takes care of the home, her husband, and her childern. Although I firmly stand by some of my feminist thinking I do want to be good at all of those “domestic” duties.
Challenge #1 – Improve cooking skills.Yesterday, I decided to surprise Mike and cook dinner for us. I pulled up a recipe titled “Easy Chicken Cutlet” – sounded like something right up my alley – and chose instant pasta as my side.
I started by pulling out a few different bowls – one for the eggs, one for the bread crumbs, and another for the washed chicken (apparently I’m overly paranoid about salmonella). I rummaged through the cupboard for different spices to sprinkle on the chicken once I had breaded it and pulled out the frying pan. Then poured a cap full of oil onto the pan and threw on my first cutlet.
I questioned myself on how long I should leave the chicken cooking on each side and so ran to ask Mike. When I got back there was an unusual amount of smoke in the air. I flipped over the chicken per Mike’s instructions and realized I was a little too late. The chicken was mostly black and crispy. I finished cooking that piece and put the next cutlet on the pan. I did this 5 times…apparently I’m not a person who improves with trial and error (at least when it comes to cooking).
Needless to say, we didn’t really enjoy the Surprise Chicken Cutlet meal. BUT I did force us to eat it!
Smokey, messy kitchen
Yummy Burnt Chicken
Mike showing me how it's done
OH SHIT LAHH! I AM SO GOING TO DIE. TELL ME WHAT SHALL I DO. I JUST FOUND OUT THAT THE NEXT LIT MOVIE SCREENING THING IS ON TUESDAY. AND I HAVE HCL DRAMA ON TUESDAY. THE DRAMA THIS WEEK WILL BE THE LAST ONE, THE FINAL ACT. CANNOT SKIP. THEN THIS TUESDAY WILL ALSO WILL BE THE LAST SCREENING FOR THE MOVIE. ALSO CANNOT SKIP.
maybe i shall just skip the movie and watch it online or something? or maybe ask the teacher can my group be the first to act and go for the movie straight after? tell me what to do. ): hope the news from that person is not true, hope that the movie is not on tuesday. i don’t want to die young.
i updated vol. 6 of TT for dummies to account for the new chapters since i now know wtf was going on thanks to some scanslations lol.
i also updated the wheel of fate page, namely the influences of the wheel section to account for something i picked up on in ch. 126. to save u the trouble of sifting through the whole long ass article for the new bit here it is:
I went to AWA on Saturday and enjoyed to see many different cosplays. I also made a couple of new friends and met a lot of interesting people. This is a shout out to Microphone and Video Person, two very nice people I met at AWA and spent some time with. Let me elaborate.
After finishing our 3rd shopping trip, my friends and I were walking back to the registration area. That’s when I thought I heard.. no, scratch that, I definitely heard Little Kuriboh’s voice singing his parody version of Fresh Prince of Bel Air. To my amazement, after a couple of minutes of talking to the man clad in red, he too, was looking for the Abridger himself, and we set off on a quest to search for him. Along the way, we encountered the elevator, where the man whom I nicknamed as Microphone decided to play Rick Astley’s , ” Never Going to Give you up.” So basically, we Rick Roll’d people in the elevator twice. Afterwords, we went to the eleventh floor of the hotel – turned – anime convention and threw Ruffles at the little people below. We Almost hit several people, but that’s not the point. Anyway, in the end, we went our separate ways and never did find Little Kuriboh. But it was a wonderful experience, and I must thank both Microphone and Video Person, whatever your names may be.
And if there’s a possibility that they’re reading this, HI!
I’m glad atheism is just frowned upon in India, unlike in the USA where atheists are considered treacherous, immoral and deceitful people with no goals in life. I speak of only these two countries for a simple reason. One is the self proclaimed “greatest country on earth” and the other is my country.
The political decisions in two of the biggest democracies in the world are strongly governed by religious views. George Bush actually said that Jesus spoke to him and told him to start the war on terror in Iraq. Many times religious views have come in the way of common sense, practicality and even morals. For instance, the Bush administration classified sex education as against the Bible and schools were told to teach only abstinence. The result? More teen pregnancies in the states that practiced the abstinence-only teaching compared to the states where a more logical outlook was preferred.
Consider another controversial topic; euthanasia. It is illegal in most of the countries across the world. Why? Apparently it is immoral because God is against killing people. What is immoral is putting a person like Terri Schiavo, who had been in a vegetative state for years, through such terrible pain while keeping her alive with the help of machines. I’m not for killing people but in the extreme cases keeping them alive is so much worse for everyone around.
In India, today, religion and God go hand in hand with everything else. “Pujas” are done for everything; new job, new house, birthdays, funerals. There’s nothing wrong in it, of course. However, if the same money is used for just causes, it would make a significant difference. There are certain organizations, which in the name of “Moral policing” or “Custodians of Indian culture” do despicable things like dragging and beating people who were peacefully enjoying a drink at a pub. Come again, HOW is this moral? Furthermore, just how is it even remotely justified that our government is condoning such actions and not taking any measures against these organizations?
In all this madness, if a person believes religions aren’t of much use and that God doesn’t exist, he/she becomes the immoral one. At least these people don’t go around enforcing their views on others! The non-believers usually don’t seek to turn any believers into them, and they are by no means any more immoral than the theists. Sometimes the theists are the ones who are the epitome of immorality. A certain pontiff of the Kanchi mutt is a good example. We’ve heard of terrorists being religiously motivated. Ever heard of an atheist terrorist? Is it just me or are there very few atheist politicians? Right to practice any Religion is a Fundamental Right according to our constitution and it gives a person the right to practice and promote any religious views peacefully. So, amidst all the religious confusion and brainwashing, why is practising ‘no religion’ considered a sin (or in some churches, “an act of heresy”)? It is by no means against the Indian Culture. The ancient Indian scripts have made many references to atheism. Quoting Nobel laureate Amartya Sen:
“In some ways people had got used to the idea that India was spiritual and religion-oriented. That gave a leg up to the religious interpretation of India, despite the fact that Sanskrit had a larger atheistic literature than what exists in any other classical language. Even within the Hindu tradition, there are many people who were atheist. Madhava Acharya, the remarkable 14th century philosopher, wrote this rather great book called Sarvadarshansamgraha, which discussed all the religious schools of thought within the Hindu structure. The first chapter is “Atheism” – a very strong presentation of the argument in favor of atheism and materialism.”
Religions were created ages ago to unite people under a common belief. They are certainly doing the exact opposite today. The simple fact is that on the larger scale, there is no bigger threat to the world than religion. Bill Maher, in one of his stand-ups, said, “Technically, atheists form a religious and cultural minority.” That makes a particularly strong statement even here, considering the current quota hogwash going on in our country. Again, I’m just glad atheism isn’t such a big deal in India. On a lighter note, I’ll finish with one of the most hilarious quotes on atheism:
“To you I’m an atheist; to God, I’m the Loyal Opposition.” – Woody Allen
We met in San Francisco, right by Union Square, in the summer of love 2003. We’ve hade laughs and tears. Rain and shine. And we will always have the memories.
But. This is it. We have reached the end of the road. C’est fini. For real this time. All I can say is: I don’t regret a thing.
I must remember
you are rubber and nylon
Autumn is here now
“AVOID STRESS!” scream the displays studded around campus, and “WASH YOUR HANDS!”, “REST!”. Yes, yes, we got the idea, flu season is upon us. And there is a barrage of flu-warnings and flu-prevention advice, everywhere. In schools, in your child’s bag, in hallways, libraries, classrooms, offices, washrooms, everywhere.
I suppose this care and anxiety on the part of officialdom to prevent the spread of flu is preferable to the opposite situation- the deep unconcern and apathy of other states I could name as to whether their citizens catch a cold or not. But you can have too much of a good thing.
“TAKE IMMUNITY BOOSTING SUPPLEMENTS!” shouted a new display in Killam early this week. So when I got up on Wednesday with a sore throat, I thought right, that’s it. I will beat the flu. I will take immunity boosting supplements. And I typed “immunity boosting supplement” in google, naturally, as you do when you want to find out about something new. And the first thing that caught my attention was “zinc”. “The moment you feel the onset of cold symptoms, take zinc supplements every two hours for boosting your natural immunity”- thus ran the article.
Not questioning the wisdom of the internet, I rushed to the drugstore and bought a bottle of zinc and vitamin C lozenges. I started sucking.
By Thursday, my cold symptoms were slightly better, though I was feeling a bit nauseous.
Friday morning, I couldn’t eat anything. It was as if my throat was locked. The nauseau was so strong that it reminded me of morning sickness. I didn’t take another zinc supplement- I simply couldn’t put anything in my mouth.
All day passsed in a haze of nausea and hunger-induced dizziness- the cold symptoms forgotten in the general unwellness. I thought it was food-poisoning- but what had I eaten? I mentally reviewed everything I had eaten in the past 24 hours- everything was family food, which we had all eaten. It took me until evening before it clicked. The only thing I had eaten which was unusual, which my family hadn’t eaten. The zinc supplements. I was zinced.
Lesson learned: I will only stick to the pills I know: Strepsils for sore throats, cold tablets for fever and aches, and the chalky things for an upset tummy. And of course, I will AVOID STRESS. As for the immunity-boosting tablets, whoever dreamt up that notice, and whoever wrote that lying article, may they be zinced to hell.
custom BROstock Supra boat
Once again it is friday, and there is a big football game tonight. It is at Davis at 7:30 for all you supportive fans that would like to come! Also, cheer has regionals staturday in Hinton. Because of cheer regionals I do not get to go to the lake again:( I miss all my friends that live there, but hopefully I will be able to go up next weekend. Althought I havent been to the lake in a while, I have been watching the King of Wake challenges and Brostock 2009. Brostock 2009 is just a huge competion held at Lake Powell, which is a beautiful lake, and I would love to visit there. Brostock is sponsored by Monster energy drinks, Supra boats, Alliance wake, Lake Powell resorts, adn many more. Each rider gets to to take a practice run behind the brand new custom BRO stock Supra 24′. My favorite rider attended the competition, but he got eliminated going into the semifinals. My Favorite rider, Harley Clifford, is 15 years old and already dominating the wakeboarding world.Harley Clifford competing in BROstock 2009
Allora, specifichiamo: io capisco tutto, capisco che le morti dei soldtati italiani sono morti di Stato, e quelle dei civili no, capisco che c’è tutta una questione di patriottismo, che uno può essere d’accordo o no, però c’è, e i media la sfruttano, capisco anche il film che esalta l’impresa eroica delle “missioni di pace di stocazzo”, sempre per il patriottismo di cui sopra. Quindi non è che io non li comprendo i motivi per cui ieri la programmazione, e se non la programmazione, l’agenda dei canali italiani è stata rivoluzionata, e anche la mia opinione personale rispetto alla presenza in Afghanistan, e rispetto alla questione militare in generale [ovvero il fatto che non ce l'ho molto il senso del soldato che muore per il mio paese, e per noi tutti, a me, intimamente, mancano questi passaggi, spiace] non è che conti niente in questo momento.
Quello che non sopporto, in tutto ciò, è la percezione distorta della contemporaneità che viene a crearsi.
Lo scorso novembre Mumbai è stata dilaniata dagli attacchi terroristici di un un gruppo di militanti Pakistani facenti capo alla Lashkar-e-Taiba, un’organizzazione il cui principale obbiettivo è imporre lo Stato islamico nelle regioni dell’Asia del Sud attraverso i metodi del terrorismo. Quella serie di interventi sono stati definiti l’11 settembre indiano, per dare un po’ il senso della gravità. Solo al Taj Mahal, l’albergo stralusso nella zona stralusso della città, sono morte più di 170 persone.
La televisione generalista ha dedicato ovviamente ampio spazio alla vicenda, e i contenitori predisposti all’approfondimento hanno naturalmente trattato l’argomento, però nessuna rivoluzione, nessun cambiamento radicale nella scaletta delle reti.
Ecco, quello che mi da’ fastidio è questo genere di rilevanza distorta degli avvenimenti contemporanei che viene a crearsi nella testa di chi non si informa se non attraverso la televisione, ovvero la maggioranza degli italiani [un attimo eh, finisco questo discorso poi dico anche la cosa che lo so che la televisione è un rimescolamento di percezioni distorte e modelli storpi, un attimo solo]. Nella visione del mondo dell’italiano medio, la morte di sei milatari in una zona pericolosa [eufemismo] del mondo è più rilevante, più traumatica, più “grande” rispetto alle copiose decine di vittime di Mumbai 2008.
Non va bene. Anche perchè, con tutto il rispetto che forse intimamente mi manca ma che razionalmente so di dovere alla situazione, il militare che va in una situazione di guerra lo mette in conto il pericolo. Insomma, non può essere così traumatica e scandalosa la morte di un soldato, se non per i suo cari ovviamente. Parlo di una prospettiva pragmatica sulle cose, non emotiva. Le stragi di civili sono, devono essere, molto più shockanti, inaspettate, di difficile metabolizzazione.
Se l’anno prossimo chiederete a mia madre cosa si ricorda del terrorismo negli ultimi anni, con un po’ di sforzo riuscirete ad estorcerle la Kabul di ieri, ma mai vi citerà l’India. Non va bene.
E adesso il discorso del mondo distorto creato dalla televisione. E che magari, per la quotidianità di ’sto italiano medio, è più grave la rappresentazione mediatica storpia della società, dei modelli corporei e comportamentali – eccetera – che non la falsificazione di quella che è la rilevanza globale di certi avvenimenti che sono poi tasselli di storia contemporanea.
Si, si, probabilmente è così. Però oggi si parlava d’altro.
Because there is nothing in life better than watching old men roll around with one another, Ric Flair is set to wrestle Hulk Hogan starting in November.
Sure, Hogan is a mere 56 years old, but Flair rolls in at a robust 63. Now the two AARP-eligible wrasslers are going to square off against each other first in Australia and then in several other international locales. Wooo!
You’d be forgiven for thinking Flair was retired, since he he held a retirement match in March of ‘08 and then was given a send-off, but that won’t keep the Nature Boy down.
Reportedly Flair is, you guessed it, BROKE. And since Hogan has been undergoing a nasty divorce, this probably seems like the best idea for the two aging former superstars to make some scrilla. Of course, there’s plenty of history between these two, Flair for instance hammered Hulk in his book accusing Hogan of attempting to shoot Ric’s son and sabotaging Flair’s WCW career.
Even better, the Australian tour and the future shows are supposed to become also a REALITY SERIES! Since that’s worked so well for Hulk so far…
[Camel Clutch]
Cricket is starting back soon. I’m excited. I love cricket and while I’m not very good at the game I enjoy getting up on a Saturday ready to play five or six hours of it.
It’s easily my favourite sport.
The only downside is that most of the team from last season have changed clubs or quit so now I don’t really know too many people in my team but it’ll be okay. I have six months to get to know everybody before winter comes around again.
I think I like having something to occupy my Saturdays so I can feel like I have some kind of routine to my summer. It keeps me busy and away from parties. I’m not implying that parties are bad… but I’m not really a fan of the alcohol scene.
Some may call me boring but I really don’t care. I am the way I am and I sure as hell ain’t gonna change for anybody cause as long as I’m happy, no one else matters.
I’m not sure when my first game is, but I hope it’s soon.. I’m excited to get my blue and gold kit on and get out there on the field. The wind, the grass, the ball, and the floaty white things at Pirott Park.
I CAN’T WAIT.
And lastly, my most recent accomplishment, achieved while i was away in Grand junction while organizing SlopeSistair, i signed a contract with the Seattle Mist to come on as their team chiropractor. I took one of our massage therapists last Thursday to their press day so we could meet the team & coaches. We had an eyeful. And learned that a lot of the women already have minor to major injuries sustained from practice. It’s a professional league they say, and although they play indoor, in little more than bikini’s, its full contact and yes we saw some major connections on Friday night!
At first I was dealing with major moral issues, but then I was reminded by a friend that these girls are athletes and marketing tools just like everyone else in sport. Its a consumer driven industry. Not only that, its a great way for me to make connections, get more experience, and get ringside for a lot of entertainment. Beyond that, as neat as it was to treat the athletes & coaches after the game, I realized that the one thing I was missing, was being the athlete in the middle of all that excitement! I think next time I go offer my services at a practice, I’ll get the coach (a BC Lions Wide Receiver) to throw around a ball with me. Then I’ll tackle the assistant coach.
I’ve been meaning to update this page, I just have a lot on my mind right now. The Husband started the police academy this weekend, so it’s just been The Boy, The Girl, and I at home. I did want to post a picture really quick. I chopped off all my hair this weekend, and I am so glad I did! I was sick of messing with it, and now it’s much easier.
The Husband isn’t crazy about my new look. I’ve had my hair this short before (I cut it a few months before we got married) but, honestly, I am not too concerned with his opinion. Yes, it’s nice to make him happy but I have been keeping my hair longer than I want for 7 years. I figured I deserved to get a hair cut that I am happy with. And why not now? The Husband is going to be in and out of town (more out than in) until the middle of April.
The first time I had a professional pedicure was back in July when I was prepping myself up for convocation (: I also signed up for a ridiculously expensive package at Strip.
I told Mabel, “..Yes, I will only do a pedicure on special occassions..” and her reply was, “..That’s what you said about waxing!!” I looked at her and laughed.
But yes! Last week, after accompanying my mum to the doctor’s, I decided that I should do something to cheer myself up. So I called Strip to try and get an appointment but they are fully booked. So in desperation, I called Nail Palace in AMK Hub and VIOLA! I got myself an appointment.
The experience was okay. Maybe because it’s AMK Hub. The atmosphere was very….heartlandish. I prefer Strip’s atmosphere better (: But yeah. I decided to go for a brighter colour this time and I got pink!
barbie doll pinkKinda regretted it! It actually looks nice on ONE toe but when all ten are painted, it looks kind of BLEH! sigh. But what to do? It’s already done! SO! Since I was disappointed with the color, I decided to do a manicure as well! And this time, I got the lightest shade of pink. French manicure-ish kind of colour. TADA!!
baby pink (:
Okay, the picture abit blur cause I was walking and taking a picture at the same time! But yups. For those of you who goes, “..eh! but like no colour leh!” That’s the point!!! HAHAHAHAHA! It looks natural and nice (:
So yups! I had my second pedicure and first manicure! And next time, I am going back to Strip! To utilise my package!!!
DIE! I am getting so bimbotic and hiao lately. Tsktsk. Save money, woman. SAVE.MONEY!
Strange that I should say so but that’s what I thought. It’s funny though, because for me Christmas is definitely not about the Christian version of things but more about the seasonal change that we celebrate with friends, family and neighbours. I probably come across as dissing other cultures and that’s not what I mean to say. More that I’ve found a reason to celebrate now so “Christmas” is actually fun now instead of a time of year I dread. In any case there were a few big gifts for me today.
Eurythmy that moved me. Eurythmy unlike any I’d done before. I’m so thankful for the experience this morning with my fellow students, members of the community and one very talented teacher. I am also happy that I don’t have to feel the guilt I had this summer where it was a constant tug of war for me to get to class and stay engaged. Phewf, eurythmy really can be what I’d imagined, and more.
Time to paint and simple, yet focused tasks. The first was to figure out how to paint a wet sheet of paper a consistently light shade of grey without diluting our jars of thick, heavy black paint. We also painted for contrast using the same paint. I went back and forth in a lemniscaped pattern and when after a very short time I felt like I was done, I went back and “unpainted” some spaces. I was very happy with the results and glad for the extra time to experiment. Now if I could just give myself that much time at home!
Another gift and the one that actually moved me to thinking today was like Christmas, was the opening my beautifully wrapped lyre. It’s not required for teacher training but when I visited the kindergarten classroom in Hawaii I had the chance to play the lyre and have wanted to hear and make that music ever since. I enjoy singing so recorder playing has been rather frustrating. I still need to figure out how to tune it but for now the resonance of each string I pluck is enough!
And my final gift so far today was finding fabric. I wasn’t looking for anything but when out to find some other specialty items I happened across a fabric store that had one of my favourite prints, just in a different colour than what I used for my favourite baby quilt a few years ago. I’ve been admiring the bags people carry their eurythmy shoes in so later this week I’ll try and get started on mine.
I thoroughly enjoyed my first full day of teacher training and am so looking forward to what I’m going to learn over the coming months and years!
Viva Le Dhimmi!
CAIRO — For Mohamed-Ali Bouharb, the soul-searching journey of hajj he plans to embark on this year will be exceptional, since the Muslim soldier will be traveling all the way to the holy sites on a special trip provided by the army of the secular European country.
“The army is always in advance of society,” a jubilant Captain Bouharb told the Globe & Mail on Tuesday, September 15.
For this year’s hajj, Muslims in the French army who will go on the journey to Saudi Arabia will not have to travel on private commercial flights with ordinary civilians.
In a break from tradition, the Defense Ministry will provide its Muslim soldiers a plane to fly them and organize their stay.
The new hajj journey is the first to be sponsored by the army for Muslim personnel.
Longtime before, the army has sponsored annual trips for its soldiers to Catholic shrines in Lourdes with its long history of bonds with the Catholic Church.
Soldiers and officers willing to embark on the hajj journey next November would pay about €3,000, an amount less than most private travel agencies.
On the other hand, accommodation and guide will be provided by the Saudi Defense Ministry.
Muslim soldiers hailed the army’s upcoming hajj trip for providing them security.
Military personnel who travel on their own for the hajj could fall victim “to thieves or swindlers or disreputable travel agencies,” Bouharb said.
“Or imagine the situation of a serviceman who goes on his own and stays in a place where there’s some incident – I don’t know what kind, but maybe a bomb or a fire.”
Read it all via France Army Organizes Hajj Trips – IslamOnline.net – News.
More French dhimmitude:
Eiffel Tower goes Islamic for Turkey
Halal ads on French TV
I skipped school yesterday due to my laziness and else. Ian came and picked me up and we headed to Pyramid cinema to meet Wai Hong, Jia Rong, Kian Fei and Jason Lim. We entered the cinema FOC again (thanks to Jia Rong). We didn’t know what movie to watch as we can enter just any of the theatre. I ended up watching Where got ghost?. Uhh! SUCKS TO THE MAX!! Luckily I didn’t waste my money buying the movie ticket. Its just not funny at all! and…the movie is so so damn FAKE!
After movie, we didn’t know where to go. Snooker? No. Cyber? No. Movie again? No. Archery? No. We ended up at Burger King. After we makan, we walked around. I realised whenever some girls pass by us, they look at me like one kind. Maybe they’re jealous I’m hanging out with so many lengzais. Hahahaha. Thats vain, i know.
We stopped at Braun Buffel. We were there for more than an hour! Jason bought a wallet and Wai Hong bought a something to keep his Mitsubishi car key. LOL!! Stuff there were expensive and I spotted a purse. Not bad, quite nice. RM319 but I didn’t buy it of course. I want a purse that I really really like!!
Camwhore while on the way to Pyramid.
Ian on a Tako car..haha. Was about to take pic of Jia Rong at the right but he turned away T_T so I didn’t manage to get his pic. You know, its really RARE to get this type of pics cause all the guys wanna look cool and they don’t wanna look childish. Hahaha.
After that went to Ian’s house for dinner with his family. His mom made me a bowl of Bird Nest “Yin Wor”. After dinner, reached home, bathed, iron my uniform and sleep!!
The next day, was so tired and was lazy to get out from my bed!! URGH!! Last time I woke up maybe 30 minutes earlier than I normally wake up to feed my baby. But now, my baby is no longer with me…i woke up 45mins after. Hahaha. I was so responsible back then looking after my little baby. Now? LAZY LAH!
School was BORED!!! No teachers would enter the class and we ended up chit chatting in the class =.=
Everyone would put their arms on the table and put their head on their arms and fall asleep! Hahaha. Thats the process. I didn’t asked them to pose okay?
A clearer one. Hahaha.
Then, Ian msged me. I felt that he’s SO CUTE!!! hahaha
LOL! Early in the morning…hahaha
Thats all for today
<3 loves Momo <3
Fashion-goddess Victoria Beckham popped over to the Big Apple for New York Fashion Week looking every bit the rock star.
Beck’s beautiful other half was photographed in thigh-high boots with a peach and silver mini dress.
David will surely be sad to have missed this look, but England duty called.
Knowing how she rarely misses a match, I wonder if she jetted over on Saturday for the World Cup qualifier.
Victoria Beckham shocks at New York Fashion Week by donning mini-dress and thigh-high boots | The Sun |Showbiz|Bizarre
Victoria Beckham Mini and Boots
Fun news…McLean Bible Church has a new website!
We’ve been working around the clock the past few weeks to get it up and running, and today was the “official” launch. It’s still got some bugs to work out, but it’s almost all there!
Props to ALW for leading the process. It was definitely a long time coming, but it’s certainly worth it!
For me, the best part is the new Internet Campus Website. We’ve got some space to do some cool videos, integrate some social media, and generally look great!
Check out the new Internet Campus page:
Top (”above the fold”)
Bottom (”below the fold”)
Let me know what you think!
Now I know why Rui En is popular and many people attracted to An xiao Qian role in metamorphosis. In fact , that is her first time doing this kind of role. People remember her for that role. In fact, she act alot of cheerful kind of role but people don’t remember. When she acted in By my side, People say she keep acting same kind of roles which is not. An xiao qian role is what people remember of her. I was briefly watching some parts and it really 印象深刻. I find she did better for emo scenes in by my side than metamorphosis. Metamorphosis , her emo scenes sometimes abit too exaggerated. Though metamorphosis leaves people good impression but in By my side can see all her good acting. I was watching abit of by my side , I find that her expression is really good. 她拿捏得很好和很自然. Not many people can act as natural as her. Her expression , her 眼神 and her way of speaking in her dramas is getting better and better. I think the only thing she need to improve is really her pronunciation. The “sh” thingy which she always can’t pronunce it well.
I am looking forward to Her new drama Happy Family which will air next year Jan 18 , 9pm.
(407): i went to disney world today with my friends, met snow white, then saw her later at a bar. she is naked next to me in her bed, passwed out. when you wish upon a star…
(847): I accidentally had sex with my boyfriend’s twin last night…and he didn’t stop me.
(1-847): How was it?
(847): Fantastic, but that’s not the point.
(813): I’m fucking your sister right now.
(1-813): You motherfucker
(813): She’s next.
(410): can you sing with all the voices of the mountain? can you paint with al the colors of the windddd
(443): wasted?
(410): im pocohantasssss
(434): why are there goldfish crackers all over my bed?
(540): you decided you wanted to name them & keep them as pets.
(720): o shit let me call u back theres a hamburger in my pocket
(905): so I was like, you know platform 9 3/4? I know something else with those measurements. best. pick up line. ever.
(315): So i just bought beer on a credit card, using a fake ID, while wearing my nametag from work. All 3 have different names on them. God i love my boobs.
(773): Dude im not sure whos apartment i woke up in but i just showered here and their shampoo in phenomenal
(214): dude. I’m so drunk.
(972): pete, this is bryce’s mom
(214): I can’t wait to have my cock in your ass
(972): pete, this is still bryce’s mom
textfromlastnight beats fml and mylifeisaverage hands down
Some of us will never forget. And we’ll do our best to make sure future generations do not forget.
An excerpt from a Big Hollywood article titled Honoring September 11th: They Want Us to Forget. The author, Mark Tapson, is aware of the threat of ‘creeping sharia’. Maybe some day he’ll be aware of the blog ‘Creeping Sharia’.
It seems impossible to believe that that morning could be forgotten – just as it was once impossible to believe that our government could erase “jihad” and “Islamic” and “terrorism” from our national lexicon, preventing us from even naming the enemy, or that an American President could proclaim us no longer a Christian nation, but rather one of the world’s largest Muslim countries. There was a time when screenwriter Cyrus Nowrasteh’s extraordinary 2006 ABC miniseries The Path to 9/11 was going to be shown in schools across this country and be aired every 9/11 anniversary – until the Clinton administration, wanting you to forget their flaccid response to the growing threat of Islamic extremism, and fearing the show would tarnish their political legacy, pulled out all the stops to suppress it; it very nearly wasn’t aired, and today you can’t even obtain it on DVD. (This whole story has been related fascinatingly in John Ziegler’s must-see documentary Blocking the Path to 9/11). It’s impossible to forget that morning only if we fight to keep its memory alive.
Americans can commit themselves to public service any or every other day of the year; 9/11 should be reserved for solemn remembrance and renewed commitment to preserving American security, values and sovereignty. A day of greening your neighborhood? I’m all for planting trees, but what does “green” have to do with 9/11? Only that it’s the color of Islam. But if the President insists, allow me to suggest some service appropriate to the day:
Education? How about this: educate yourself and your children about 9/11 and about the continuing Islamist threat – not only of overt acts of terrorism, but the insidious dangers of “stealth jihad” and “creeping sharia.”
Read it all at Big Hollywood.
