Hm, semalem mimpi hujan angin, hujan es. bangun pagi liat HP masih OL. ada seseorang yg dh gk OL 4 hari ini..huhu..apa lagi pergi jauh ya??

bangun gk kesiangan, jadi santai siap2 sebelum ke kampus. bisa makan pagi, bisa siapin buku. santai deh, dan gk telat.

ngajar di kampus 2x..hm…lagi baik hati..tampak santai hari ini. mahasiswa juga tampak sedikit relax jadinya..

Ke bank, anter slip setoran yg ke bawa kemaren kamis. baik tuh gue ama tellernya gue anterin. di telp si vivi ttg blog…kayaknya mau ditraktir pizza neh..(yaaah, padahal ngarep tiket PP ke singapure hi2)

pergi ngelesin..*duuuh, udah bosen ngajar. hawanya udah liburan aja.

sms kang Hevi , udah lama gk sms via HP. dua kali aja..soalnya mahal…hihi. kata dia eta ge mahal, sampe sekarang gk tau tuh berapa harga smsnya.

ngajar lagi ke bimbel…jiah murid gk dateng. horeeee, gue pergi ke toko buku..beli buku 1, sambil nunggu mba eva dateng.

makan di pantasteiik ama mba eva..sini gue traktir deeeh…buat mba eva yg paling sering ada belakangan dikala senang maupun duka…

pulang ke rumah, gk sabar pengen baca bukunya. hm..seseorang masih belum OL…hey kemana dirimu woy??? jiah susah juga ya…kalo gue yg hot dia yg gk ada waktu. tapi kalo gue lagi ngajar..meuni ngaburu – buru nyuruh OL…huhu..awas ya kalo ngebuzz buzz, cuekin ah…*kesel tu da…

HOHO. okay, I shall spend time talking about what happened this past few days. anyway, there’s nothing much that happened these past few days, except that very interesting part of the seniors coming down to talk about their internship on last Saturday, especially the overseas one, which made everyone really looking forward to it. but the applying for it, is really really troublesome. i shall not trouble myself and i will stay in Singapore. HAHA. I’m planning to go over to Resorts World cos i think its pretty cool to be part of the opening of such a huge resort,  a multi-billion resort in Singapore.

After that, I went to work and i missed chingay training for the day cos of the internship briefing. and i will go next two weeks during mid sem break cos these two weeks are really hectic weeks. -.-

(ok, no link)

On Sunday, mom went off to work in the early morning but didn’t forget to cook a wonderful soup for me, my dad and my brother. LOL and my dad whipped up a good and simple meal which tasted really awesome HAHA. ok, i can say that my dad cooks at work AND AT HOME!! hahahaha.

nothing happened much today, except that i was a bit lost in the early part of the day(maybe due to lack of sleep), had ticketing lesson and the most impt thing is that although i went to school quite early today but i forgot to go sign up for the prof test 1 which is on next week. (yes its mid sem next week and i’ve yet to study for accounting!) and LRM ppl are really super kiasu. cos all slots have been taken up. and i shall go take up the tuesday one after accounting test. I just want to get it over and done with cos its really dumb to go to school just for a while and do up your hair and then poof, thats end of test.

yup. i’m not done with acct tutorial and i shall go do it.

TOODLES!

bajas, le pides unas cuantas cajas que le hayan sobrado, las unes y ya tienes una estanteria. Y si le pones una ruedas, hasta la puedes mover por toda la casa.  Esto es lo que ha hecho el estudio brasileño 20.87 y nos encanta. Ideas frescas, diferentes y ¡baratas! Vía designyoutrust

Several months ago, Tom and I began a study using The Battlefield of the Mind book and study guide by Joyce Meyer.  We are going through it slowly, one chapter at a time, answering questions from it, and then discussing it with one another, so it’s much like going back to school.  It’s forcing me to chew on what I’m reading, rather than just zipping through the material quickly without absorbing it.  I’m actually learning it.  Just this morning, the Lord ministered to me using one of the key points in the book, the gist of which is, You don’t have to take ownership of every thought that comes to you.

I was putting off getting out of bed, though I’d been awake quite a while, alternating between praying and thinking about “things.”  As I drifted into thoughts about the non-relationship between one of my sons and me, and between my sister and me, the familiar trap of condemnation and guilt began to draw me in as I considered my being the common factor in both relationships.  Right in the midst of it, the Lord spoke clearly, “You don’t have to go there unless I take you there.”  Wow!  With those words, He snatched me right out of the downward spiral into which those thoughts were leading me.  My loving Daddy doesn’t want me to live that way any more.  He really wants to help me take every thought captive to the obedience of Christ (2 Cor. 10:5).  Sometimes I’m not even aware just how contrary to Christ my thoughts are, so He chose this morning to wake me up to this trap that has been my normal.

I don’t know what your specific situations are, my beloved sisters.  Be assured the Lord is saying the same thing to you, “You don’t have to go there unless I take you there.”  Turn away from that self-analysis that only sides with the accuser, contrary to what God has declared about you – no matter the situation.  Instead, take those thoughts captive, knowing if there is something in you needing correction, He will bring it to your attention at the right time and in the right way.  You will be convicted, not condemned, and will walk out of it in true humility and freedom because of His mercy and grace.

Romans 8:6 AMP Now the mind of the flesh [which is sense and reason without the Holy Spirit] is death [death that comprises all the miseries arising from sin, both here and hereafter].  But the mind of the [Holy] Spirit is life and [soul] peace [both now and forever].

There is no need to be concerned that you will get “out of balance” in this, refusing to receive correction.  That, too, is a trap of the enemy.

John 5:24 AMP  I assure you, most solemnly I tell you, the person whose ears are open to My words [who listens to My message] and believes and trusts in and clings to and relies on Him Who sent Me has (possesses now) eternal life. And he does not come into judgment [does not incur sentence of judgment, will not come under condemnation], but he has already passed over out of death into life.

How much more freely and confidently we live when led by the Spirit into correction, rather than by the enemy – through our flesh – into condemnation!  I choose God’s freedom from this day forward.  I’m not going with my thoughts into those places any more unless my Daddy takes me there.  How about you?  Freedom in Christ!

…ni siquiera esos que regalan con el mogollón dominical del periódico. Esta es una idea de Kate para DesignSponge.

Un recurso tan sencillo logra que al salir de estos establecimientos tengas algo que comentar, seguro. El primer ejemplo es un resturante en Viena, diseñado por el arquitecto Denis Cosutik. El segundo, es la biblioteca de revistas  We love magazine library de Tokyo (la idea de local es genial!), ideada por el estudio Zillion Ideas.

Serie de dos carteles para la fiesta de clausura de la tetería “Atzar” realizados por el estudio barcelonés Bendita Gloria.

Durante el Design-Miami 2008, ID Magazine, Charles & Marie y Areaware se apropiaron de una gran pop up shop (tienda efímera) para vender objetos de edición limitada. Utilizando el lenguaje de los materiales de embalaje, cinta y cajas de cartón, Rich Brilliant Willing resolvió esta práctica solución para crear un entorno comercial temporal. La tienda se montó en un solo día.

Heathrow Airport london is the busiest international airport in the world. Around 35% of its passengers are transit passengers, i.e. passengers that are just using london to make connections.

Just one reason why there are nearly 40 airport hotels at Heathrow serving the local demand for overnight stopovers.

For many of these hotels the businessman with an expense account is their bread and butter. This article seeks to address the leisure traveller, providing a guide to getting value for money locating a bed at Heathrow.

Well start off by dividing the hotels into three categories.

There are the large 4 and 5 star chain hotels like Hilton, Radisson and Sheraton aimed at the businessmen, typically charging $US200 during the week, half that at weekends.

Then there are the 2 and 3 star hotels, again mostly chains, like Comfort Inn, Ibis and Premier Travel Inn, aimed at the leisure traveller and the businessmen on a budget. These will typically charge just over $US100 during the week, about $US75 at weekends.

Lastly, there are the small independent local hotels, mostly family owned who offer cheap bed and breakfast?style rooms. These have the cheapest accommodation.

Room rates can seem good value, especially at weekends when the businessmen are away and everyone deep discounts to fill beds. However, beware, what the hotel doesnt get in room rates theyll try and get out of you in other ways.

There are no hotels in the central passenger area where Terminals 1, 2 and 3 are located, though there is a hotel linked to Terminal 4 on the south side of the airport ?the expensive Hilton Hotel, not for most leisure travellers.

This means a bus transfer, and unlike most international airports there are no complimentary hotel transfer buses. The airport authority provides Hoppa Buses? mid-size buses that run every 10-20 minutes on fixed routes to Heathrow Hotels. At 3 GBP per person per journey, thats an extra $US20 for a couple staying at a Heathrow Hotel.

Most hotels will charge anything from $US10-$US30 for breakfast, and at most hotels there isnt viable competition outside the front door. Dinner is similarly expensive and entertainment is largely limited to an expensive bar.

So, tips for the leisure traveller trying to economise.

Look for a hotel on the Bath Road, this is the northern perimeter road of Heathrow Airport and the main hotel strip.

Public buses run more frequently than the Hoppa Buses along the Bath Road into Heathrow Terminals, and theyre free. (The fees from the Hoppa Buses are part used to subsidise the free local buses).

The Bath Road is the only location where you can escape your hotel. There is a pub serving meals, 2 McDonalds, a bowling alley, a small supermarket and an Italian Restaurant that can provide breakfasts, snacks and meals on the Bath Road. There are also 24 hour public buses running to local towns Kingston and Hounslow for entertainment.

Taking the above together, the benchmark for the leisure traveller is the Ibis and Premier Travel Inn hotels.

The other local option is to consider local Bed & Breakfast hotels. These do not provide an airport transfer but many are on the periphery of the airport on a bus or underground route. Their room rates are similar to the budget hotels but this includes a hearty breakfast and the transfer is still cheaper than the Hoppa Bus.

One other option is to forget Heathrow altogether and overnight in Central london. The Heathrow Express takes just 15 minutes to Londons Paddington Station and there is lots of cheap accommodation around the station. Youll certainly have a more entertaining evening in London than at an airport hotel, and at a similar overall price.

To find out more detail about the topic of this article:

Heathrow Hotels

Hotels Near Paddington Station London

By Bob Handford, Source:http://ezinearticles.com/?Heathrow-Airport-Hotel-Guide-For-The-Leisure-Traveller&id=95444

The lovely and talented Divini Rae had already come a long way and traveled the world before posing for the centerfold as Playboy’s Miss November, 2003.

Photographed by Arny Freytag

Growing up in a home with no running water or electricity, Divini became an avid reader and graduated early from high school. … A vacation to Sydney, Australia led to modeling and voice-over work. (“Divini Inspiration,” Playboy, November 2003)

TURNOFFS:
Negativity, gossip, jealousy, narcissism & hypocritical puritanism.

ITEMS I CAN’T LIVE WITHOUT:
A bottle of water at all times, a notepad & pen, dental floss, Chapstick, mango butter lotion & antibacterial hand sanitizer.

FIVE PEOPLE I’D LIKE TO INTERVIEW:
Baz Luhrmann, J.D. Salinger, Marlon Brando, Diane Sawyer & Hugh Hefner, again. (data sheet)

These days, you can catch Ms. Rae on her official site or on the myspace. She is still active in modeling and is pursuing acting and writing as well.

Oh, man. I am so glad I saw this cover of Daryl Hannah. It is hella going to be Daryl Hannah day around here soon. I think about her all the time. Fun facts I randomly can access in my memory banks about Daryl Hannah: 1) She slept with a teddy bear and sucked her thumb well past the age of high school. 2) She and JFK, Jr. had an intricate and complicated nearly-lifelong relationship that spanned the gamut from friends to first sexual relationship to occasional engagement to an eventual bond like brother and sister. His death drove her in to private mourning for several years. 3) She’s never been officially diagnosed, but agrees she is probably borderline autistic, most likely being a rare female with Asperger’s (usually it’s the guys who have that). Wow, I am a huge Daryl Hannah fan. Maybe it’s best we live far apart. ‘Scuse me while I freak out over my freakishness … I just made myself uneasy …

Quotes from Godard illustrated by his wife and early muse, my own style inspiration and personal patron saint, the lovely and talented* Anna Karina.

*Not sure if you’d noticed, but I only bill as “lovely and talented” those who take it off. Write that down.

All you need to make a movie is a girl and a gun. (Journal entry, 5/16/91)

“Light me up!” Still of Anna Karina as Natacha van Braun from Alphaville, une étrange aventure de Lemmy Caution / Alphaville (1965)

I don’t think you should feel about a movie. You should feel about a woman. You can’t kiss a movie.

Still with Jean-Paul Belmondo from Une femme est une femme / A Woman is a Woman (1961), previously highlighted with “Look, Ma, no gag reflex!” still here back in September.

“In films, we are trained by the American way of moviemaking to think we must understand and ‘get’ everything right away. But this is not possible. When you eat a potato, you don’t understand each atom of the potato!” (Interview with David Sherritt, The Christian Science Monitor, 8/3/94)

Une femme est une femme / A Woman is a Woman (1961)

Art attracts us only by what it reveals of our most secret self. (Critique called “What Is Cinema?” for Les Amis du Cinéma , 10/1/52, a work which advanced the auteur theory but also kind of ripped off Bazin, which is weird cause Bazin would’ve read it and was a big influence on Godard but this was done contemporaneously of Bazin himself working on something titled this, about this, so maybe the quote is misattributed? … or maybe there is more to it than I know with my tiny ken of French movie guys, maybe it was a done thing to borrow titles from one another, or perhaps it was a continuation of a dialogue they were already having both in person and via publications, or, finally, it could even have been an “understood” question which anyone might use as the title of a book or article … I am probably over-reading it.)

Hands down my favorite picture of Anna Karina

Beauty is composed of an eternal, invariable element whose quantity is extremely difficult to determine, and a relative element which might be, either by turns or all at once, period, fashion, moral, passion. (“Defense and Illustration of Classical Construction,” Cahiers du Cinéma, 9/15/52)

Cover or liner art for her album, a collaboration with the dread Serge G

The truth is that there is no terror untempered by some great moral idea. (“Strangers on a Train,” Cahiers du Cinéma 3/10/52 — Godard wrote extensively and insightfully in his early career about the movies of Hitchcock, one of my favorite and I think misunderstood directors; I’ll try to share some good nuggets from time to time)

Anna cahorts about topless as Anne in 1968’s The Magus, also starring Anthony Quinn (Zorba the Greek), Michael Caine, and Candace Bergen (Murphy Brown) — no one seems to like this movie but me. That’s okay, because I like it a lot.

Photography is truth. The cinema is truth twenty-four times per second. (Le petit soldad / The Little Soldier, 1963.)

With Jean-Paul Belmondo again, this time as Ferdinand and Marianne in the sort of romantic-tragi-comedy-crime-caper Pierrot le fou / Crazy Pete / Pierre Goes Wild (1965).

To be or not to be? That’s not really a question. (unsourced)

Screencap with subtitles from Une femme est une femme / A Woman is a Woman (1961).

Normal: according with, constituting, or not deviating from a norm, rule, or principle: REGULAR

Looking at it that way yes, I’m normal again. The Thanksgiving bliss it over, everyone is happy and today starts a “normal” week.

Looking at it from a different perspective and the answer is no, and a thank god it’s no! I tend to not want to live my life in the arena of “normal.” Normal to me feels like just going along, playing it safe, and keeping it quite.

My normal looks something like this: Asking who are you, instead of what do you do? It is a hug instead of a handshake. It is a smile and great attention to you instead of looking the other way. It is meeting the bell ringer outside the stores with warmth and a thank you even if I don’t have a dime to give. It’s living, loving and learning everyday in a way that others can see and hear. It’s making mistakes out loud. It’s having success out loud. Normal to me is letting my light shine.

 It seems to me a better description of what “normal” should mean.

What do you think?

   Cât de mare a devenit distanţa şi cât de mult s-a piedut pe parcurs dacă lucruri altădată banale, absolut de nebăgat în seamă au ajuns acum dezirabile, privite drept ţel suprem, valoare excepţională şi aşa mai departe – ceea ce mă duce la ideea că toate motivaţiile, tendinţele, în genere orice intenţionalitate e pur conjuncturală şi indusă (sigur, în fundal este şi o perioadă de timp în care acest lucru a devenit cu putinţă, în care s-a efectuat modelarea respectivă) !

   Şi totuşi – ar mai trebui să fie un drum înapoi, către normalitate, către restabilirea paradigmelor, către o banalitate care nu e niciodată mai mult decât atât, către un firesc care nici măcar nu e sesizat ca atare (asta fiind şi caracteristica sa principală) … dar oare există dorinţa sinceră a reîntoarcerii sau totul e doar o vagă nostalgie, un pretext pentru a nu lua nicio atitudine, în cele din urmă pentru a nu acţiona deloc ?

What I think I learned the past year…

• I might feel like I am going to die but I probably will not
• I cannot read my journals
• Relationships are choices
• Sleep is over-rated
• I eventually am going to die
• Touch is suppose to be a choice
• It is ok to let people in
• Google is awesome
• I can be nice to myself
• Getting better does not feel good
• There is reasons for almost everything
• People watching is fun
• Therapy does not just happen with my therapists
• I do not have to be a statistic
• Therapists cannot read minds
• 4 days is the most I can go without sleep
• Staying out of the hospital is not a contest with my family
• Money does not mean anything
• Shoes laces are awesome
• It is ok to have friends
• I can become who ever I want
• I cannot ignore my insiders as it only makes everything worse
• Insurance companies are assholes
• I am human
• I do have people who support me
• I do not have to grow up
• It is ok to be scared
• There is no “normal”
• Not everyone is who I thought they were
• I am allowed to feel
• I am different
• If I sleep for exactly 3 hours I do not dream
• No one can tell me the answers
• I do not have to be perfect
• Everyone’s family is complicated
• Isolating is not fun
• The truth scares people sometimes
• DID is not an excuse for anything
• I do have friends
• Everyone will not hurt me
• Self-harm is a coping mechanism
• I live vicariously through song lyrics
• I cannot change the past
• Chap stick is awesome
• I do not have to remember everything to heal
• I can find ways around everything
• Writing myself notes is helpful
• I like making lists
• Numbers do not matter
• I like organization
• I despise change
• Art is important to everyone inside
• I do not have to believe in god
• The truth hurts
• I am a very tactile person
• One of my insiders is color blind
• I generalize all touch as bad
• Soy milk is dairy free
• I do not have to forgive
• My family dynamic scares me
• I like animals a lot
• I can read this list when I feel bad
• Taking breaks are necessary
• Denial is easier
• Not everyone does what they are supposed to
• It is easier to live one hour at a time
• DID is an adaptation
• My insiders did and still do help me
• I do not have to do everything alone
• If I cannot think of 365 things for this list it is ok

I actually really like Raquel Gibson, Miss November 2005. She seems to be a fun, family-oriented girl, but also a serious multitasker with plans for taking on even more, so it resulted in a surprisingly entertaining Playboy interview.

Photographs by Stephen Wayda and Arny Freytag

Plus she has a stunning pair of eyebrows. Seriously, those things are wicked-great.

Raquel–who already has a culinary school degree [from Chef Jean Pierre Cooking School in Ft. Lauderdale, Florida] and a real estate license–plans to go back to school to become a pediatrician someday, with a practice someplace warm. “I can’t stand the cold,” she says. “I can’t see myself dressed like an Eskimo walking down the streets of New York, and I’d miss going to the beach and playing football.” (“Raquel’s World Party,” Playboy, November 2005.)

Just don’t ask Miss November to go into the water–there are too many sharks. “The news will show a helicopter flying over with 200 sharks in the water and people just swimming and playing around them. I think, Are you guys dumb?”

Yes! Finally! Someone agrees with me. What the hell is the matter with you people who are all in to sharks? I believe I have the most logical phobia on the planet in my fear of sharks. I acknowledge it’s a little nuts to open my eyes in the shower every 30 seconds to check and make sure none have swum up the drain and are preparing to sink their zillion rows of teeth in to my foot, but still!

If you cannot at least muster enough care for your life not to place it in peril by descending in to the depths of the ocean (which is another planet to begin with; you cannot even breathe through your mouth under there and live), then show some fear and respect of God and his creations, both yourself and the shark. Just ugh all around and a heartfelt shudder to boot.

Raquel did not end up pursuing her degree in pediatrics, remaining busy in the spokesmodel and entertainment worlds instead. She often models these days with her older sister C.J. (one of her five siblings, of which she is the baby). They bill themselves as the Gibson Sisters.

CJ Gibson. Yes, I found and used the one picture of her in a Yankees jersey probably in existence. It’s my blog!

If you are interested in some lengthy flash presentations and embedded music that you have to scour the creatively font-faced page to turn off, give Raquel’s official site a spin. She asks that you please not contact her to attempt to book anything pornograhpic or TFP.

Oh my god, how dare you imply she would do pornographic modeling with her sister, what is the matter with you?!

TFP = Trade for Prints, a handy piece of largely-chicanerous-publicity practice in which neither party — photographer nor model — gets any money out of the transaction; it’s purely to boost notoriety for both and is generally a very bum deal for the model, as the photog pads his portfolio and can use the pics forever in gallery shows, etc, while the model just has one more nudie photoshoot out of probably a dozen jammed in her little notebook. It’s a move that a lot of amateurs fall for; glad to see she is too wise to go for it!

Speaking of The Girls Next Door, there they are.

hm, ada satu malam kang hevi protes kalo posting blog gue tentang dirinya tulisannya gk terbaca. Entah untuk apa, posting lama itu dia protes. Dan menyebalkannya dia minta itu dibenerin cepet2, padahal gue ge lagi sibuk yg lain. Sambil chat ama dia, dia malah makin ngoceh minta itu dibenerin dulu.

Ya udah, saking ogahnya saat itu gue kasih ID blog gue plus passwordnya. gini “pantes dari tadi di tebak2 passwordnya gk match”

jiaaaaaah, si kakak berani2nya mau hack blog gue..dia cuma bilang ” bodo ah, atuh da susah dibilanginnya” kira2 gitu.

how dare you kaaaaak, berani punya niat buka blog sendiri (walau akhirnya gue kasih ID gue)

lain waktu kita suka ributin kalo ngomong kata2 bersamaan. belakangan makin sering aja itu ngomong samaan. kalo udah keukeuh si kakak suka nunjukin bukti jamnya siapa duluan. satu waktu ada bukti yg dia lebin cepet beberapa detik. hm..gue ngaku kalah. akhirnya dia bilang, gue teh gk boleh langsung percaya. di dunia maya walau ada data yg di copas bisa jadi hasil manipulasi atau edit dulu (jadi dia ge td licik di edit dulu). beberapa kali itu teh dan gue masih aja gampang ketipu.

semalam dia “nasehatin” katanya hati2 dengan orang asing di dunia maya. jangan terlalu mudah percaya. Jangan terlalu terbuka. Itu jalan untuk mempelajari latar belakang seseorang. ujung2nya akan banyak bahan untuk menebak.. Memang si kakak banya tau tentang gue, tapi masa dia pikir udah bisa nebak password?? jiaaaah Belanda masih jauh kak…

Nah itu dia, katanya gue masih lugu. lain kali harus lebih waspada. dia bilang lugu, Donny Reza malah bilang “yg ngasih password ke orang lain itu boloon” hahahaha..iyah juga. mau diganti lagi aaaaah…soalnya waktu itu ge ada yg rubah di fotonya, gue langsung nuduh ke kang hevi sebagai penyebabnya.

“kaaak, diapain ini blog??”

“eh gk diapa2in suer…”

hahaha..bener2 mulai sekarang akan sedikit kasih daya2 pribadi. pantes si kakak gk mau bilang kapan ulang tahun..jangan2 passwordnya gituan lagi. hahahaha…heup ah. pokoknya kalo dia berani buka2 tanpa izin n ngacak2..gue akan rayu donny reza untuk merusak situs bolanya diganti dengan gambar2 hello kity..

Aew galera!!!
O blog, com muito orgulho, está sendo inaugurado *_*

E estou arrumando uma matéria sobre Pixel-Art (que é minha especialidade) em RPG Maker. Com direito a um Tutorial meu, baseado em um dos meus principais professores, o Deen.

Aguardem, TMOG

It’s already 6:59PM and I’m still in my PJ’s. Haha. I know, maybe your thinking about my smell but don’t worry I don’t smell bad, as far as I know. So here’s what happened today.

It was already pass 9AM when the sun’s rays went through my curtains and woke me up. It was a hot morning, I was sweating  like a pig, I tried reaching for the fan switch to find out its switched on and there’s only three reasons why its not spinning A-its broken, B-its unplug and C-no electric service available. And yes, your right its C, there’s no electric service.

The absence of electricity made my Sunday morning lazy.

After fixing my bed unwrapped because my bed sheet is off (because of how I sleep, I don’t know how), I checked my phone for text messages and find nothing.

As I head to the kitchen, noticed that the house is quiet, not that electricity is out but because my mom and sister is out for church. And so with the table having only one plate in it, I ate my brunch alone again as usual because in our house we don’t wake up anyone just to eat, my dad always says “Just let her sleep, she will eat her food when she’s hungry.” when I eat with them in Breakfast and my sister is still in bed.

After eating I noticed the sink is not de-cluttered and then it came to me that it was Sunday, our house helper is out, and it means I will wash the dishes and tidy-up the kitchen and so I did.

After the kitchen work, I decided to continue the book I’m reading “The Witch of Portobello by Paulo Coelho”, went back to my room pick-up the book and went in our asotea since it was so hot inside the house.

While starting to read, I noticed the weather, it was windy and the air kinda cold, so I went back to my room opened the windows and started reading, then I found myself sleeping.

It was already 15 minutes before 4 in the afternoon when I opened my eyes, and still no sign of electricity so decided to continue my sleep but sadly my body refuses, so I went out to find my dad with his plants, my dad loves planting from vegetables to flowers.

While seating in front of our house, someone came and she is looking for my dad. After directing her where my dad is, I heard them talking about our animals to be exact it was about one of our goats that is missing and turns out someone saw her with our goat so she came to talk with my dad about it ‘cause she heard that my dad want her in prison. I was being bored with the story and her explanation so I decided to look for our emergency lights and candles since there’s still no current. While looking for a candle, I jumped; “Thank you God!” there’s current already, I went straight to switch on the lights and the television.

7:30PM still no sign of my mom and sister, maybe they attended the evening service which means they should be here by now. But there’s no reason to worry, cause they sure can take care of theirselves and they usually late sometimes.

8:04PM, They’ve arrive –my mom and sister. See I told you. So, till next time, im going to take a bath already Bye!

Este es el modelo E-27 Pendant Light de Mattias Stahlbom para Mutto.

En la última London Fashion Week Tracey Neuls abrió una tienda showroom que sólo estuvo abierta tres semanas. La estrategia para que la solución fuera barata e interesante era de cajón…Qué preciosidad.

Hey guys!

I’m back home! Sorry about the super-brief post, just wasn’t feeling the blogness with people around me. Blogging is something I like to do alone, mostly because all my feelings and thoughts come to me more clearly and uncontaminated. I think I like blogging more than I like a diary or even talking to people directly about my problems or anything, for that matter. It’s crazy to me to think that anyone could see what I write, from my mom, or a teacher or someone random who maybe works at a store I like, or someone who see’s me alot, but doesn’t know I write this blog. It’s interesting, i guess. Anyways, here I am, and I’m alone, so I’m gonna blog.

Holidays are really fun for me. Well for a while they weren’t that great, but recently I’ve reunited with a part of my family that I haven’t seen/talked to in 4 years. Idk how or why it happened, but miraculously, we all reunited for my great0uncles 75th birthday and its been great from there! Thanksgiving is an especially good holiday, because everyone is in good spirits, lots of delicious food, its a holiday that is hard to spend without family, and the sales after rock. Another weird thing I noticed about holidays is that there’s alot of booze, therefore alot of truth comes out when you wouldn’t expect it. It all started when my aunt said that she didn’t approve of homosexuality and my mother went in for the rebuttal, note that both of them are drunk. From there it spirals into many a conversations aabout feeling like the odd man out in the family, drugs, alcohol, Christianity. It was an intense night, but I was forced to question the actual meat of the conversation due to both sides drunkenness. Anyways I’d chalk it up to a good holiday. After thanksgiving sales, I have to admit, weren’t too hot this year. Maybe it’s just me?

Has anyone ever been in a situation where you’ve been in one scenario for so long that you actually think it is normal. And then you witness other people’s situation ’s and realize that yours is not at all normal? Well I had that revelation these past few days. Some people realize that maybe the way they dress isn’t normal, or maybe that the relationship their in isn’t healthy. But me, I realized my relationship with my mother isn’t normal. This weekend I noticed that my cousins talk alot to their mother (my aunt) about just things….nothing in particular. But with me, my mom never talks to me expect when its a command or complaint. Also, when we do talk about other things it seems very forced and fake, or like she’s just writing off everything I said. It’s kind of depressing, and ever since she got her Blackberry, she NEVER talks to me inside the house. In the midst, of all this nonchalance about what I have to say, or what I think, she also almost shot me over the mention of me going to college somewhere far away from home. So I don’t know, maybe it’s something I need to work on. And I don’t wan to tell her anything because she’ll get mad, but I realized too she smokes and drinks way more than normal. Hm…

Well on the break up front, I think I’m doing well. I don’t really think about him too much, only when I hear a song about relationships or something like that. I mostly just listen to my music and it helps me get by, also with my family around me it helped me forget alot about the situation and realize all the things I have to be happy about in life, I’m a senior in high school, I have family that loves me, I am healthy, there’s a roof over my head, and most of all, I know God. I also realized that there’s alot of things I have to be sad about, instead of him ; like the fact that my mom is an alcoholic and doesn’t like me very much, or that I’m getting pimples from all the stress from the break-up. I also started talking to one of my male friends, one of few…and I feel better that at least I have a male to vent to to see their perspective. I get sick of females sometimes. I still miss him everyday though…

Anyways tomorrow I have alot of stuff to do, since I’ve been away from home for a week now…well 5 days. So I’ll blog when I have times.

Thanks for reading again

The most recent addition to the family of lovely and talented Miss Novembers is 2009’s Playboy Playmate of the Month, Kelley Brooke Thompson.

Photographed by Arny Freytag

Miss D and I were talking about the television program “The Girls Next Door” a little while back and I commented, “Don’t even talk to me about Holly Madison right now; I am so mad at her. I would’ve credited her with more brains than this. I’m so disappointed in her.”

This was in reference to the I-once-thought-shrewd Ms. Madison having lost her mind, broken up with Hugh Hefner, and moved out of the mansion to be with that filthy hobo illusionist Criss Angel, who has, on top of that, now broken up with her. Both Miss D and I were completely familiar with the details of all this: I don’t have cable but Miss D keeps me up to speed on the choice, juicier details of reality television, and naturally I keep my own eye on goings-on in the Playboy empire. We are not the only ones, it seems! Ms. Thompson credits “The Girls Next Door,” E!’s reality show about the life of the playmates at Hef’s mansion in Holmby Hills, as the inspiration for her decision to become a nude model.

Kelley has wanted to be a Playmate ever since she became a fan of “The Girls Next Door” four years ago. “I immediately fell in love with Hef and the girls on that show, and I was, like, ‘Wow, it would be really awesome to experience something like that. It’d be like a dream.’” (“Lone Star,” Playboy, November 2009)

You keep on chasing the dream, kiddo! I think Ms. Thompson looks pretty sweet and natural. No hate from this corner.

In keeping with the modern age of her appearance in the magazine, you can hit Ms. Thompson up on the myspace (her current mood is “giggly”!) or the twitter any ol’ time, although her myspace profile is set to private, so you will need an account and an accepted friend request from her to view her pictures. Her most recent tweet is: “Don’t twitter and drink lol”. Words to live by.

She also has a personal website and blog.

Kelley has the mixed bag of blessings of being the Playmate of the Month in the issue of Playboy featuring Marge Simpson on its cover. All hail the gimmicks brought about by the impending death of print media! I say it’s a mixed blessing because, while it means this issue is going to sell bunches more copies than normal, Ms. Thompson may find her pictorial and interview overshadowed by the Simpson shenanigans as far as what is being paid attention to within the pages of the issue. Good luck, kiddo! Time will tell!