Jahaha, seit vorgestern hat der Christkindlmarkt (……. ich sag nichts mehr dazu Ò.ó) geöffnet und morgen ist der 1. Advent. Klar, dass ich um die Zeit wieder krank bin, ne? *Tablette lutsch* Mir gehts teilweise gut, teilweise wieder schlechter… Ma schaun wie lang sich das noch hält ~.~

Vorgestern war endlich mal wieder Sushi angesagt <3 Eigentlich wollten wir warten, bis das neue Restaurant aufmacht (da stand Mitte November..) aber irgendwann hats uns dann gereicht und sind zu nem anderen super Sushirestaurant gefahren x) Gestern dann wollten wir eigentlich erst auf den Christkindlmarkt und dann noch weg (jaja blabla das kann man auch bei Michi lesen xD) aber is dann “nur” Christkindlmarkt geworden. Ich hatte sooo einen Hunger und hab nen halben Meter Wurst im Bröt… äh in der Semmel (Applaus für mich bitte) gegessen. Die war guuut! Und danach war ich satt. Für ungefähr 5 Minuten, dann hätt wieder was reingepasst xD. Haben dann noch lecker Apfelglühwein (<3!!!) getrunken und Feuerzangenbowle (mit Feuer drauf QQ)… Apfelglühwein is bessa! Najaa dann sind wir auch schon um 10 ungefähr mitm Bus nach Haus geeiert und das hat dann auch gereicht, da gings mir wieder etwas mieser was das krank sein betrifft…

Aber schlafen wollt ich noch nicht, aaaaaalso haben wir noch ein paar Folgen How i met your Mother geschaut! Die Serie ist so genial, ich könnts immer wiederholen q_q

Sooho. Heut Morgen bin ich mit Michi noch zur Post, da ein grooooßes Paket auf mich dort gewartet hat. Meine Mutter hat wieder ein Nikolauspaket gemacht! Ja, es ist zu früh dran, aber auch nur weil zwei Adventskalender dabei sind. xD “und schön mit Michi teilen!” Es sind gaanz viel Süßigkeiten dabei, ohoho ich glaube in den nächsten Wochen werde ich noch kugelrunder Aber das isses mir Wert, tüdelü….
Und nu sitz ich hier mit meinem Lappi auf der Couch, mit Mucosolvan und nem schön heißem Tee mit Honig Auf dass ich morgen wieder fit bin! (Schließlich müssen wir zum anderen Christkindlmarkt ._.)

Übrigens, wäre Kims Blog nicht, wäre meiner garnicht gut besucht…Danke Kim…xD

Dont judge the book from the cover

Kebayang kan? Pasti di pikiran ente semua awalnya bakal berpikir kyk gini…

Ternyata si Fajar a.k.a iVP suka ma *beep*

Wah,  berarti itu tanda-tanda otak ente harus dicuci tuh. Dari asrama eh asmara. Soalnya rata-rata status Facebook temen gw isinya cinta semua sih. Seperti ini:

Aku mencintainya, tetapi aku tidak tahu apakah dia mencintaiku?

Nah lo? Kecil-kecil udah pacaran *belagak jadi orang dewasa*. Ok, sekarang kita ke topik utama ya. Tadi siang gw ke ITC Mangga 2. Niat pengen beli komputer dengan harga yang sudah dimatangkan. Ternyata… Wow :O. Stok pada kosong euy. Jadi terpaksa harus diganti dgn yg sejenis. Contonya… CD-RW. Eh, ternyata udah dikit pabrik yg produksi itu. Terpaksa gw beli DVD RW. Halnya sama aja sih. Sewaktu gw masih SD, guru TIK gw memakai Disket utk media penyimpanan data.

4 tahun kemudian… gw pengen beli disket. Buat iseng aja sih. Pengen ngasih virus komputer ke temen. Tetapi susah banget ketemunya. Padahal disket udah lumayan sih. Dengan Rp 3500 saja, Anda dapat menyimpan data dengan mudah *baca seperti iklan Shampo*. Kalau pake CD susah banget. Mana harus di burn dulu. Gak semua orang bisa ngeburn CD. Tapi kalau pakai disket, semua bisa *baca jg seperti iklan kopi*.

Ah,,, perkembangan zaman begitu cepat ye :p. Semoga saja si “dia” membaca blog ini” lho? kok jadi ada tema cinta lagi? Ya sudah. Yg berisi tema “percintaan” kita anggap saja sebagai bahan bercanda.

Sekian dari tulisan gak penting ini. Mari kita sambut Week End dengan ceria

There are lots of things right now that are going on in my head. Lot’s of things to think about. Lot’s to worry about. As I listen to Marianelli’s Elegy for Dunkirk the terrible feelings that I have seem to become more aggravated. Everything seems to be in a blur. I wanted to let it all out, for just at least once, cry over things that I have hidden for years but then it seems to me that I still can’t let go of my emotions. I still cannot just let it all go from the inside of me.

If you were just mine…

Those words that suck.

If and only if. I remember my geometry teacher way back then in highschool saying everyday.

If we are together. If you just return my letter. If you could just love me, Then probably I wouldn’t write these all down.

Bitter, they say. You would just have to let go and move on, another thing they would say. Find another one that can love you back. Find someone else and then what happens next? It would just lead me back to where I started.

People fall in love believing that there is a happy ending or a happily ever after. I tried to believe in such things yet as time passes by, I have nearly if not totally lost my faith in it.

If you will just hold my hand once again just like we once did…

How long would I have to lie to myself that there can still be a way for us…

When in fact, we can never be?

…the world changes.  He goes from almost disturbingly sweet and generous to angry, at the end of his rope.  In trying to open up to him, to tell him the truth he’s been begging out of me, I’ve said something that he misunderstood, and he offers no opportunity for explaining myself before he rushes headlong into frustration that snarls and whispers to me in words only I can hear, “I’m trying harder than I should have to and yet I can’t win.  You always blame me, but I’m never at fault.  I’ve tried as hard as you’re worth, and you’re not worth any more.”  After so much tenderness, it’s confusing that his hair-trigger anger offers no generosity, no benefit of the doubt.  Like a burning building, my hopeful mood crashes down around me and debilitating memories tumble into my head of the times he’s lost his temper with me and I realize it may never change.

I remember again what I told him while trying to explain myself before he left.  “If someone hurts you at unpredictable, random moments, it begins, after a long time, to feel as if it is always happening.  Life begins to revolve around trying to anticipate the badness, and, in so doing, leaves you in constant fear.  Fear which, ironically, is worse than the badness itself.”

And yet…

Tomorrow we will try again, and I’ll call it hope.

But I can’t help but notice…

each day

we’re

one step

further apart.

Great! It’s been a while since I made a proper post. There are two reasons for saying that. One is, almost 3 weeks has gone by without anything new here and the last one that was published is basically a FYI post.

Also, one of my friends who do not normally comment on my posts called me up to say he was disappointed by Brand: Gandhi post. His concern was 75% of the post, were comments and quotes from other people/websites and very little own thoughts included. Hmm. Point taken. I tried to convince him saying, my reading time has gone down worryingly and without enough inputs it’s hard to churn out original content. And thanks a lot for the feedback.

Fine then, over the last 1-2 months, I have been interacting with quite a number of people (advertising, marketing professionals primarily) to keep my entrepreneurship spirit alive. I try to get their opinions on few ideas which we are/were planning to implement and to get a better picture about their industry. It does take a lot of time to fix an appointment with one, buddy. But once, you become crazy enough to walk up to a qualified professional and talk about your venture or idea, which he won’t normally expect from a jean, t shirt wearing guy, lot of things change in you. Your confidence shoots up like hell.

Most people ask, “Which company do you represent?” First time, I stuttered a bit, but then, started replying with a, “I represent myself”. Denzel Washington tells this to a drug dealer in American Gangster when he directly goes to a cocaine plantation. I don’t think many people knew that. Haha

To accommodate all these crazy time passing’s, I even had to take PTO’s on Wednesday’s and be at the Secunderabad railway station at noon. No idea what my manager and colleagues thought of these.

Sometimes, I tend to think, am I going the right way? Is this the best possible method to implement a business idea or get more clarity on a new venture, going out and asking your potential clients/customers? No idea.

But one thing I am damn sure is Entrepreneurship is a no-rules game. There is no one way. Different people have found out their own paths out of their character and luck. Some people follow them and it may even be a proven successful model.

Some of my friends are pursuing their Masters in U.S, some here in India, many trying to get into some academic stream to become “someone”. I see my efforts similarly. A stone with my name written on it, thrown into darkness and waiting eagerly for the “ting” sound. (If it hits something)

If it does not work-out, there are easier/proven ways to be “someone”, like cracking CAT. What say?

You know how you floss your teeth, and then the next night, you have to floss them all over again?

Flossing my teeth would be a joy if I didn’t have to use the stupid floss-threader to get between the stupid wires on the back side of my stupid teeth. And the “non-shredding” floss gets caught and shreds every single time.

BUT: I have this amazing toothpaste that tastes like licorice/fennel. As if I needed more incentive to brush my teeth! For twenty minutes at a time! Like, five times a day!

HA HA HA.

poi qualcuno mi spiegherà com’è che funziona la testa di merda degli uomini, prima o poi.
cioè
in generale magari è complicato capirla
ma sul sesso almeno mi pareva fosse piuttosto chiaro
diobono se ti voglio scopare sarà chiaro
invece forse no.

qualche numero di bicchieri
e erbetta felice
e bong non ricordo quando o se, con il rum che manco il capitan jack sparrow
fantastico
e
wow cioè che figata di vita
come
un viaggio che entra nella terra e nello stesso tempo galleggia
una cosa fantastica che però poi tu vorresti andasse avanti solo che poi non funziona sempre troppo bene. so che forse se la gente sapesse leggermi nella testa sarebbe tutto più semplice,, o forse se seguissi il consiglio di antonietta tutto funzionerebbe da dio.
però figata il fatto che davide approvi.

dopo sta festa figa domani passerò settanta ore a pulire, 20 minuti di goduria a farmi la pasta con il resto dello spezzatino (sempre che ne resti, spero che non l’abbiate finito, stronzi, o subirete la mia ira. e poi cercherò da qualche parte una bottiglia di vino non aperto da dare ai vicini. poverini, ad avere della vita vicina si saranno preoccupati. bussavano per farci uscire o per cercare di entrare? non so.

comunque c’è da dire che questo gruppo è qualcosa di fantastico
proprio
cazzo
che fortuna capitarci dentro
incredibile
pbravi tutti

minchia che delirio

Okay, there’s finally a new post!

TODAY: Today’s Black Friday in Houton. Shopping is CRAZY. And now I have to worry about tomorrow. Candice has announced that she’s now coming for the sleepover. This may just complicate things with Angela. Of course, since there’s no Ricci, I don’t think that they’ll argue and catfight. I now need to ask Angela if she found the book I wanted because if she hasn’t, then I can tell Karli and Kitty that they can get that.

TOMORROW: Looks like we’ll have to wait and see.

Friendly, efficient customer service.

It makes my day a million times better and my life a million times easier. Thank you so much, all you people out there who do your jobs with competence and a smile. =]

Oh. Glemte ukens usaklige tirsdag. Hvorfor? How I met your mother. Jeg elsker den serien og har sett altfor mye på det den siste uken. Jeg jobber meg gjennom den fine listen jeg fikk av dere snille lesere.

I dag har jeg funnet ut noen ting jeg tenkte på mens jeg sto å tok oppvasken for første gang på altfor lenge.

1. Ikke vent over en måned med å ta oppvasken. Du risikerer å bli stående å vaske i en time.
2. Ikke la gamle nudler stå på bordet for lenge. Det lukter ikke godt når det blir grønt.
3. Ikke få en lampe i hodet. Det gjør vondt.
4. Ikke vent for lenge med å ta ut søpla. Som sagt så lukter gamle nudler.
5. Ikke vær våken til fire på natten når du skal ta buss klokken tre på ettermiddagen. Du risikerer å sove til 12 minutter over tre. Jeg kom meg ikke til tannlegen og legen.
6. Ikke ligg hjemme syk i en uke og forsov deg til skolen flere dager neste uke. Du går glipp av altfor mye skole. Sosiologi læreren min spurte meg om jeg skulle fortsette i det faget. Mye fravær? Nei, tull og vas. Forundrer meg ikke om gym læreren min har glemt meg.
7. Ikke krangle med kjæresten på msn. Han kan logge av midt i samtalen, logge på igjen, fortsette krangelen og plutselig slutte å svare. Msn krangling er det verste.  Men når problemet er at han aldri er her har jeg ikke noe særlig til valg.

Edru helg! (Det sa jeg forrige helg også. Hvis jeg klarer å gjennomføre det denne gangen blir jeg stolt over meg selv!)

Nachdem ich hier ja schon lobende Worte über Chio Chips verloren habe, hatte ich kurz nach dem positiven Blog-Eintrag eine nette Überraschung in der Post: Eine unaufgefordert zugesandte Tüte Chio Chips Wasabi Style.

Das finde ich grundsätzlich nett und aufmerksam. Ich hätte mir eine Tüte aber auch selbst gekauft, um die grünen Chips einmal auszuprobieren.

Allerdings muss ich diesmal leider sagen: Nee, das war nix. Die Chips sind geschmacklich leider gar nicht mein Ding. OK, ich bin ohnehin nicht der große Wasabi-Freund. Aber die Chips sind definitiv zu viel. Grün-gelblich leuchtet es in der Tüte, wenn auch nicht ganz so grell grün wie auf der Verpackung.

Geschmacklich war die Sache für mich sehr schnell erledigt. Zwei Bissen und ich hatte genug. Schmeckt sehr scharf und aggressiv nach Wasabi. Im Abgang stellt sich dann eher der bekannte Chips-Geschmack ein. Da Chips aber so schön flach auf der Zunge liegen, kann sich die Schärfe leider voll entfalten.

Fazit: Ich hab noch eine nahezu vollständige Tüte an Tapfere zu verschenken. Wer will?

Living With Flowers

Let’s face it, if money was no object everyone would love to have flowers in their house. Having fresh flowers in your life doesn’t have to break the bank and with a little care you can enjoy them for days or even weeks.

Buying Flower Tips:

Look for flowers that look hydrated but are still closed or just beginning to open. This one is a biggie. Flowers that are fresh from the farm as just beginning to open and bloom. Blooms often open in order from top to bottom.

For example: Lilies. They are multiple buds. The ones at the bottom open first and then as they expire out the higher ones open. Buy them with the buds are either closed or just beginning to open and you’ll get two weeks out of your flowers.

Other tips are to look for fresh looking foliage. Stay away from leaves that are yellow or even brown. Remember, there is always going to be a certain amount of imperfections in flowers, they are real and not fake but try to find ones that truly look fresh. Learn to tell the difference between flowers that are fresh that have not bloomed yet and ones that have bloomed and already on their way out.

Tips for making cut flowers last as long as possible:

Fresh water!! I’m shocked how often I see old, bacteria ridden water in peoples homes. Change the water daily, it only takes a minute and really keeps the flowers fresh. Remember, if you would not want to drink that water, neither will your flowers!

Remove foliage below the water line. This causes what you see above. Take a few minutes and strip the leaves off before you put them into water. If you are purchasing your flowers at a florist, most likely this has been done being flower shops generally do a better job of prepping their flowers when they arrive from the farm.

Fresh cuts! When you first get your flowers home, be sure to take a 1/2″ off the bottom, preferably at an angle. Using a good pair of scissors is fine. Don’t get caught up in the cutting underwater and using a knife, the two things that throw consumers off. Studies over the years show that if you use a sharp scissor, cut on a angle and put right into water will draw water just fine! Don’t make it harder then it needs to be.

Sunlight is a no no. Preferrably  try to keep your flowers out of sunlight and away from heat. Many years ago a customer told me her flowers died right away. I later found out that she had them on her radiator because she thought the warm air was good for them. Um…. No!! Our coolers are kept at 37 degrees so anything above that is stressful to them. Why make it worse by putting them in a hot area? Keep them the coolest you can and they thrive longer for you.

Lastly, remember, different flowers have different vase lives. Even how long roses will last vary on color and variety. White and lavender usually don’t last as long as reds, yellows and certain orange roses. If you love iris, that’s great but rememeber they only last 2 or 3 days in a vase, shorter if you are buying them in full bloom. If you are looking for flowers with long vase lives stick to flowers such as alstroemeria (my personal favorite), regular daisy poms (I often bring these home and get two weeks out of them), carnations and mini carnations and even Asiatic lilies that have many blooms will give you color in your home for weeks. Even fresh tulips can give you a full 5 to 7 days if you keep trimming them down and don’t forget to change their water. These are truly great investments for everyday living. Having a dinner party? Splurge on hydrangea, stock, or other more delicate blooms. It’s like a wedding, we get flowers to be at their peek of beauty, we don’t worry as much about if they will look great a week from now. It’s all about the day!!

I hope these tips help you and that you live with flowers in your life. If you haven’t shopped at your local florist recently, try stopping in. If everything looks fresh, reasonably priced and their service is good, perhaps they might be worth the special trip when you need flowers.

Christoph Chorherr’s Wunsch nach einem detaillierten Blogpost kann ich derzeit nicht nachkommen, bedanke mich aber für den Hinweis auf Oscar Bronners Prolog über den Qualitätsjournalismus. Besonders der vorletzte Satz des Standard-Herausgebers sprang mir ins Auge – durch meinen Tunnelblick bedingt – und dem frommen Wunsch schließe ich mich an. Hervorhebungen von mir.

Denn Qualitätsjournalismus wird nicht nur durch die Höhe der eingesetzten Mittel definiert sondern auch durch einige andere nicht ganz unwichtige Ingredienzien wie zum Beispiel Unabhängigkeit, Überparteilichkeit, Wahrhaftigkeit, Lauterkeit, Fairness, Wahrung der Menschenwürde, Kommunikation mit den Lesern, Hörern, Sehern oder Usern auf Augenhöhe und ohne versteckte Agenda.

Wenn wir uns jetzt mit den Nöten des Qualitätsjournalismus in einem immer komplexer werdenden Medienmarkt beschäftigen, sollten wir alle auch überprüfen, inwieweit wir diesen Kriterien des Qualitätsjournalismus gerecht werden, die von keinerlei Krise tangiert sind.”

Nachdem in Aion grad Alchemie angesagt is, sprich meine kleine macht grad alles von allein, mal wieder n kleiner Post hier rein. Es is unglaublich aber ich würd am liebsten jeden Tag was hier reinpacken, es passiert nur zu wenig

Wobei gestern abend schon cool war irgendwie… Wir haben mal eben so ne halbe Staffel How I met your Mother duchgekuckt, so von… 23.00 bis 4 Uhr morgens oder so. Dementsprechend auch später aufgestanden heute *hust*
Eigentlich wollten wir später noch auf den Christkindlmarkt – ich bestehe nach wie vor auf diesem Namen – kucken und danach mit Kumpels n paar Kneipen unsicher machen, aber denen fällt sehr früh noch ein dass sie ja heute auf nen Geburtstag eingeladen sind… egal. Nu wirds nur Christkindlmarkt(!) wird auch super.
Vorrausgesetzt mein Gehalt is endlich da. Langsam kotzt es echt an wenn man nen Monat durcharbeitet, dann noch 3 Wochen warten muss und den Idioten in der Personalabteilung immer noch poersönlich in den Arsch treten muss um endlich seinen Lohn zu bekommen. Ich mein es kann doch nich so schwer sein bzw SO lange dauern in ner Abteilung die Stundenabrechnungen aller Arbeitnehmer da durchzuarbeiten. Ich versteh’s echt nich wie das 3 Wochen aufwärts dauern kann. Abgesehen davon war die Woche aber ganz in Ordnung. Mit 2 Höhepunkten gestern und heute: SUSHI! und Christkindlmarkt *freu* Endlich wieder Glühwein.

Sodele, Frust abgebaut und die Sinnlosigkeit des Internets erweitert, so kann’s weitergehn mit dem bloggen

Buna seara Bloggeri.

E vineri ! astazi!
Ce mai este nou bloggeri?
Pai stai asta e nou!

Dupa o zi de cacat! ce vad la televizor? pe realitatea?
Pai il vad pe basel! omg! no shit!

cum a lovit un pustiulica. si unu imi spune mie cum ca e fals! bha!
asta ne crede prosti? omg orice om mediocru poate sa vada..
basel a lovit pustiul ala!

De ce vorbesc de politica? Nu stiu bloggeri.
poate ca nu am 18 ani si nu conteaza parerea mea.
O dar conteaza bloggeri conteaza! stiti bine!
Filmuletul ala este real! Real ca si gripa porcina! Si lafel de real ca femeia mincinoasa! ouchhhh!

Ce va uitati asa urat? bloggeri? a?
Nu am nimica cu femeile!! )

Hmm sa vedem vineri vineri vineri! O da 30 seconds to mars au lansat in sfarsit videoclipul de la piesa Kings And Queens!
Prea de tot videoclipul asta :X:X

Stati bloggeri! nu vi se pare ciudat? ca am combinat politica cu viata mea de zi cu zi de adolescent? a? a?
Cred ca nu.

Una peste alta Check it out —->

Radu is (offline)
A si eu sustin campania de bun simt! Later bloggeri!

I love it when the things I write produce an emotional response. For a writer, it’s the biggest buzz in the world when someone comes to you and says, “That short story/chapter/poem made me so sad/happy/hungry*.”

I always strive to create something that is going to play on the reader’s conscience, to make them contemplate whether the actions within the story are right or wrong. Or better yet, I love making people side with the bad guy and question what sort of a person that makes them.

Despite all my good intentions though, anger seems to be the easiest emotion to evoke in others.

Don’t get me wrong, I do get a cheap thrill out of that but it’s just so easy on the internet. A little too easy, perhaps. One of my posts, ‘Consider a Modern Wife’, has an entire page dedicated to how it – and I by proxy – is wrong, despite the fact that said post only had 32 readers at its initial upload.  I was also spammed with messages from people I know on facebook following my piece concerning that most disgusting of language errors – ‘might of’. Apparently, I’m ignorant as to the history of my country and as a language student ’should know better’.

I could take the time to explain that I spent four years of my life not only learning Danish, but also reading about the common Germanic stem that it shares with English. Or I could boast about the fact that my current favourite book is Bill Bryson’s Mother Tongue and that I spend my free time compiling a list of Doric words that come from Nordic stems. I could write lengthy paragraphs about how invasions from the Vikings and the French have perverted the original form of the language that was used when Beowulf was first scribbled down by monks, or about how the unique ‘ing’ verb form makes English a wonderfully easy language to learn the basics of for foreign speakers**.

But honestly, who gives a toss?

This is the internet: it is estimated that there are over 60 million ‘blogs worldwide and of those, only a handful achieve a readership of over 1000 per day. I write on here because I feel that doing so empties my head of clutter and helps me to be a better writer. I also like to think that my ‘blog is a good showcase for the selection of writing styles I can offer to any potential clients. I don’t for one minute believe that my work could ever be widely read in the way that Diary of a London Call Girl was.

With the exception of family and friends -  who know me well enough to understand that I’m just a crotchety old woman – nobody cares about what I have to say. I’m just another one of the faceless people who sit tapping away at their laptop keyboard instead of getting on with their work. My opinions, therefore, do not matter to anyone other than myself. Just like the opinions of those who think I’m wrong don’t matter to me – the age-old internet stalemate. Because neither party involved in an argument over opinions has to face the other, and because people online are inherantly rude to each other, we end up with arguments like this:

Me: Blah blah blah – hate world – blah blah – romantic notions about how things should be – blah.
Someone else: U hv penis.
Me: Eh? What has that got to do with anything?
Someone else: U jst scared coz u wrong.
Me: Wrong in which way? I like discussions – let’s talk and share our thoughts.
Someone else: U 2 scared to talk bk. ha ha ha ha… penis.
Me: You’re a spoon.

The other problem with the internet is that sites like twitter, facebook, myspace, friendface etc. make us believe that what we say has an impact on those around us. We use the web as a way to express ourselves and without the social boundaries enforced by real life, we’re not afraid to express ourselves in overly critical, arrogant ways. We presume that because we can broadcast information about our goings on and opinions at all hours of the day, that we should. This is not the case. My rule of internet etiquette is as follows: if you wouldn’t say face-to-face what you’ve just typed, hit the backspace key instead of enter***. Afterall, you don’t want to hear about my various bodily functions so what makes you think I want to read about yours?

I think this is what I was trying to say in my entry about lamebook – we’ve all become self-obsessed and presume that the rest of the world cares about what we think and about every intimate detail of our lives. Nobody does, and so after the initial thrill of causing an angry reaction in my online reader for whatever reason, I feel slightly hollow – as if the emotion’s I’ve managed to trigger aren’t real. With so many people out there looking for yet another way to tell the world about themselves, it’s just too easy to have someone disagree.

______

*Hungry is an emotion. I spend 95% of my life ‘hungry’. The other 5% I spend sleeping.

**Interestingly, all objections to my statement that English is an easy language to learn came from native speakers, rather than from those who use it as a second language.

***If you’re drunk, slightly different rules apply,  akin to those necessary where mobile phones are concerned. On becoming inebriated to the point where you think the following messages to your friends are a good idea, all communication devices must be handed to the designated driver or, if at home,  hidden in either the sewing machine case or the vegetable drawer.

Examples of messages to friends that are a terrible idea are:
a. You’re sexy
b. I’m sexy
c. The ex you still have feelings for is sexy and I just saw them naked
d. Did your car have a bonnet when you loaned it to me?

Taken nearly whole-sale from my comments here.

Another reader, Kcom, drew attention to the other Big Story of this week– the AGW fraud coming out.

Oddly enough, (8^D) I had previously wondered at the difference in my response to the two stories– after all, they were both “scientists say something that pisses some people off, and may demand changes being morally needed.”  Was the difference because I wanted to believe one and not the other?  Clearly, the demands of the climate guys would touch my life more than “people diagnosed as ‘human vegetables’ aren’t always.”

I think it’s instructive to notice the difference between the two cases; the AGW fraud folks make their entire living off of showing that humans are killing us all, and they stand to gain power from their findings being put forth, do not act as though their claims are true (Stop using so much fossil fuels or the world will end! But I’m flying to the AGW conference. In a private jet.) and they release conclusions very quickly to the popular media while trying to control the scientific media to prevent any disagreement.

The folks involved with Rom’s case make their living otherwise (although it does seem to be Dr. Laureys’ pet theory that those diagnosed with PVS often aren’t), stand to gain mostly personal attacks because their theories make “useless eaters” that can be easily dehumanized much harder to dehumanize, act as though they believe their results (My scans show brain activity in the normal range! Get this man to therapy!) and the story didn’t show up in the popular media for three years– after putting out a paper on the topic.

This new article (evil AP!  Warning!) makes me more confident in Dr. Laureys’ group, since 1) he’s acting like the guy is a patient instead of a project ( “How would you like me discussing your IQ on the Internet?”) and because their response to attacks on the facilitated communication is to point out that they’re working on a study to validate it (this could be bad, unless they’ve already got all the information and are just writing it up, but I’m willing to offer the benefit of the doubt since they’ve shown a willingness to test themselves before) and are aware it’s controversial.

Oh, and this line is epic:
He refused to discuss it in the media, saying he will follow the classical route of scientific peer reviews and publication in specialized journals before making it public to the world at large.

Of course, there’s the other point that I’m biased away from making dire changes in any situation– not sure the guy is dead?  Not “as good as dead,” or “has a life not worth living,” or “is way more useful if we kill him to save twenty other people who will be able to pay us.” Assume they are alive and treat them morally. Don’t kill them for ease, emotion or spare parts.

Not sure that there’s even long-term warming going on, let alone exactly what is causing it? Then don’t force huge, expensive, totalitarian changes that will only work if one of many theories is right, and at best will just slow down disaster while removing our ability to adapt.

Presumption in favor of life and basic rights, basically. Probably related to my not trusting folks with more power than utterly needful.  Which would be why I like republic-flavored gov’ts over democracies…. (Two wolves and  a sheep, y’know?)

(another reader did some similar musing here)

Okay, it’s been a long time since I’ve blogged about anything. But recently, I’ve been really hooked on real life fangirling . There was Korean Night in University of the Philippines’ International Center where the Korean students shared their culture – both traditional and popular – to everyone who attended. I sort of had front row seats and was really happy and kyaa~ing most of the time! :0

And at that night, I realized how genuine my love of Korea was already. It wasn’t just pop culture anymore.  Also, it was the same night for the release of results of people who could watch the Philippine-Korean Friendship Cultural Show. My friend was lucky enough to get the ticket — and I was not. I cried that night.

But everything turned out so so okay today. Because I forced myself to still be there, even if it meant to cut all my classes that day. Fangirls and fanboys were super crazy and rabid that I hate them for ruining our chances to get in, though. Also, I hate the people who cut lines. B*TC**S!!! X_X But Shinee were really great performers! Bravo! Thank you SM for the great training…but come on, Shinee should switch management soon! HAHAHA >:)

The important part is that I got to see them and breathe the same air with them. They were literally shining and perfect! *squee* I thought that it was all make-up and camera effects when you see them on TV. But it was not!! They were, i reiterate, literally shining and perfect! They were glowing and I don’t think this is from a biased fangirl’s point of view — I think, it’s because of the kimchi! ^^,

And Minho!!! Oh I don’t want to get started on this, but I will. He was one of the two people who I thought were least handsome in the group (not that they weren’t handsome to begin with). But when I saw him in person! OHMYGOSH!!! He was sooo tall and handsome. Oh yes, I sound like a fangirl. But it’s true. He’s soo different from what I see in pictures and videos. I now believe people who say that he is really handsome. He is now at a tie with Onew in my heart! )

Anwyays, I love love Onew. Because he always have that smile on his face! Such a good leader! After their performance, the fans waited for them to exit backstage and ride their bus. Of course they’re used to this treatment and were not overwhelmed anymore. But Onew! Onew had that smile on his face. A smile that made me happy because it somehow felt that he appreciated the fans efforts to greet them. Meanwhile, Meanho Minho just sat and instantly tuned in on his ipod. haha And Key sat there perfectly..I can’t read the expression on his face at that time. Or was it because I was too happy with Onew’s smile. But I did not see Jonghyun as he was boarding the bus. He did not sit with the other three guys.

Finally, I MISS TAEMIN!! I hope he gets well soon!

But for the record, I wasn’t only fangirling for SHINee, but also for Mighty Mouth!!! Sang Choo and SHORRY J are really amazing! And they greeted us farewell as they entered the airport. Oh the fanservice~! I was overwhelmed with warm, fuzzy happiness!!! Because of this, Luke, Aura, Athena, Elia and I decided to establish a fansclub for them. We shall call ourselves eminems? wahoo! I hope we could push this through!!!

I’m really happy~ ecstatic even~ I JUST LOVE HAVING MY FANDOM!

coffee beans and skittles,

trisyaturga

Where I live in the Bay Area we plant trees and gardens, roses and vines, but it’s all in denial over the fact that our landscape is more desert than anything else – green in the spring and yellow brown the rest of the year.  However, drive a few hours north, past the Golden Gate Bridge and the beautiful Marin Headlands, past the vineyards that used to be apple orchards (who earn forgiveness for destroying acres of fruit trees by turning brilliant fiery hues in the fall) and you’ll stumble upon western Sonoma County.  Here you’ll see green that stays green, even into the summer, and little creeks and springs that dot the landscape that’s been left mostly wild.  The picturesque old farmhouses and Victorians are gorgeous, but it’s the greenery that takes my breath away.  Everywhere you look, the world is wet and alive.

Thanksgiving was not an event I was anticipating with any joy this year.  My life has fallen apart and my family half-knows, half-doesn’t, so relatives spent the day avoiding my gaze or looking at me like I was that sick horse who was due to be shot, but no one could bring themselves to tell me.  However, after dinner (served at 2 as was my grandmother’s family’s tradition) we always go on a long walk down a country lane.  It’s the same walk we’ve taken for years, but it still always thrills me.  Now that my kids are old enough to run ahead and tend to themselves, I get moments here and there to indulge my bliss:  taking pictures.  For those sweet, fleeting moments I am happier than I know how to express, my mind sparkling with color and line, composition and depth.  In those moments, I don’t need a fancy camera (mine’s a point-and-shoot, no SLR, no fancy lenses – just me and a shutter) and I don’t need an audience…I reach that perfect state of being/not-being at one with the world around me.

I took over 300 photos yesterday, mostly of cousins and children who are growing too fast, so I try to catch little pieces to save and keep dear.   However, I’d like to share a few I took of the wild – the wet, green world outside, a world of farms and streams and secret gates that I’ve always longed for.  Perhaps one or two will inspire you, remind you of a place far away from door-buster sales and the voracious need to spend and acquire and own and consume.  This is a place to just be, and in being, be simply perfect as you are:

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Die Überschrift ist ein wortwörtliches Zitat von dem Klassenkameraden (wer findet den fehler ).
Es war seine Antwort auf die Frage in der letzten English ex (die wir heut rausgekriegt haben):

“Which information does your textbook suply on imigration laws?”

und der komentar der Lehrerin: “nonsense”

und er hat sich auch am anfang noch gewundert warum!

(und btw des versprochene Viren Epos folgt morgen)

2. Toppic des Tages morgen is im Gameworkshop wieder n großes event:

-Man kann in der Bitzbox wühln

-Es gibt ein Gewinnspiel (mal sehn ob wie letztes jahr man nur die werbe banner aus dems chaufenster bekommt oder (wie ichs mir hab sagen lassen wies in den jahren davor war) ganze Armeeboxen (oder zumindest n paar Blister)

-Spieln

-uuund Versteigerung der nicht mehr im Sortiment enthaltenen Figuren
dabei hab ich letztes jahr 3 Zinn Ritter von Minas Tirith für je nur 1€ euro bekommen (und ich muste noch nich mal anrufen (omfg war der schlecht und omfg is die werbung scho lang her xD).

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WTF?! Es is noch nich ma Dezember!!