I am wishing of coming to your great street in the wall to work in bank for investments. My experieence is nice. My uncle had freind who held golfing sticks for Jimmey the Cayne in rounds when bank was dying. My father knows Sir Eliot Spitzer's girl nice well. Very, very preety, but worth nothing to lose big top job for. Big shame that. At school my teecher always siad that I know price of everytinge and value of nothinge, just like your traders of the subprime.

I never lie. I forget easy and in my country that is not for good. If they catch you in lie in Takijistan, they do terrable things too you with electric sticke. I had problam with the walkings for a little time, but I recover good now well. Not all do well after electric sticke, especial if many stickeings take.

I am wanting to be trader. In markeet, I always get good price. I never misprice, as I don't know how to do math - see, I have much in commun with your risky peeple. If trader jobs are finished, I could do risky as good.

My friende says you have lost plenty money by your tradings. I am sorrey for that. Perhaps I come and trade nothing - then you lose no money. Already I have good ideas to run your bank. Tell traders to stop losings. I can bring electric sticke.

I here about your bare stearn. Good that your government covers it with much guarantee. In my countrie, the poorings people pay all the bills for the rich too, so your grate countrie is the same. It is good to be at top in your bank. I want to be near top. To take much money when there is none for the rest is my dream. God bless yourr aMERICA.

Your sytem is also good - the politic. A black and woman for top job is nicely. In Takijistan we love Oprah Winfrey to. Sometimes the fat girl, sometimes the thin is very good. You are true free peeple. Even I here your bankers are in streete with sign looking for good jobs. In your aMERICA they don't knock on door in night if you beg on streete, and you are not taken away off to see family again never. americans just laugh ha-ha and call loser for poor the peeple with no jobs. I want to be loser in aMERICA some day. But now just I want job. If your jobs are finished, do you know place for job signs pleese ? I like ha-ha too.

I hope your bank is prosper and you have good job for me. My father says he knows you will give me good proper job. He says to tell you he now owns 15% of your stocke equity and will buy much more when you make more big losings soon. He has many electric sticke now and most money in all Takijistan .

I will be arrivings next weak. If no job, please send money immediately. Do not defer if I am not to make it in staff (like bonus, which now comes never). If cash is short just sell more housings of your trailer trash poorings people and send mee quick fast.

I am your servant, and my father is your boss top soon now.

Thanks to you for understandings.
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God save the Bank where he is hired, especially in today's times of Inflation and Job Cuts everywhere.

A brief round up of today's lessons.

Math - Went through Hong nan's revision thingy, supposedly to clear our doubts for the upcoming Math test, WHICH THANKFULLY ISN'T BEING RESCHEDULED TO 18th JULY! I wanna enjoy my IMCB, no test ty.

iHE - More sarcasm, and we watched the wave crashing into Manhattan (Day After Tomorrow)

Chinese - Uhh.... A lesson on how to write Chinese speeches for our zuowen. Wow. Somehow it kept deviating away from the topic. Yang lao shi is like uber pro at telling stories. In fact, the most interesting things about her lesson are the random stories that she tell.

Physics - Got back the test. Did badly ): - B4. My god. Damn suck. How come my worst subject never improves de. Aiya, can only blame myself. Dint study enough for Physics =X in the hols. Freak Freak Freak. Next test, better be an A1. First time in my upper sec years, get A1 for physics man. Don't wanna stop at A2.

Chem - LOL organic chem, started talking bout fuels and stuff. Very interesting lesson as usual.

iHC - zzz UN. So many times I wanna voice out my opinions, then I tell myself, aiya suan le. Until she calls me then reply. For now, just pretend I'm deep in thought. That's why OP always ze high.

Bio - HAHAHAHAHAHAHA ANOTHER SLACK SLACK SLACK LESSON X10000
"Let's watch another video!"
"I show you all something gross"
"It might be disturbing."

But most interesting part bout Bio was the part on homosexuality and whether we would accept it in the near future. To the extent of even legalising it.

"Who's in favour of legalising homosexuality in Singapore, raise your hand!" - Koh Oon.

I rose my hand. Then these 2 twitty birds in front of me, deliberately siam siam siam, trying desperately to get away from me. LOL. Im sad. (:

I think homosexuality should be legalised. As to whether this would promote homosexuality, I don't know. But most probably it will. Then there's this argument about homosexuality being genetic instead of hormonal / influenced by environmental or lifestyle changes, I guess since I aint one, I can't say for sure.

But I believe the individual can change himself, despite all the various studies who are (for some reason) desperately trying to prove that homosexuality is genetic. And therefore, don't ostracise them.

I'm not saying I do lar. From my POV, homosexuality is a choice for individuals. Just like how some people from the older generation can't accept their children speaking up to them (since they think that's rude), we as people of the future, might not be able to accept homosexuals.

Well, it's all part of CHANGE. Mindsets change. Values change. Society changes. Maybe one day there will be more homosexuals than normal people. AH SEE. Maybe even the definition of "normal" will change sometime in the future.

I support legalising it because firstly, it doesn't affect me. If they wanna be gay let them be happy lor.

And next, supporting the policy doesn't mean you need to exploit it what. I don't have to accept the policy just so I can be LEGALLY gay. In the end, it's all up to you.

As for whether I accept it entirely. Honestly, I can't. I can't stand them. But it's their choice, give them the freedom, we better accept the change in society and people's values. One day, it might even be a trend to be gay. Don't say NO too fast.

Accept change, don't be gay yourself, and I think that's fine (:

English - Aiya this is the worst de. She came 10 minutes late so we went to play Sepak Tekraw at the back of the classroom. And her lesson's like uber slack x10000 also.

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I dint mention Recess and Lunch because I was playing Sepak Tekraw like all the way. After school also play, play during breaks. Haiyo. Addicted?

It's just damn fun can. Hong nan, Shawn Teo, Bo Yan, Baifeng, all joined in okay. First time seeing that, but they played damn well also. Proves that Sepak Tekraw can be played by anybody of any level of skill.

Super fun. We played volleyball with it as well (:

Damage report: The ball got crushed a few times today, hit the fan blades and kena slashed, got kicked at least over 200 times and smashed into Bo Yan about 5-7 times as well. :D

BUT ITS STILL IN NEAR PERFECT CONDITION OMG.

12x the price of the regular Chapteh, 12x the endurance sia.

After school at around 4pm today, we started playing soccer with the Sepak Tekraw. Final score at end game was 6:6. So we moved on into penalties. Kampong soccer is like pure luck and near zero skill. Everybody's just kicking randomly. LOL and the ball rolls into the goal unexpectedly as well. Like through everyone's legs.

Penalty. Russell keeper, Jia jie opponent's keeper lol. (Keepers highlighted in colour)

Russell v.s. Jiajie - Jiajie misses 0:0
Jiajie v.s. Russell - Russell misses 0:0
Russell v.s. Baifeng - Baifeng misses 0:0
Jiajie v.s. Nelson - Nelson misses 0:0
Russell v.s. Ryan - Ryan misses 0:0
Jiajie v.s. Dahwei - Dahwei misses 0:0
Russell v.s. Hong Guang - Hong Guang misses 0:0
Jiajie v.s. Sai Meng - Sai Meng scores 1:0

YAY.

In the end, final penalty score was... 1:0 BECAUSE THE GOAL'S SO FREAKIN TINY NOBODY CAN SCORE.

Sai meng scored for my team, and we won. LOL. Went home after that.

Dahwei

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I remember seeing her in the pet shop. She was the only brown bunny there - she was also the smallest and cutest. I remember quickly calling over an employee to make sure the small child also looking at the bunnies didn't get any ideas. The cutest bunny was mine.

I remember her warm weight on my lap while we drove home. She was inside a small cardboard box. She sat perfectly still. She was probably petrified, wondering if I was going to devour her.

I remember when I first placed her in her cage. She didn't want to come out of her cardboard box, but I tilted it slightly, so she did. I remember being very eager to pet her, and she was still afraid of being eaten.

I remember the first time I saw her drinking water. She was adorable.

I remember waking up early the next day, just to come down to the garage to watch her. My dad came down soon after to make sure I wasn't a burglar. 

I remember trying to feed her carrots, but she was only two months old. She only ate hay and rabbit pellets.

I remember printing out a feeding chart for her. I would highlight vegetables and fruits I had already introduced to her. I printed out a chart of poisonous food, as well. Onions were on that list, as well as apple stems.

I remember discovering that she was a girl. I was petting her and rubbing her tummy and realized that she had six nipples. 

I remember deciding that her middle name would be Caramel. I remember deciding her birthday would be June 15, 2005, which was exactly 2 months before the day we brought her home.

I remember sitting with her in the big cardboard box. I remember the first time she tried to jump over the side. She didn't make it, and for a few minutes she stood still. I imagine that she was thinking about failing. The second time, she made it over cleanly.

I remember her playing in the big cardboard box while I plucked grass from the lawn to give to her. She'd run towards me whenever I came over because she learned to expect the grass from me.

I remember the first time I realized that she recognized my voice. I used to sing silly songs to her, usually incorporating her name into the lyrics. "And now my Toffee doesn't dance, she just pulls up her pants and does the rockaway. Now hop back, hop back, come on, hop back." I would sing that to her everyday. One day I opened the door leading into the garage and saw her on the stairs. (She wasn't allowed in the house, but I secretly wanted her to come in.) When I opened the door, she started to run back down the stairs, but I sang the song to her. She paused and ran back up the stairs, past me, into the laundry room. And I let her.

I remember being told to pick her up when she was small. I didn't want to pick her up, because whenever I tried, she'd fight me. Soon, she got too big and I couldn't pick her up because she was actually quite strong, and I was unwilling to use force to make her do what I wanted.

I remember the first time she got hurt. I came into the garage, and she was already in her cage. She was nursing her left paw, and I saw that she broke her nail. There was blood. I cried. I took her to the vet and hovered over her like a mother hen.

I remember the first time she had stomach problems. She wouldn't come out of her cage. Her head was a little crooked and she'd narrow her eyes into slits. I cried. But it passed, and she was fine.

I remember the first time I let her out into the yard. We don't have a fence. I anxiously followed her, and she desperately tried to evade me. She would run to the neighbor's yard, but I would bring her back.

I remember when I went and bought a leash for her. It took me forever to get it on her. When I took her outside, she had it off within minutes. I decided she wasn't meant to be tied down and let her run around where she wanted (while I followed her a few steps behind).

I remember the first time I acknowledged her cleverness. It was the first time I realized that she would wait for me to not pay attention, and then she would run the other way to the neighbor's yard. One time, she ran under the car (because I always make sure she isn't trying to climb up the wheel.) After I got down my knees, I still couldn't see her. She had run out the other side and was halfway towards the neighbor's yard. I refuse to believe that I am projecting human behavior onto an animal because she has outsmarted me like this in many different ways.

I remember truly seeing her speed. There was a thunderstorm. She was in the middle of the yard, and with two hops (covering six feet with one hop), she was in the garage.

I remember her being the biggest chicken ever. She was afraid of every car passing by, of every bird flying over head. But, she toughened up in the end.

I remember the first time she was lost. My family and I searched and searched and I cried and cried. She was under the back stairs the entire time.

I remember comforting her when she was scared. Her ears would flatten out and I would cover them so she couldn't hear anything. I'd cover her eyes, which would calm her.

I remember feeling her heartbeat. I would sit with her on a towel and pet her between her ears and behind her neck and down her back. I'd put my hand in between her two front paws and gently lift her a little. Her tiny heart pounded so fast, all the time.

I remember feeling her ears to determine whether she was warm or cold or excited. 

I remember when I would make her go into her cage, and she would get mad and lie down and sulk. I would feed her treats to make it up to her.

I remember planning her wedding.

I remember telling my aunts how she was just like me, a big chicken who was fussy with her food.

why are friendships so short?
i miss old friends
i can't find the memories
i feel like i put them
in a random mail box as a prank
but forgot the house number.

Anyway, the following fourteen questions about movies must be answered with only one per category.  

1. One movie that made you laugh...
Little Miss Sunshine

Okay I laughed until it hurt many times throughout this movie.  But when Abigail Bresnan, looking straight out of an Amish spelling bee, broke out into that dirty dance at the end, I was pretty sure I was going to have a stroke from uncontrollable hysterics.

2. One movie that made you cry
The Pursuit of Happyness

Not many things make me happier than seeing the Charlie Browns of the world win it all.  And that is exactly what happened to this guy.  To make tissues even more drenched, it's based on a true story.  I lost it at the end, when Mr. Good Guy Will Smith got the job over all the silver-spooners.  It probably didn't help that I was watching this during a major bout of PMS, but holy crap, I can never watch this movie again because of the emotional toll it took. 

3. One movie you loved when you were a child
Flight of the Navigator 

Being somewhat obsessed with the idea of time travel, this movie appealed to me on many levels.  And did you know that it was one of the first movies that Sarah Jessica Parker was in?  That's right.  I loved this movie and I must never, ever go back and watch it as an adult, because I am sure that the awesome special effects I remember will, today, appear to be done with Claymation and strings. 

4. One movie you’ve seen more than once
Field of Dreams

I will watch Field of Dreams on DVD, on TBS, or AMC, or wherever it happens to pop up.  I don't care if it's halfway over, I will watch it anyway.  I still get chills every time the Doc shows up on the road as the Rookie.  I love this movie, it is perfect in every movie way.  Even though Kevin Costner is in it.

5. One movie you loved, but were embarrassed to admit it
The Karate Kid.

I wasn't so embarrassed to admit it back then, because everyone thought it was cool.  I'm more embarrassed to admit it now.  However I have a soft spot for the Karate Kid.  We all know that if Daniel-san tried walking down a back alley, ran into some unsavory types, and tried using "The Crane," he would totally get his ass kicked.  Or stabbed, or shot.  But again, I am a sucker for the underdog.  Plus, I really, really love old people.  And no one was older than Pat Morita.  I'm pretty sure most of my childhood was spent wishing 1) for my own personal Mr. Miyagi to show up and teach me the ways I could wax away the bad seeds in my elementary school and 2) to be a boy, because only boys ever got to be in movies like the Karate Kid.  Oh wait, didn't they make a three-quel with a chick?  And didn't it really suck? 

6. One movie you hated
Ravenous

Some friends had a movie night a while back, and this was about all that Blockbuster had.  Now I'm not sure what was worse about this movie...hungry cannibal albinos, the soundtrack, or the gory squishing sounds of eating people.  With absolutely no redeeming qualities, this movie gets three thumbs down.  I'm going to have to borrow one of yours.

7. One movie that scared you
Signs

Lots of people didn't think this was scary, but I saw it opening night in a packed theater in Madison, WI (think cornfields!)  This movie gets the top scary spot because a week after I saw it, I was more freaked out about it than I was ten minutes after the first green alien stepped out from behind that building during the show.  Movies that disturb you long after they are over are the scariest of all.

8. One movie that bored you
There Will Be Blood

Good acting, blah blah, oil, blah, blah, Daniel Day Lewis, blah blah blah, struggles, the humanity, blah blah. 

9. One movie that made you happy
Love Actually.

I know all women are supposed to like "Rom-Coms" but I am very picky when it comes to this genre.  Plot and story is everything.  This movie ROCKED because it gave me a little hope for the future.  Not hope in the love department, but hope that "People Don't Suck, Not Really, and Especially Not Around Christmastime."  Though I do remove myself from the stereotype of: All Women Love Romantic Comedies, I do have to admit that I am in the stereotype of: All Women Love Colin Firth.

10. One movie that made you miserable
A History of Violence.

All I could think during this movie was "Is it over yet?  Will anyone notice if I leave the room?  How can I get these two hours back?"

11. One movie you weren’t brave enough to see
The Ring.

I can't do scary movies because they stay in my OCD brain forever.  I have seen some though, but The Ring scared the pants off everyone I know so there was no way I was going to see it.  Ever.  And I don't care if "it was really good" you will never, ever, ever, convince me to watch this.  I don't even like to look at the DVD cover.  Eff you, Ring.  Whatever you are.

12. One movie character you have fallen in love with
Ben Wade, 3:10 to Yuma

Okay.  I love pioneer/Western era everything.  I love bad boys.  I love senses of humor.  Ben Wade covers these areas, plus he's a crackshot, and he had a soft spot for his new one-legged friend, because when his posse killed 'im, Ben turned around and shot every single dude in his own gang.  Ah, loyal to his friends, too.  What's not to like?

13. The last movie you saw
Wanted

We got a rare Date Night last weekend, and this is all that looked good in the theater.  It was good.  Remember it's based on a comic book so you do have to suspend reality to enjoy it.  I thought the concept was great and the movie was very clever, though a bit gory for my tastes.  That said, I enjoyed it a lot.

14. The next movie you hope to see
I pass.  I have no idea what is coming out.  I'm sure that I will be happy to see ANY movie, because it means that someone is babysitting. 

Thanks for reading.  Feel free to copy, and be sure to let me know, so I can read what movies you have in your head!

After the fight, series of news about Pacman were raining around. One of which was the fact that Diaz would allegedly bet on Pacman on his future games. This may seem ironic because before the fight, Diaz said tha the came to defeat Pacman because he defeated his fellow Mexican boxers, he was their to avenge them. Romanticized isn't it?

Here are some informations about boxing. It's such a good sign that Manny Pacquiao is on the really safe to being the World's best.

The following boxers have earned the emeritus championship appellation throughout their careers: Lennox Lewis, Vitali Klitschko, Bernard Hopkins, Floyd Mayweather Jr, Kostya Tszyu, Manny Pacquiao, and Erik Morales.

Lightweight (135 lb, 61.2 kg)

WBA	WBC	IBF	WBO	The Ring
Nate Campbell[15] 32-5-1 (25 KO) March 8, 2008	Manny Pacquiao 47-3-2 (36 KO) June 28, 2008	Nate Campbell 32-5-1 (25 KO) March 8, 2008	Nate Campbell 32-5-1 (25 KO) March 8, 2008	Joel Casamayor 36-3-1 (22 KO) October 7, 2006
Yusuke Kobori 23-2-1 (12 KO) May 19, 2008			Joel Casamayor[18] 36-3-1 (22 KO) March 22, 2008

Super featherweight (130 lb, 59 kg)

WBA	WBC	IBF	WBO	The Ring
Edwin Valero 24-0 (24 KO) August 5, 2006	Manny Pacquiao 47-3-2 (36 KO) March 15, 2008	Cassius Baloyi 35-3-1 (18 KO) April 12, 2008	Alex Arthur 26-1 (19 KO) May 15, 2008	Manny Pacquiao 47-3-2 (36 KO) March 15, 2008

.SALE.SALE.SALE. 

But I love being a girl. now i'm on my way of becoming a woman.. 

THE BEST '25' THINGS ABOUT BEING A GIRL

1. We can wear guys clothes. If they wear ours, they get funny looks.
2. Our friends dont say hello to us by punching us on the arm.
3. Yea- PMS sucks. But at least we have a good excuse to chow down on chocolate for a week.
4. If we're on a really big ship that happens to hit an iceberg, we'll probably get first dibs on a lifeboat.
5. Girl talk. You know, how we just understand each other without having to explain stuff.
6. Dark circles under the eyes? A hickey? We can just cover them up with a little concealer. ( how do     guys live without that stuff?)
7. We dont have to shave our faces. (ouch that must hurt)
8. We can jump around a lot and shake our hair and it looks like we know how to dance.
9. We get yummy chocolates and flowers from guys
10. We dont have to deal with sideburns. Whats up with those anyway?
11. At least one girl always survives in horror flicks.
12. Even if we are ugly we have make-up to fix it!
13. Nose hair, ear hair, back hair- so not a problem for us.
14. SLUMBER PARTIES! Guys just dont know how much fun those are.
15. We dont have to worry about getting hurt, um, down there!!
16. That special bond we have with our moms-some day
17. Nobody makes fun of us for liking Backstreet Boys or Westlife. Well almost nobody.
18. We can get away with wearing platform shoes without looking goofy.
19. We give really really good advice!!
20. The coolest, sweetest songs and poems have been writen about u all time.
21. We dont have to sit on our wallets  And our wallets have a place for change
22. We have nicer handwriting than guys. Well its true rite?
23. We dont have to stuff boxers in our jeans. ( How can that possibly be comfortable?)
24. Girls with guy first names (like Joey) sound cool, but it doesnt work the other way around.
25. We look great in tank tops. ( Hint Hint to any guy reading this).

related link: http://www.beinggirl.com

*so much fun*

Today i decided I would say that to myself. I love you girl. I did it this morning and cried. I mean balled. I dont think I ever told myself that. I make sure I say it to people. I tell my kids, my true friends and my mom but never to myself. I dont even relly hear if from others. well my wonderful son tells me just about everyday. that boy, I swear he is like his father...:)

I give love so freely. When I love I love hard. I mean I give it all to you. I will be there for you and love you even when it hurts....but I dont do that for me. I have to start doing that. I think I cant or I dont becuase I am so busy loving everyone else. I know I am loved but I need to feel it.

I miss that. I need that. I need to be loved. I need to have a person to depend on. I am SOOOOOOOOOOO tired of doing everything myself. I am so tired of holding the world up while my feet are being chopped off. I am not asking nor do I want alot. I just want time. Time to be a woman, time to let my hair down. I dont mind having hard times but I need a release from it . I need time to cry my eyes out and have some big strong arms around me and hear a deep voice say its ok. I got you........ That would do so much more for me than you all know.

I would love to do all the things i do to feel good and smell good and know there will be some one that sees it and smells it. I love when i take a shower and  take the hair off my legs and arms. They feel so nice, I would love to have a man think that too. Every night i wear nice things and smell good and everynight Im alone. I do it for me. I do it so I never lose what I am. BUT DAMN...............

I love to look at men eat my food. I feel like i did something. This food I created with my own hands. I do not use boxed foods really . I make soup....I make soup not open a can. I make corn bread not from a box. I have cooked that way but I really enjoy seeing what I can make. Vegatables are about the only thing I get out of a bag.

I love listening to men talk. Dont ask me why but i can listen to a man all day but women tend to bore me after an hour or so. I love to pray with a man. I love to hear him say Quran and feel it. I miss these things. You know there are just some things a man can do that a women cant.

I miss that. If I was not Muslim I could go out and have a friend with benefits. But I cant. I am not some sex starved woman but when I want it my lord I want it. I swear there are times I am so hot you can fry an egg on me........LOL.........man i crack myself up............ But it is true. When you go from a  situation where u got it very often to not at all it is hard. and if you are a person like me that enjoys it and I mean like a man enjoys it then there can be problems when you do not get it and see no end in sight for the drought.  I think I take after my male family members in that way. They all are all like that. the women seem to be able to take it or leave it.... how they do it I dont know.......heck maybe they just anit never had someone make their toes curl...........Im just saying......maybe. I have a friend she cracks me up. She said I dont know what the big deal is. I have been married 7 yrs and I dont see what  the big deal is. I have never made the sounds you hear on TV or the movies. I think someone just made that up..........I fell out laughing. ...I dont know about yall but  I will tell you all like I told her.......I aint never had no issues with knowing what the big deal is......Thas all Im saying.... :)

Whatever it is I miss it. I miss all of it.

What is the one taste or smell that you will never forget? I have a whole list, as I am sure anyone would. The smell of Christmas dinner cooking, the smell of a pine tree, the taste of a good spice cake. Each one of these holds a special meaning to me. How is it that a certain fragrance on the wind or the taste of something familiar can transport us to another time, another place? It is an amazing thing the human mind; how it works in so many mysterious ways.

Here's a typical exchange with us: a little snippet from some IM chat with Stevie and me - web workers 4 eva.

yossarianw: so, Bacar?
missginevra: right now?
yossarianw: 5?
missginevra: I could do that
missginevra: I was just there yesterday
yossarianw: nice
yossarianw: you're a regular
yossarianw: a regular LUSH
yossarianw: haha
yossarianw: how bout that band folks
missginevra: you're a regular ASS
missginevra: so how bout THAT
yossarianw: nice
yossarianw: i'm in
yossarianw: i still have a job
yossarianw: i'm happy
yossarianw: ergo
yossarianw: "happy hour"
missginevra: and its friday
yossarianw: really?
yossarianw: i had no idea
missginevra: FRIDAAAAAAAAAAY
missginevra: get the girl to come out
yossarianw: i just did
yossarianw: she'll be there at 5
yossarianw: yay DRINKING!@
yossarianw: WOOOT
missginevra: WOOOT

Memories of the summers I spent with my grandfather and the sunsets we shared.  This was taken a short walk away from his beach house.  I cried when I took this picture.. I miss him.

Honaunau, Hawaii (July 2007)

myslalem ze nudzil sie bede potwornie, ale tak zle nie jest.

przeczytalem ksiazke, jezdze sobie tu i tam, duzo chodze i slucham muzyki, brakuje tylko debilowania z socjo:|

ale jakos sie wytrwa te wakacje, nie pamietam juz kiedy tak bardzo chcialem wrocic na uczelnie :]

pracuje, jest troche stres, bo przeciez wszystko sie w szacownym foto-flesz chrzani, nic nie dziala normalnie, a ja nie potrafie wywolywac zdjec ;)

przymierzam sie do zakupu tokiny 12-24, mam nadzieje ze wszytko pojdzie zgodnie z planem i przynajmniej raz w zyciu mi sie uda zalatwic cos bez problemow...

dzis bylem na zdjeciach z Adamem i Piotrkiem, dziwnie troche bo mialem tylko 50ke.

my tu cyky cyku, a ni z tego ni z owego burza, szybko na przystanek, w 40, pozniej w 39 i juz jade do domu, ale mnie naszlo ze sobie wyjde i nie przepuszcze przeciez dobrych okazji do zdjec.

myslalem ze ludzie beda biegali w poplochu,ale siedzieli pod parasolami albo stali w bramach a ja za to strzelilem pionowa panorame zamku w lublinie z 50mm. 7 kadrow polaczonych w calosc :]

to tym czasem chyba na tyle.

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]]> http://audreyq.wordpress.com/?p=80 Tue, 08 Jul 2008 22:27:11 +0000 Audrey Khew http://audreyq.wordpress.com/?p=80 I admit to being thrilled by new things, but sometimes the most comforting things are the most familiar. This morning I woke up thinking of how much I needed to listen to The Last Song by The Smashing Pumpkins.

They were probably the last band I sang along to. Much of the music I listen to today is electronic and have no lyrics. So apart from a few rare songs that I've actually learnt the lyrics to sing along to, singing to music is something I associate with being a teenager.

I took the box set from the shelf and took out the Thirty-Three single and sang while I got dressed for work. It reminded me of being a teenager and how carefree life was in retrospect. There are some very sad songs in this box set and I was reminded of the teenage angst and depression I used to write and talk about. How trivial it all seems now!

I also remembered saving all my allowance to buy this beautifully-designed set and how precious it had been. And now, although I brought it with me when I moved to the UK, it just sits on this shelf, along with my other CDs that hardly get played. And I felt both comforted and saddened by this lost youth.

It is with great sadness I write this blog today. I finally got up enough courage to write about my grandfather's passing. He died on this past Saturday, July 5th 2008. I was not notified by family until Sunday morning.

As my grandfather took his routine walk around the water in Alameda on the pedestrian trail, an idiot drove off the street, hit him, and then fleed the scene. Read below:

http://www.insidebayarea.com/news/ci_9808872?source=rss

My Papa was a good man although not perfect he made my life as a child damn near perfect and this alone I will love him throughout eternity.  He introduced me to the Oakland Raiders. He was a diehard member of the Raider Nation which was his extended family. He would meet with them in the off season. As I got older and finished college at UC Davis, he would read the Oakland Tribune daily and clip out articles and post them on the refrigerator for me to read.

Although I thought it was silly at the time that he would clip out articles about people at Davis even though I did not know them, his thoughtfulness was exceedingly genuine and I will never forget all of the gifts and love he showed.

The smell of hot sauce and pepper sprinkled upon every tv trayed dinner while watching the 6 o'clock news emblazes in my nasal memories. The thought brings water to my eyes.

During the games he would drink a beer, grandma would have Kahlua and creme, and I would have milk with ice in a glass, shaken not stirred. Grandpa Joe and Uncle Joe would scream and hoot like cowboys and indians watching the football games. The memories are innumerable.

He was 5% fire and 95% teddy bear.

He brought Cape Verdean recipes: Jagacida, gufong, and so on... He brought Dancerella, "gotcha" whiskers, heartfelt Santa Claus laughs, and a big heart that will live with me forever.

Thank you Papa,

Mila