Promiscuous Girl
samedi, avril 28, 2007
Kelly: Babe, your man is passing with flying colors, surprisingly. Even Casey is d’accord. Imagine that sh*t! He is more of a man than the dried eggs imply. Smoke that.
Haahahhahaha!! Kel, I nearly fell out of bed laughing when I read this. Case, stop playa hatin’. Hate the game.
I am going to share some of my more substantial thoughts today. Inspired by the To-Do List from a previous post, I decided to make my own “To-Do” list:] Since I am playing Devil’s Advocate, please assume the conditions to be ideal. Fortunately (or unfortunately), I am not actually any of the following: a man, a pedophile, a necrophile, jail-bait, a lesbian, a fictional character, a home-wrecker, a stalker, a gold digger, or Nelly Furtado. And now, without further ado and in no particular order: Wham. Bam. Thank You, Ma’am.
1) Ari HeSoFine (That boy was the reason we went to work… and did overtime…)
2) Jonathon Yeminy (That boy was the reason we rode the bus… at absurd hours of the day… unnecessarily… good times, girls :D)
3) Hehehehehe! Sorry, I cannot bring myself to type his name. Some of you already know, so just :::mentally picture his name here::: If you are picturing your own name… Well… I guess it is good that you think so highly of yourself:/
4) That dude on that VCR/DVD infomercial thing who looks like Erik’s brother.
5) Erik’s brother (That’s right:D)
6) Jordan Wall (Still. Actually, I’d need to see a recent picture first.)
7) Lee Pen(cil me in)der (Cuz he’s a rock star!)
8) The guy at the Wawa who makes sandwiches:D (Yah, him. Give him my number. And an international phone card >:])
9) Vince (Not Adrian Grenier. Okay, maybe Adrian Grenier.)
10) Ari Gold (Not Jeremy. Definitely not Jeremy)
11) Jim Caviezel (Uh… Did you see him in The Count of Monte Cristo?? AND he’s Jesus?? Bonus.)
12) Tobey Maguire (Not Spiderman.)
13) Elijah Wood (Not hobbits:/)
14) Ewan MacGregor (And most of his characters.)
15) Josh Groban (Obvious.)
16) Aaron McGruder (My Dad would be so proud.)
17) Neil Gaiman (I would become Jewish for him.)
18) Douglas Adams (I bet he is making God laugh right now.)
19) Alton (and Alton.)
20) Not Trishelle (Cuz she’s trash.)
21) Professor Robinson (No, I am not stealing from your dating pool, Chenkay… He is not over 50… or at least, he does not look it…)
22) Kenneth Branaugh (Go ahead and laugh. You just don’t kno:p)
23) Craig David (He is not even all that anymore… maybe it’s the accent.)
24) LL (Not THAT one! Eww, I am not Nazish. I mean the one who “represents Queens.”)
25) Angelina Jolie (Der.)
26) Saira Mohan (Have you seen her??)
27) Salma Hayek (Ditto.)
28) Reese Witherspoon (How could he?? Did they have a pre-nup??)
29) River Crazyface (Cuz she’s good at everything.)
30) Inara (Cuz she’s a pro. And an ambassador.)
31) Dean Kamen (Bling Bling! Erm... I mean… he’s so smart and charitable!)
32) Curtis (So he wears a little makeup… As if you don’t:p)
33) Logan Huntsberger (I know. So not my type. But he’s not Rory’s either, so :p)
34) Prince William (Obviously.)
35) Colin Farrel (Cuz who hasn’t?)
36) Dr. Burke (And Isaiah, pre-verbal diarrhea.)
37) Dr. George (Obviously not T.R. Knight.)
If anyone on this list (or anyone who resembles anyone on this list) happens to be reading this… let me know if you’re interested. If you want to be added, send me a convincing email with an even more convincing picture attached. :::Goes to check her email:::
This I Believe
samedi, avril 14, 2007
Prepare yourself. Because we will be heading back up north at the end of the week... to this:
“You’re here,” the Doctor said, as the car slowed. I peered about, but could not make out much through the swirling red dust. As it settled, I realized that it made no matter. Looking out on the vast sea of apparent nothingness, I had decided that the dust had been an enhancement to the aesthetics of my surroundings. Where am I? What am I doing? I thought, paralyzed as I awaited the theme from The Twilight Zone to drift through the sweltering air.
The twelve weeks of language, technical, and cultural training had hardly been a cakewalk. As I stepped out of the crowded, dilapidated vehicle, it occurred to me that things were not about to get any easier. At least, not before they got much more difficult. A billion miles away from home and its comforts (electricity, running water, air-conditioning, Panera Bread…), the only direction which I could walk was forward. Don’t Panic, I whispered to myself, a feeble prayer. As my predecessor had written to me, “Just suck it up and deal with it. If you’ve made it through training, then you’re officially a volunteer. Welcome to the Corps, baby!” With those words of encouragement in my head, I watched as the vehicle pulled away and left me, quite literally, in the dust.
Had anyone told us that we would soon be crying for our training days of yore… rigid schedules, classes, exams, home-stay families, and all… we would have died of laughter. Freshmen are always cute that way. Every few weekends, I would meet up with some of the other volunteers in our provincial capital. I would spend the entire ride daydreaming about the glorious showers, the wonderful e-mails, and the divine English-speaking expatriates which awaited me. For the first couple of months, I practically had a countdown going for the rendezvous; tears of joy streaking the dust on my face as my personal
Martin Luther King, Jr. once said that “The ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort and convenience, but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy.” Sometimes we get a little too comfortable, for too long. Life becomes a mechanical shadow of what was once the experience of living. I believe in getting a little uncomfortable. The amount, and the gravity, of the things which you will learn about yourself, about others, and about the world will blow you away. Even more astonishing (and sometimes, just plain frightening) will be the things which others will learn both from and about you.
When I first arrived, everyone in the village referred to me simply as “The Nassara” (translation- the white woman). Now they call me “Madame Docteur.” Although, neither title is accurate (as I’ve explained many times), I suppose it is an improvement. Admittedly, I still look forward to my trips to the capital. However, now, I also smile on my way back home.
Moving On:
Happy Birthday Chenkay!! Get out of your freaking office and go have some fun! Wall Street will still be there when you return:p I mean, I know you are pretty special, but it is not going to crumble in your absence... weirdo... Ilobu:]