There are no guarantees in life
Not for the present,
Nor for the future.
All I know is
That I'm here;
Don't know for how long.
I love the way
You live so intensely
Enjoy every minute of life
With space to swing
Your arms around
Laughing loudly.
~Kate Havnevik, Unlike Me
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Plenty of Fish in the Closet
Alright, I’ll admit it. It was me.
I’m guilty…
… of fishing.
In a “Plenty of Fish” kind of way.
That’s right, Lady J has indulged in online dating.
Well, I suppose that statement is contingent on one’s definition of “dating”.
Currently, in my little corner of cyberspace, there’s a lot more “online” than “dating” going on, but still… I have registered, conversed with and met several fish in the process. As one lovely friend put it, I am building my school.
And what a school it is turning out to be.
I have met more than one interesting individual thus far. And by “interesting” I mean interesting.
Now, this term could be synonymous with “cool”. Some of these people are most definitely cool. Others have been “interesting” in a “dear lord, what just happened” kind of way.
Like the guy who asked me if I’d like him to buy me shoes. Or the lovely women who continually seem to deduce “I’m a lesbian” from the statement “interested in men”.
Not only am I meeting many new, interesting people, I’ve also been learning some new things. Acronyms, for example. “DTF” is the latest one. It took me awhile to decipher and, in all honesty, I ultimately had to have it explained to me. Apparently I’m way too naive to think that someone would send something like that to a complete stranger…
The point being, the more time I spend in this… ocean… the more fish I come into contact with, and the volume of lovely messages I receive increases. Like this one:
"One words fit all...lol, am not try impress u, jsut saw u mention he must have full time job, my part time job only to make me away from internet at nite, serious I'm not so good at dating, social, dat's why I end up here look for future partner...anyway...If I'm not quiet (u might think I'm talkative but, it's jsut english, in mandarin, it's so talkative, i ain't gd at that) why I still single, I love my puppy, in person, I don't talk much, but once u accept me & also have a puppy, then that's where conversation start & I'm here to find a gal, christian or not, to come to auckland if she could & marry me as I'm not after green card...if...I am new here & I'm Nick (modern Peter Pan) & am looking for gorgeous & cute gal for marriage & she must able to come to Auckland for marry me coz that's where I'm living the past 23yrs, I came from Taiwan
my email is...
Are u a advanture type or home & DVD type? I'm 50 50
New Zealand the few paradise left over in the world, also good place to have family with, would you plan the same?
I've email to many gals similar mail contents, I'm not asking all gals come2NZ & for me to choose coz I'm only one person & ain't a king either, I just want a gal to reply with positive action, and can marry me ASAP & that will be the end of fairy tale"
I know, I know. How can one resist a modern Peter Pan?
I'll admit this much: it is proving difficult to choose between all of those fish swimming around the water closet.
I’m guilty…
… of fishing.
In a “Plenty of Fish” kind of way.
That’s right, Lady J has indulged in online dating.
Well, I suppose that statement is contingent on one’s definition of “dating”.
Currently, in my little corner of cyberspace, there’s a lot more “online” than “dating” going on, but still… I have registered, conversed with and met several fish in the process. As one lovely friend put it, I am building my school.
And what a school it is turning out to be.
I have met more than one interesting individual thus far. And by “interesting” I mean interesting.
Now, this term could be synonymous with “cool”. Some of these people are most definitely cool. Others have been “interesting” in a “dear lord, what just happened” kind of way.
Like the guy who asked me if I’d like him to buy me shoes. Or the lovely women who continually seem to deduce “I’m a lesbian” from the statement “interested in men”.
Not only am I meeting many new, interesting people, I’ve also been learning some new things. Acronyms, for example. “DTF” is the latest one. It took me awhile to decipher and, in all honesty, I ultimately had to have it explained to me. Apparently I’m way too naive to think that someone would send something like that to a complete stranger…
The point being, the more time I spend in this… ocean… the more fish I come into contact with, and the volume of lovely messages I receive increases. Like this one:
"One words fit all...lol, am not try impress u, jsut saw u mention he must have full time job, my part time job only to make me away from internet at nite, serious I'm not so good at dating, social, dat's why I end up here look for future partner...anyway...If I'm not quiet (u might think I'm talkative but, it's jsut english, in mandarin, it's so talkative, i ain't gd at that) why I still single, I love my puppy, in person, I don't talk much, but once u accept me & also have a puppy, then that's where conversation start & I'm here to find a gal, christian or not, to come to auckland if she could & marry me as I'm not after green card...if...I am new here & I'm Nick (modern Peter Pan) & am looking for gorgeous & cute gal for marriage & she must able to come to Auckland for marry me coz that's where I'm living the past 23yrs, I came from Taiwan
my email is...
Are u a advanture type or home & DVD type? I'm 50 50
New Zealand the few paradise left over in the world, also good place to have family with, would you plan the same?
I've email to many gals similar mail contents, I'm not asking all gals come2NZ & for me to choose coz I'm only one person & ain't a king either, I just want a gal to reply with positive action, and can marry me ASAP & that will be the end of fairy tale"
I know, I know. How can one resist a modern Peter Pan?
I'll admit this much: it is proving difficult to choose between all of those fish swimming around the water closet.
Monday, February 7, 2011
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Friday, January 28, 2011
The Most Wonderful Time of the Year
Exams. I LOVE exams.
Why?
Well it is well known that I am indeed a masochist. I go the mall on December 24th, I insist on wearing heels to work, I believe that Indian dining isn’t worth it unless I’m sweating and I willingly submit myself to Tolkien. Over and over and over again.
However, I’m not sure that that is why I love exams.
Ever since my student days I have positively cherished exam time. My most distinct memories of university are of walking across campus (UWaterloo and U of T both) on the way to an exam, enjoying the quiet, contemplating what was to come, the sense of accomplishment soon to be felt, the anticipation of yet another new beginning.
I love that moment when you receive an exam, not knowing whether you’ll have the answers, yet at the same time knowing that nothing stands in your way.
Not only do I love exam time, I love writing exams. Testing myself, pushing myself. Furthermore, I’m good at them.
Other than the learning process itself, writing exams is what I miss most about university. Even more than writing papers (and heaven knows I LOVE writing papers!).
My students think I’m being facetious when I post happy messages on the board before tests and exams. Little do they know that I’m fully, 100% sincere.
Other reasons why exams are awesome:
On days when I have exams, I only have to work until noon.
On days when I don’t have exams, I don’t have to work.
I can drink coffee whenever I want.
I can stay up past 9:30 pm.
Exams signal either the half-way point or the ending point of a school year.
I can wear jeans to work everyday of the week.
Elementary school teachers don’t get exam time off.
Why?
Well it is well known that I am indeed a masochist. I go the mall on December 24th, I insist on wearing heels to work, I believe that Indian dining isn’t worth it unless I’m sweating and I willingly submit myself to Tolkien. Over and over and over again.
However, I’m not sure that that is why I love exams.
Ever since my student days I have positively cherished exam time. My most distinct memories of university are of walking across campus (UWaterloo and U of T both) on the way to an exam, enjoying the quiet, contemplating what was to come, the sense of accomplishment soon to be felt, the anticipation of yet another new beginning.
I love that moment when you receive an exam, not knowing whether you’ll have the answers, yet at the same time knowing that nothing stands in your way.
Not only do I love exam time, I love writing exams. Testing myself, pushing myself. Furthermore, I’m good at them.
Other than the learning process itself, writing exams is what I miss most about university. Even more than writing papers (and heaven knows I LOVE writing papers!).
My students think I’m being facetious when I post happy messages on the board before tests and exams. Little do they know that I’m fully, 100% sincere.
Other reasons why exams are awesome:
On days when I have exams, I only have to work until noon.
On days when I don’t have exams, I don’t have to work.
I can drink coffee whenever I want.
I can stay up past 9:30 pm.
Exams signal either the half-way point or the ending point of a school year.
I can wear jeans to work everyday of the week.
Elementary school teachers don’t get exam time off.
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Hurry Up and...
wait.
wait for friends, wait for jobs, wait for life to sort itself out.
I hate waiting. I’m a planner, a doer.
And yet recently I find myself falling into the habit of waiting. I’m not entirely sure when this all started, but I would really like for it to stop now.
wait for friends, wait for jobs, wait for life to sort itself out.
I hate waiting. I’m a planner, a doer.
And yet recently I find myself falling into the habit of waiting. I’m not entirely sure when this all started, but I would really like for it to stop now.
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Listography
So Emma got this book for Christmas. The Book of Lists. That’s actually what it’s called. She got this book because she loves lists and list-writing. The problem being, this was the wrong book of lists. The one she really wanted was called Listography. Yes, that’s actually the title. And yes, there is more than one book out there about lists.
Because she originally got the wrong list-writing book, she got the Listography book not once, but twice for her birthday. Obviously she didn’t need three books about lists, what with two of them being the same book, so we took one back to Chapters. I was so intrigued by this book of lists (Listography) that as soon as it was returned, I promptly bought it. Now we each have a listography book and have been busily writing lists.
Some of the lists are interesting (Historical Figures You’d Like to Talk To) and some are weird (Your Most Drunken Moments) with still others that will never be filled out (People You Wouldn’t Mind Sleeping With…?).
Here’s what I’m finding about my book of lists: it’s weird. I feel as though it’s even more revealing than a diary (as in an “I’m-fourteen-years-old-and-write-everything-I-think-feel-and-do-in-this-diary” type of diary). There are even lists that I want to start writing but can’t yet, because it will make them too real. Weird, right? It’s just a list...
Because she originally got the wrong list-writing book, she got the Listography book not once, but twice for her birthday. Obviously she didn’t need three books about lists, what with two of them being the same book, so we took one back to Chapters. I was so intrigued by this book of lists (Listography) that as soon as it was returned, I promptly bought it. Now we each have a listography book and have been busily writing lists.
Some of the lists are interesting (Historical Figures You’d Like to Talk To) and some are weird (Your Most Drunken Moments) with still others that will never be filled out (People You Wouldn’t Mind Sleeping With…?).
Here’s what I’m finding about my book of lists: it’s weird. I feel as though it’s even more revealing than a diary (as in an “I’m-fourteen-years-old-and-write-everything-I-think-feel-and-do-in-this-diary” type of diary). There are even lists that I want to start writing but can’t yet, because it will make them too real. Weird, right? It’s just a list...
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