For some reason yet unknown to myself... I cannot get pics to show in my posts. Or my header for that matter. I have no idea whats wrong with it. AND I cannot get ScribeFire to log me into my account. Its an evil attempt to thwart my blogging plans I tell ye! But as you can see... here I am. Blogging. And therefore prevailing over technology's evil plans. Mwahahaha! And with that mini-rant aside...
I was looking at PostSecret yesterday... these are a few that stuck with me.
Picture 1.
This one's actually pretty creepy. Sounds like the person's talking to a guy, but I get the feeling that the 'her' in question is the person's girlfriend or something. Someone the guy's not supposed to be with in any case. Still though, it feels very stalkerish. Scares me for some reason. [Possibly coz if people are going to stick video camera's in my key rings they'd have many many choices to pick from? Haha]
Picture 2.
Racism is something I despise. Though I'll be the first one to admit that I have made racist jokes etc before [and in all probability will do so in the future] I dont mean them in a way meant to hurt anyone. And when people take racism to these extremes it just irritates me. I feel like yelling at them, or grabbing them and shaking some sense into them. Which is probably not the best course to take, but still.
More so than just the surface subject though, what I thought of when I saw this... was something I was once told by a person I'm extremely close to. Lets call said person 'E'. E said that if I fell in love with and married a person of a certain race to not expect them [E] to like or love my [theoretical] husband at all. Though I was assured that I myself would still be loved and that E's treatment of me would in now way differ from the usual. I guess that this revelation did show me that E is only human and therefore has flaws as well. It still irks me though, that should I marry a person of a certain race my husband would be at best treated civilly and nothing more by this person who is so important to me. I want my future husband to be loved by everyone who is important to me... and this little revelation makes me feel as if I should restrain myself.
On a whole different note... I have two more interviews to go to! The second one at StarWorld and one at Venetian. Yay! Both calls came today and I'm vair happy! The girl who called about the Venetian one though, I dont know if its just coz she was reluctant to speak in English, or if she wasnt trained properly... but for whatever reason, she had no idea how to go about making a phone call like this.
Our conversation went something along the lines of :
Me : Hello?
Girl : Hi, can you speak in cantonese?
Me : I'd prefer english.
Girl : Ok, we have an interview for you on thursday, can you come?
Me : Uhhh... where are you calling from? Which hotel?
Girl : Oh, Venetian. Can you come on thursday at 11 am?
Me : Would it be possible to change the time? Maybe to thursday afternoon?
Girl : I've set up the interview for thursday at 11 am.
Me : So there's no way I could change the time?
Girl : Uhhh... Its at 11am.
Me : Ok, fine. Where do I have to go?
Girl : To the shopping arcade, shop number 2508.
Me : The shopping arcade?
Girl : Yes. Number 2508.
Me : Where exactly is it?
Girl : In the shopping arcade. Shop number 2508.
Me : Ooookay. And who do I have to see?
Girl : Uhh... just go to the shopping arcade, shop number 2508.
Me : Yes, but when I go there who do I have to see? The person's name...?
Girl : Uhhh... just go there and tell them you have a interview.
Me : Thats it? They'll know.
Girl : Yes.
Me : Can I have your name please?
Girl : But at the interview I wont be there.
Me : Yes, but can I have your name?
Girl : I wont be the one to interview you, so you dont need.
Me : Okay. Fine. Thank you.
Girl : Bye.
This was punctuated with as many ahhh's, uhmmm's and pauses as she could muster up. Very efficient, eh? I thought so. The fact that I'm now confused and in all probability will have to make it to the Venetian a full 45 minutes before my interview is totally beside the point. She did what she had to do. Bah, people!
And on that fine and articulate note, I'm off to go do more productive things. Like, oh I dont know, my class presentation that I have to do tomorrow. Haha. Procrastination is a fine thing, isnt it?
Ta ta!
More so than just the surface subject though, what I thought of when I saw this... was something I was once told by a person I'm extremely close to. Lets call said person 'E'. E said that if I fell in love with and married a person of a certain race to not expect them [E] to like or love my [theoretical] husband at all. Though I was assured that I myself would still be loved and that E's treatment of me would in now way differ from the usual. I guess that this revelation did show me that E is only human and therefore has flaws as well. It still irks me though, that should I marry a person of a certain race my husband would be at best treated civilly and nothing more by this person who is so important to me. I want my future husband to be loved by everyone who is important to me... and this little revelation makes me feel as if I should restrain myself.
On a whole different note... I have two more interviews to go to! The second one at StarWorld and one at Venetian. Yay! Both calls came today and I'm vair happy! The girl who called about the Venetian one though, I dont know if its just coz she was reluctant to speak in English, or if she wasnt trained properly... but for whatever reason, she had no idea how to go about making a phone call like this.
Our conversation went something along the lines of :
Me : Hello?
Girl : Hi, can you speak in cantonese?
Me : I'd prefer english.
Girl : Ok, we have an interview for you on thursday, can you come?
Me : Uhhh... where are you calling from? Which hotel?
Girl : Oh, Venetian. Can you come on thursday at 11 am?
Me : Would it be possible to change the time? Maybe to thursday afternoon?
Girl : I've set up the interview for thursday at 11 am.
Me : So there's no way I could change the time?
Girl : Uhhh... Its at 11am.
Me : Ok, fine. Where do I have to go?
Girl : To the shopping arcade, shop number 2508.
Me : The shopping arcade?
Girl : Yes. Number 2508.
Me : Where exactly is it?
Girl : In the shopping arcade. Shop number 2508.
Me : Ooookay. And who do I have to see?
Girl : Uhh... just go to the shopping arcade, shop number 2508.
Me : Yes, but when I go there who do I have to see? The person's name...?
Girl : Uhhh... just go there and tell them you have a interview.
Me : Thats it? They'll know.
Girl : Yes.
Me : Can I have your name please?
Girl : But at the interview I wont be there.
Me : Yes, but can I have your name?
Girl : I wont be the one to interview you, so you dont need.
Me : Okay. Fine. Thank you.
Girl : Bye.
This was punctuated with as many ahhh's, uhmmm's and pauses as she could muster up. Very efficient, eh? I thought so. The fact that I'm now confused and in all probability will have to make it to the Venetian a full 45 minutes before my interview is totally beside the point. She did what she had to do. Bah, people!
And on that fine and articulate note, I'm off to go do more productive things. Like, oh I dont know, my class presentation that I have to do tomorrow. Haha. Procrastination is a fine thing, isnt it?
Ta ta!
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