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Tuesday, November 30, 2004
southern love
i wish i was in atlanta! mel, liz and kartik's ex-pat thanksgiving wknd:
ps: the tiny one is v.cute kartik... but just say NO!!!
pps: yes liz, i too believe kartik is bollywood king of atlanta...who has a freaking hammock on their porch while in grad school??!!
=)
i wish i was in atlanta! mel, liz and kartik's ex-pat thanksgiving wknd:
ps: the tiny one is v.cute kartik... but just say NO!!!
pps: yes liz, i too believe kartik is bollywood king of atlanta...who has a freaking hammock on their porch while in grad school??!!
=)
white rabbit
Having to call lots of people/agencies each day has made me v.curious about the people on the other end.
What does that man from the Italian Cultural Centre, whose sounded like he was going to disappear, look like? What about Wambui with the healthy voice from ACS Peel? Do people look like they sound?
I remember being very surprised at how deep Mariah Carey's voice was when she was being interviewed by Master T on Much.
I don't think I look like I sound. I think my voice should be... boxier, more square if that's possible. I think my voice belongs with someone who has more delicate features. Or maybe that would be too much of one thing. hmm.
#1 Canadian...
but Tommy Douglas is a good choice too... go NDP!
Having to call lots of people/agencies each day has made me v.curious about the people on the other end.
What does that man from the Italian Cultural Centre, whose sounded like he was going to disappear, look like? What about Wambui with the healthy voice from ACS Peel? Do people look like they sound?
I remember being very surprised at how deep Mariah Carey's voice was when she was being interviewed by Master T on Much.
I don't think I look like I sound. I think my voice should be... boxier, more square if that's possible. I think my voice belongs with someone who has more delicate features. Or maybe that would be too much of one thing. hmm.
#1 Canadian...
but Tommy Douglas is a good choice too... go NDP!
Monday, November 29, 2004
restraint
I can't watch Garden State, 2046, or In the Mood for Love (Criterion edition!!) or any other movie until after the JLPT. booo. so that means more blog changes!! hurraaaay!
no not really.
but i do need some more green in my life. Send out a call for green goodness!
1. granny smith apples
2. v-neck/turtleneck sweaters in apple green
3. oak leaves in pale green
4. sheer green eyeshadow
5. sparkly green earrings
6. trees
7. green apple btea
8. broccoli
9. the green dress anne was mending when gilbert stopped by (Anne-heads better know this)
10. green Austrian hills in the Sound of Music
11. baseball turf
12. maccha anything
13. mountains at the kampong near the indonesian border
14. malaysian rainforest
guess what?
"The expectancy of faith is victory..."
~s.k.
guess what else?
I have 375 mini candy canes hiding out under my desk, waiting to be eaten. shhhh...
I can't watch Garden State, 2046, or In the Mood for Love (Criterion edition!!) or any other movie until after the JLPT. booo. so that means more blog changes!! hurraaaay!
no not really.
but i do need some more green in my life. Send out a call for green goodness!
1. granny smith apples
2. v-neck/turtleneck sweaters in apple green
3. oak leaves in pale green
4. sheer green eyeshadow
5. sparkly green earrings
6. trees
7. green apple btea
8. broccoli
9. the green dress anne was mending when gilbert stopped by (Anne-heads better know this)
10. green Austrian hills in the Sound of Music
11. baseball turf
12. maccha anything
13. mountains at the kampong near the indonesian border
14. malaysian rainforest
guess what?
"The expectancy of faith is victory..."
~s.k.
guess what else?
I have 375 mini candy canes hiding out under my desk, waiting to be eaten. shhhh...
Thursday, November 25, 2004
bada-boom, cymbal smash
supervisor: so I was talking to Sarala about the Diwali festival they held...
other LIC & me: yeah?
supervisor: so i said, hey Sarala, we should have another Diwali festival, but change the name of it... to the Diwali and Beaver festival
hahahhahahahaha... librarians are funny.
supervisor: so I was talking to Sarala about the Diwali festival they held...
other LIC & me: yeah?
supervisor: so i said, hey Sarala, we should have another Diwali festival, but change the name of it... to the Diwali and Beaver festival
hahahhahahahaha... librarians are funny.
the best compliment i've ever gotten
From: mary
Sent: November 25, 2004 1:54 PM
To: Naomi Ishiguro
Subject: RE: nyc
so, you totally remind me of the mom in the gilmour girls..love that show now....everytime i see it, i feel like talking back to the tv cause i think its you!!!
From: mary
Sent: November 25, 2004 1:54 PM
To: Naomi Ishiguro
Subject: RE: nyc
so, you totally remind me of the mom in the gilmour girls..love that show now....everytime i see it, i feel like talking back to the tv cause i think its you!!!
the cold is making me wonky
Okay it’s officially COLD. I thought I could go scarf/hat/mitt-less for another week or so, but after standing outside at Finch stn for 25 minutes, in the midst of a face&foot numbing wind, waiting for an extremely TARDY #77 bus, I am breaking out the accessories.
I am very fidgety today. Maybe it’s because of the smores granola bar I just ate. I also can’t stop thinking about the amaaaaaaazing thai food I had yesterday (combination pad thai? Oh YES). We ate at Bangkok Paradise on Queen… my first reaction when Kathy told me the name of the restaurant Galen picked:
“We’re going to a massage parlour???????”
Hehehe..
…visions of Chris Tucker and Jackie Chan dancing in my head…
I don’t want to go and use the microfilm machines, cuz they make me feel naseous, with the scrolling and the focusing… oi! i'm pretty convinced i don't want to be a librarian. it's a lot more technical and, frankly tedious than I thought it would be. or maybe it's just because MY job has been fairly monotonous (re: slightly frustrating) to date. who knows, maybe after i leave, the LICs, LTICs and shelvers get together, don hooded capes, sneak out of the library (when they're supposed to be on the desk) to have secret pow-wows underneath the basement stairwell...then they read each other poetry written by famous dead guys, appropriate for the esoteric bunch that they are, and later, whoop it up by banging tambourines and calling each other "Towanda!!"...
wait. that's not right.
I knew ethan hawke didn't work here!
fin
Okay it’s officially COLD. I thought I could go scarf/hat/mitt-less for another week or so, but after standing outside at Finch stn for 25 minutes, in the midst of a face&foot numbing wind, waiting for an extremely TARDY #77 bus, I am breaking out the accessories.
I am very fidgety today. Maybe it’s because of the smores granola bar I just ate. I also can’t stop thinking about the amaaaaaaazing thai food I had yesterday (combination pad thai? Oh YES). We ate at Bangkok Paradise on Queen… my first reaction when Kathy told me the name of the restaurant Galen picked:
“We’re going to a massage parlour???????”
Hehehe..
…visions of Chris Tucker and Jackie Chan dancing in my head…
I don’t want to go and use the microfilm machines, cuz they make me feel naseous, with the scrolling and the focusing… oi! i'm pretty convinced i don't want to be a librarian. it's a lot more technical and, frankly tedious than I thought it would be. or maybe it's just because MY job has been fairly monotonous (re: slightly frustrating) to date. who knows, maybe after i leave, the LICs, LTICs and shelvers get together, don hooded capes, sneak out of the library (when they're supposed to be on the desk) to have secret pow-wows underneath the basement stairwell...then they read each other poetry written by famous dead guys, appropriate for the esoteric bunch that they are, and later, whoop it up by banging tambourines and calling each other "Towanda!!"...
wait. that's not right.
I knew ethan hawke didn't work here!
fin
Monday, November 22, 2004
all i need now are tea cozys and knitting...
i'm wearing my granny zip-up sweater today. i'm going to the ladies craft night and cookie exchange, which means i get to make a fake fir wreath and bake six dozen cookies of my choosing. i'm also wearing big wide-leg, flat-butt tan pants, which look like slacks worn by the old man when he was out at sea.
i feel superbly un-hip.
thank goodness i'm not reading The Stone Angel or else i'd be really depressed.
i bought pretty earrings at lunch though. so ladies, to prevent development of future granny tendencies, we are going out this weekend! even if it means dressing up to go the ROM and enduring Baroquemuzak music. strike up the clavichord maestro! rawr
i'm wearing my granny zip-up sweater today. i'm going to the ladies craft night and cookie exchange, which means i get to make a fake fir wreath and bake six dozen cookies of my choosing. i'm also wearing big wide-leg, flat-butt tan pants, which look like slacks worn by the old man when he was out at sea.
i feel superbly un-hip.
thank goodness i'm not reading The Stone Angel or else i'd be really depressed.
i bought pretty earrings at lunch though. so ladies, to prevent development of future granny tendencies, we are going out this weekend! even if it means dressing up to go the ROM and enduring Baroque
Monday, November 15, 2004
yes, i have a lot of time at work.
I’m vengeful. I hold grudges. Not many people know this about me… and the ones that do…well, let’s just have a moment of silence shall we?
So in a way, it wasn’t completely Kathy’s fault. But she shouldn’t have said what she did. And the whole incident could have been avoided.
But alas, like all small animals who breach the hierarchy, consequences are inevitable. Bring on Yellow Doom.
Dear Sirs:
Here is my report concerning the successful ambush of civilian Kathy Tam via Project BOB, on Saturday November 13, 2004.
The trouble all began one fine evening when civilian Tam made fun of me for sending a birthday paper airplane to Japan. How dare she mock the fine craftsmanship of my plane?? My hands, which have crafted winning beauties, such as the ones you may remember from Ikuno Hallway Derby 2004, clenched in anger, my jaw became rigid with fury. Such insubordination!
I vowed silently that I would not let this pass.
I needed to show Tam who was boss. I needed to make her go through a trial that would make her realize the power that I wielded.
Thus the seeds for Project (Barmy Ornery Bomb) BOB were planted.
I recruited a select group of Special Ops trainees. They were a touch green, but mostly yellow. In order for Project Yellow Doom to work, we needed an inside edge… we needed a mole. Thankfully, without her knowledge, Tam was cohabitating with an enemy spy. We sent a covert electronic telegram to the mole (who shall be known only by the pseudonym When-D) to help carry out Project BOB, by trumpeting our cause in the name of freedom, justice and the right to surprise. When-D was thoroughly convinced and became the lynchpin for Project Yellow Doom.
During the week before B-Day, the team coordinated temporal and spatial details. At precisely 1030 hours When-D would arrive with Tam at Markville Mall. They would enter the Sears, using the entrance facing Centennial Community Centre. From that point, a private would dash to the mole’s vehicle, place the weapons of slight humilation on her car, where upon return, the demands of Project BOB would be revealed to Tam. Firstly, Tam would have to don the BOB, no questions asked. Then, Tam would have to suss out members of Project BOB via clues/riddles given to her at each rest station. Failure to do so would result in extreme humiliation by way of dancing for small, undersized civilians. Singing of theme songs was another viable option. At the end, there would be some respite in the form of chocolate available, dependant on Tam’s performance.
Construction of our main weapon was undertaken by Private Mark, a gallant girl.
Notice the grim determination creasing her face as she takes BOB off-site:
Before we could use BOB in combat, we needed to conduct a few test runs. We persuaded a local civilian to run tests for us. Needless to say, BOB was a success:
The night before, Project BOB was guarded by tight security. This was necessary as the contents of the mission were extremely delicate:
B-day arrived on a beam of sunshine. Or at least that’s how a pansy poet would have described it. In reality, the team was focused, on their game. Steely eyes stared straight ahead, concentration undeterred, ignoring every little itch, every little inclination for sleep, every little hunger pang...they were unstoppable. So after stopping at A&W, the cavalry drove quickly to their scheduled positions, and waited.
The mole came zooming in a silver non-descript sedan, as per my request. However, there was a M.E.N.T.A.L (Massive Entropy N Temperature Absence Locus) malfunction, and the sedan stopped in front of the wrong entrance.
Alarm bells echoed in my head for a brief 78 seconds. But they call me Grace Under Pressure, (at least that’s what they promised after I gave them $50), and so I shook off the clammy grip of panic.
My troops’ eyes had glazed over. Inept fools. I had to carry out this task, or else B-day would be doomed. Gritting my teeth, I hoisted BOB on my shoulder, and sprinted to the sedan. Unfortunately, the gods had set out to sabotage the mission, as the mole had chosen a parking area chock full of non-descript silver sedans. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw When-D and Kathy begin their approach, and quickly made a snap decision to place the items on the cleanest silver sedan I could see (the mole had a penchant for cleanliness). I then dashed off, heading for cover behind a scraggly pine, praying Tam would not notice me. A few “over and out”s later, it was confirmed that the integrity of the mission was still intact.
Tam was thoroughly baffled, and at the end was truly humbled by my show of surprise prowess. It was either that or the box was making her tired. All in all, Project BOB wa a success.
Please consider the following as support:
I hope the success of my mission will convince you to consider me for future missions similar in nature. Additionally, I am quite adept at making loon and mallard calls, which is an invaluable skill during night raids.
Thank you for your time.
Respectfully yours,
Sgt. Hot Pepper
~no spongebobs were harmed during this event~
I’m vengeful. I hold grudges. Not many people know this about me… and the ones that do…well, let’s just have a moment of silence shall we?
So in a way, it wasn’t completely Kathy’s fault. But she shouldn’t have said what she did. And the whole incident could have been avoided.
But alas, like all small animals who breach the hierarchy, consequences are inevitable. Bring on Yellow Doom.
Dear Sirs:
Here is my report concerning the successful ambush of civilian Kathy Tam via Project BOB, on Saturday November 13, 2004.
The trouble all began one fine evening when civilian Tam made fun of me for sending a birthday paper airplane to Japan. How dare she mock the fine craftsmanship of my plane?? My hands, which have crafted winning beauties, such as the ones you may remember from Ikuno Hallway Derby 2004, clenched in anger, my jaw became rigid with fury. Such insubordination!
I vowed silently that I would not let this pass.
I needed to show Tam who was boss. I needed to make her go through a trial that would make her realize the power that I wielded.
Thus the seeds for Project (Barmy Ornery Bomb) BOB were planted.
I recruited a select group of Special Ops trainees. They were a touch green, but mostly yellow. In order for Project Yellow Doom to work, we needed an inside edge… we needed a mole. Thankfully, without her knowledge, Tam was cohabitating with an enemy spy. We sent a covert electronic telegram to the mole (who shall be known only by the pseudonym When-D) to help carry out Project BOB, by trumpeting our cause in the name of freedom, justice and the right to surprise. When-D was thoroughly convinced and became the lynchpin for Project Yellow Doom.
During the week before B-Day, the team coordinated temporal and spatial details. At precisely 1030 hours When-D would arrive with Tam at Markville Mall. They would enter the Sears, using the entrance facing Centennial Community Centre. From that point, a private would dash to the mole’s vehicle, place the weapons of slight humilation on her car, where upon return, the demands of Project BOB would be revealed to Tam. Firstly, Tam would have to don the BOB, no questions asked. Then, Tam would have to suss out members of Project BOB via clues/riddles given to her at each rest station. Failure to do so would result in extreme humiliation by way of dancing for small, undersized civilians. Singing of theme songs was another viable option. At the end, there would be some respite in the form of chocolate available, dependant on Tam’s performance.
Construction of our main weapon was undertaken by Private Mark, a gallant girl.
Notice the grim determination creasing her face as she takes BOB off-site:
Before we could use BOB in combat, we needed to conduct a few test runs. We persuaded a local civilian to run tests for us. Needless to say, BOB was a success:
The night before, Project BOB was guarded by tight security. This was necessary as the contents of the mission were extremely delicate:
B-day arrived on a beam of sunshine. Or at least that’s how a pansy poet would have described it. In reality, the team was focused, on their game. Steely eyes stared straight ahead, concentration undeterred, ignoring every little itch, every little inclination for sleep, every little hunger pang...they were unstoppable. So after stopping at A&W, the cavalry drove quickly to their scheduled positions, and waited.
The mole came zooming in a silver non-descript sedan, as per my request. However, there was a M.E.N.T.A.L (Massive Entropy N Temperature Absence Locus) malfunction, and the sedan stopped in front of the wrong entrance.
Alarm bells echoed in my head for a brief 78 seconds. But they call me Grace Under Pressure, (at least that’s what they promised after I gave them $50), and so I shook off the clammy grip of panic.
My troops’ eyes had glazed over. Inept fools. I had to carry out this task, or else B-day would be doomed. Gritting my teeth, I hoisted BOB on my shoulder, and sprinted to the sedan. Unfortunately, the gods had set out to sabotage the mission, as the mole had chosen a parking area chock full of non-descript silver sedans. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw When-D and Kathy begin their approach, and quickly made a snap decision to place the items on the cleanest silver sedan I could see (the mole had a penchant for cleanliness). I then dashed off, heading for cover behind a scraggly pine, praying Tam would not notice me. A few “over and out”s later, it was confirmed that the integrity of the mission was still intact.
Tam was thoroughly baffled, and at the end was truly humbled by my show of surprise prowess. It was either that or the box was making her tired. All in all, Project BOB wa a success.
Please consider the following as support:
I hope the success of my mission will convince you to consider me for future missions similar in nature. Additionally, I am quite adept at making loon and mallard calls, which is an invaluable skill during night raids.
Thank you for your time.
Respectfully yours,
Sgt. Hot Pepper
~no spongebobs were harmed during this event~
if only i knew arabic...
http://www.habitat.org/ivp/opps/egypt_cairo_grant_writer.htm#P0_0
http://www.habitat.org/ivp/opps/egypt_cairo_grant_writer.htm#P0_0
Thursday, November 11, 2004
people can't DIE from too much cpu radiation, but i think their eyes start to fall out....
I get to work off-site tomorrow!!!!!!!! Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!! Anyone want to meet me for lunch? I’ll be in lovely lovely lovely MARKHAM!!!
if any of you were worried about the ROM extension that is currently being built, here are some words from the architect:
“The extension tilts towards the sidewalk with striking three-storey glass display cases. Not often has a museum displayed on its exterior the treasures found within. In each of these windowsill spaces will be the skeleton of a dinosaur, staring down at the passersby below like an avant-garde sculpture about to come to life. Imagine what it will look like at night!”
-Daniel Liebeskind, Breaking Ground
to be honest, I wasn't too thrilled about the design, but after reading his book, I've come to understand the necessity for buildings like his; I'm excited to see what it finally looks like. I've been a fan of Liebeskind's ever since I saw photos from the Jewish Museum in Berlin. At first I was a bit startled at the starkness...light and dark intersecting each other at acute angles, fragmented lines...but there exists a syllogism admidst all of the haphazardness: despite the fragmentation, separation, dissolution...there can be coherence, unity despite brokenness. Architecture is what grounds time, and as such buildings should go beyond functionality. I think everyone knows that feeling of being happily overwhelmed by emotion when they enter a place that exudes beauty, power,...soul...which is why I'm frustrated with the number of big box plazas that are popping up all over the GTA. Drive West on Steeles and you'll become depressed by the overgrowth of those beige false-fronted boxes. The heart of Waterloo is dying because business is leaving the downtown core to patron the big boxes lying on the outskirts. Guelph citizens are fighting to keep Walmart out of their town.
sigh.
but i'm not going to cop out and say i don't hang out at my local big box. i do. and it sucks. darn you big boxes and your seductive convenience! aaaaagh.
to ease my conscience, i wish they'd at least inject a little creativity!! oy!
http://www.daniel-libeskind.com/projects/
I get to work off-site tomorrow!!!!!!!! Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!! Anyone want to meet me for lunch? I’ll be in lovely lovely lovely MARKHAM!!!
if any of you were worried about the ROM extension that is currently being built, here are some words from the architect:
“The extension tilts towards the sidewalk with striking three-storey glass display cases. Not often has a museum displayed on its exterior the treasures found within. In each of these windowsill spaces will be the skeleton of a dinosaur, staring down at the passersby below like an avant-garde sculpture about to come to life. Imagine what it will look like at night!”
-Daniel Liebeskind, Breaking Ground
to be honest, I wasn't too thrilled about the design, but after reading his book, I've come to understand the necessity for buildings like his; I'm excited to see what it finally looks like. I've been a fan of Liebeskind's ever since I saw photos from the Jewish Museum in Berlin. At first I was a bit startled at the starkness...light and dark intersecting each other at acute angles, fragmented lines...but there exists a syllogism admidst all of the haphazardness: despite the fragmentation, separation, dissolution...there can be coherence, unity despite brokenness. Architecture is what grounds time, and as such buildings should go beyond functionality. I think everyone knows that feeling of being happily overwhelmed by emotion when they enter a place that exudes beauty, power,...soul...which is why I'm frustrated with the number of big box plazas that are popping up all over the GTA. Drive West on Steeles and you'll become depressed by the overgrowth of those beige false-fronted boxes. The heart of Waterloo is dying because business is leaving the downtown core to patron the big boxes lying on the outskirts. Guelph citizens are fighting to keep Walmart out of their town.
sigh.
but i'm not going to cop out and say i don't hang out at my local big box. i do. and it sucks. darn you big boxes and your seductive convenience! aaaaagh.
to ease my conscience, i wish they'd at least inject a little creativity!! oy!
http://www.daniel-libeskind.com/projects/
Tuesday, November 09, 2004
can people die from too much computer radiation??
IamslowlygoingcrazyonetwothreefourfivesixSWITCH
slowlygoingcrazyamisixfivefourthreetwooneSWITCH.
I tried waking up at six today to go for a run/walk with Remy, but failed. Running at night is nicer (in that I’m not gritting my teeth as much, hah!), but it’s also a lot scarier. I get really paranoid, especially when I’m on Brimley, south of Denison, or near Aldergrove Park. I wouldn’t even try to venture outside past 7pm if I didn’t have my dog with me. I wish I didn’t get so scared sometimes, especially when weather conditions are really nice. I wish my neighbourhood wasn’t so sketchy at night. I wish Remy would be more inclined to attack strangers instead of attacking ME.
So I guess I’ll have to find a way to get up a wretched half-hour earlier. Grumble grumble. In addition, I am starting to resent the shrill peppiness of Bob and Erin in the Morning on 97.3 FM !!!!!!!!!! aagggh!!!!!! What is with adult morning show hosts and their fixation with Genesis/Phil Collins???? make it STOP.
On a happier note, I found out that I share a birthday with….
MEGAN FOLLOWS!!
http://famouscanadianwomen.com/famous/march.htm#14
Read it and weep Liz! Muahahaha
IamslowlygoingcrazyonetwothreefourfivesixSWITCH
slowlygoingcrazyamisixfivefourthreetwooneSWITCH.
I tried waking up at six today to go for a run/walk with Remy, but failed. Running at night is nicer (in that I’m not gritting my teeth as much, hah!), but it’s also a lot scarier. I get really paranoid, especially when I’m on Brimley, south of Denison, or near Aldergrove Park. I wouldn’t even try to venture outside past 7pm if I didn’t have my dog with me. I wish I didn’t get so scared sometimes, especially when weather conditions are really nice. I wish my neighbourhood wasn’t so sketchy at night. I wish Remy would be more inclined to attack strangers instead of attacking ME.
So I guess I’ll have to find a way to get up a wretched half-hour earlier. Grumble grumble. In addition, I am starting to resent the shrill peppiness of Bob and Erin in the Morning on 97.3 FM !!!!!!!!!! aagggh!!!!!! What is with adult morning show hosts and their fixation with Genesis/Phil Collins???? make it STOP.
On a happier note, I found out that I share a birthday with….
MEGAN FOLLOWS!!
http://famouscanadianwomen.com/famous/march.htm#14
Read it and weep Liz! Muahahaha
Friday, November 05, 2004
it's friiiday la!
even though i just had lunch, i still have this enormous craving for perogies. i was in the local history collection and nearly doubled over from huge hunger pangs. then, through the hunger haze, i saw a book on ukrainian settlers in brampton. the clouds parted, the heavens beamed down on me kindly as i recalled the perfection of perogies. those savoury little pockets of potato, onion, and cheese...yumm...perogies or bust!! what i would do for some right now...=( the situation reminded me a bit of a short story called "Bakery Attack," where a husband and wife team up at 2:30am and hold up a Tokyo McDonald's to satisfy their crippling hunger pains. They make the staff grill up 30 burgers, ignoring the manager's plea to just take the money instead. When the husband makes the manager close the rolling shutters in the front, the manager balks, afraid of the consequences he'll face if upper management finds out he closed the store early. hhahahaha, so japanese.
anyways. i still want perogies. onegai!!
hmmm...
even though i just had lunch, i still have this enormous craving for perogies. i was in the local history collection and nearly doubled over from huge hunger pangs. then, through the hunger haze, i saw a book on ukrainian settlers in brampton. the clouds parted, the heavens beamed down on me kindly as i recalled the perfection of perogies. those savoury little pockets of potato, onion, and cheese...yumm...perogies or bust!! what i would do for some right now...=( the situation reminded me a bit of a short story called "Bakery Attack," where a husband and wife team up at 2:30am and hold up a Tokyo McDonald's to satisfy their crippling hunger pains. They make the staff grill up 30 burgers, ignoring the manager's plea to just take the money instead. When the husband makes the manager close the rolling shutters in the front, the manager balks, afraid of the consequences he'll face if upper management finds out he closed the store early. hhahahaha, so japanese.
anyways. i still want perogies. onegai!!
hmmm...
Tuesday, November 02, 2004
_____!
"otsukaresama" and "gambatte" are really fantastic words, and on two separate occassions yesterday, I wanted to use them to express my good wishes but remembered i was in brampton, not osaka. sigh. any possible english equivalent seems horribly trite... or just too forced. just doesn't flow you know?
also, i have to stop using "cool" reflexively when trying to show interest in something, especially the unnecessarily drawn out and enthusiastic “coooool!”; it makes me sound like i'm 15 years old, or extremely simple.
Are you not sure when you should use “cool” either? Take this quiz to test your verbal intuition:
Situation A
Supervisor: So here are the new infra-red goggles that we just bought so the staff can play laser quest during their lunch hour if they so wish.
Me: Coooool!!
Situation B
Supervisor: So here are the paper cups we use to drink water out of when in the lunch room.
Me: Cooool!!
Q: Which one is appropriate? A or B?
Answers:
If you chose A, Congratulations! you are on your way to an upper management position!
If you chose B, Congratulations! you are my best friend. But not very cool. That’s why I like you =)
good luck tonight America. Vote Kerry. He actually believes that global warming is a real problem.
"otsukaresama" and "gambatte" are really fantastic words, and on two separate occassions yesterday, I wanted to use them to express my good wishes but remembered i was in brampton, not osaka. sigh. any possible english equivalent seems horribly trite... or just too forced. just doesn't flow you know?
also, i have to stop using "cool" reflexively when trying to show interest in something, especially the unnecessarily drawn out and enthusiastic “coooool!”; it makes me sound like i'm 15 years old, or extremely simple.
Are you not sure when you should use “cool” either? Take this quiz to test your verbal intuition:
Situation A
Supervisor: So here are the new infra-red goggles that we just bought so the staff can play laser quest during their lunch hour if they so wish.
Me: Coooool!!
Situation B
Supervisor: So here are the paper cups we use to drink water out of when in the lunch room.
Me: Cooool!!
Q: Which one is appropriate? A or B?
Answers:
If you chose A, Congratulations! you are on your way to an upper management position!
If you chose B, Congratulations! you are my best friend. But not very cool. That’s why I like you =)
good luck tonight America. Vote Kerry. He actually believes that global warming is a real problem.
