sitting across some guys on the train who are voicing loudly – and rather embarrasingly, considering they’re from that:
1. lord of the rings was mediocre,
2. clash of the titans was “awesome” and
3. star wars ep.1-3 were pretty good (could be better), but ep. 6 was not great.
WRONG, wrong, and whatdoyouhaveforbrains WRONG.
Why must we be scheduled to work during a push, when EVERYTHING bloody BREAKS?
Can’t we have one shift off?? One bloody shift for crying. out. loud. Instead of having me do everything 4 times over while running into errors at every step, so the whole damn process takes 6 times longer to complete. That’s assuming I don’t sleep, of bloody course.
WHYYYYYYYYYYYY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY
SCREW PUSH, and SCREW YOU CRAZY SHIT-SPEWING INDECENT NUTJOBS (yeah, we know who you are)
Better lose some weight before I fly home.
I can already imagine being greeted with the usual, “Oh, you’ve put on weight! … oh, no, that’s good; you look healthy.” Being fed by a team of chefs four (4!) times daily is a bit of a mixed blessing. :/
– work out more: go to bhangra class, or at least go to the gym more often
– eat less: seriously. lunch doesn’t have to be the size of your head. and you really don’t need to eat a whole meal between lunch and dinner.
ARGH. I thought waking up to the fire alarm blaring at 1 am was going to be a thing of the past after college.
How horribly familiar it all felt — the wailing alarm; the booming, disembodied ‘keep-calm’ voice; haphazardly pulling on clothes and shoes in a state of half-consciousness (and realising later what a hack job it was); stumbling down the stairs and out the building; then shivering in the bloody cold, waiting for the firefighters to GET over and give the all clear; waiting aeons for the only two elevators and having to stop at every floor.
Oh, and finally, trying to go to sleep again. Oh yes.
Fuck you, fire alarm tripper. I hope you burn.
Until very recently, I lived in a city where people keep safe behind armed guards, metal gates, deadlocks and alarm systems. After all, one’s home has to be one’s fortress since every door, every window — every balcony, even — is a potential entry for break-ins.
You may think I exaggerate the danger, but consider: If someone really wanted to enter a building, there are any number of possible ways to do so. Anything you throw up is just a bump in the road. Still, the idea that one ought to set up as many layers of security as possible is really centred around the hope that any burglers would choose the path of least resistance, and hit your neighbour instead.
I live in a different city now. The risks are more or less the same, but the difference in mentality…! One could almost stroll into somebody’s house and make a cup of tea before anyone’s any the wiser.
So as I sit here, on my own, inside a home that has ground access, one door, one silly turn-lock and unbarred ceiling-to-floor windows all around the living room, I’m feeling just a little nervous. How incredibly easy it would be for someone to break into this place! A piece of wire — a heavy rock, hurled with a bit of force —
I wonder if I will sleep well tonight. And if I sleep, if I will hear the turn of a lock, glass shattering, or footsteps in the hall.
Watch on posterous
body of email is description?
change to hold back change
this rock grows ever larger
hours tumble by
faster, faster —
has yet to catch up with