tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88885160821741196762024-03-05T13:16:46.654-08:00This Is What I Do When I Should SleepAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641544091720809504noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8888516082174119676.post-26050527692101621862013-05-20T15:52:00.001-07:002013-05-20T15:52:18.414-07:00Can't stop listening to...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641544091720809504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8888516082174119676.post-24438627547923580242012-11-16T17:28:00.000-08:002012-11-16T17:28:58.612-08:00What can happen in a year?It's funny how much can happen in one year.<br />
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People whose birthdays I celebrated with last year have come back around, even though it feels like it was only a few months ago.<br />
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A Halloween which was planned for weeks in advance last year, was a last minute job this year. <br />
A weekend camping in the sunshine by the river, now a wet weekend painting my nails all pretty.<br />
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Never would I have guessed that in a years time, I would be living in Spain, learning Spanish and still teaching. <br />
But it's different this time. The school is much better organised, and they make you feel valued. You are a priority and everything isn't immediately your fault.<br />
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This time two years ago, I was on the first tour of Taiwan, by train, going around the coast. I saw the <a href="http://traveltaiwan101.blogspot.com/2010/11/chuhuo-in-kenting.html" target="_blank">ground on fire</a> - a natural crack in the earth's crust causing a gas leak. <br />
With still relatively no Chinese, clueless as to the treasures that Taiwan had to offer.<br />
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<br />Halloween 2010 was a lot of fun. So was Halloween 2011, but during the time in between, I hadn't really progressed, and that the difference between Halloween 2011 and Halloween 2012 - I've done so much in one year, it's hard to believe how quickly time has passed!<br />
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And essentially, that's why I left Taiwan. As awesome as it was, for all the comfort and familiarity, I need more than the odd party now and then.<br />
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This last year has been full of ups and downs but I've been to 5 different countries, studied two diplomas, had lessons for three different languages, caught up with friends and seen every family member, which is no mean feat in itself.<br />
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It's been a wonderful adventure. When I look back to two years ago, I see a younger more naive version of myself. In two years time I hope I will think that I am naive now! Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641544091720809504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8888516082174119676.post-89701678700120676682012-10-26T18:02:00.002-07:002012-10-26T18:02:47.283-07:00HomesickAh, I think I'm feeling homesick.<br />
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We learnt about Culture Shock and it's five stages in university to prepare us for our year abroad.<br />
The five stages being:<br />
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<li>The Disintegration Stage</li>
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<li>The Autonomy Stage</li>
<li>The Interdependence Stage</li>
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*<i>source: The Five Stages of Culture Shock: Critical Incidents Around The World - Paul Pederson 1995</i><br />
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The honeymoon stage is easy to recognise as you feel like you're still on holiday. Everything is beautiful. Everything still is beautiful here. I am so happy to be here. I look at my desk with the mobile phone plan in Spanish and a easy to read story book in French and I feel lucky. I'm learning new languages, which I'm discovering is a hobby of mine, living in a new country, in a beautiful city, with a happy warm family. I know I am in the 1% when it comes to favourable fortunes.<br />
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Yet for the last 2 weeks I've been feeling sick. But not the cool respectable sick, like flu. No, it's the kind of sick you get when you're sad. Can homesickness be literal? Like seasickness? And is there a pill I can take for it? Because it feels like I'm on a beautiful cruise ship but I can't appreciate the experience while I'm in the bathroom spewing.<br />
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<a href="http://edition.cnn.com/2010/HEALTH/08/16/homesickness.not.about.home/index.html" target="_blank">This article</a> on the CNN website says that homesickness isn't really about 'home' but about our need for love, security and protection which we associate with home. Thus when we are away from these things, we miss them, and home.<br />
But then it goes on to say that previous experience being away from home inoculates against a future bout of homesickness.<br />
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Now if this were true, I should be so immune that doctors are using my blood to make the aforementioned pill to cure homesickness.<br />
<br />This is the seventh time I've moved away from (a) home for a period longer than 2 months. I should be a pro at this.<br />
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But I'm not. I find myself thinking about my family, my friends, my exes. Wondering what they're doing with their lives as I begin yet another life experiment. I drift in and out of conscientious consciousness.<br />
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When I am confronted with Facebook, I see people eating dumplings and going to the mountains in Taiwan, I miss <i>that</i>.<br />
I reminisce about good times, friends I miss, happy days that we shared. <br />
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Maybe most of all, I miss the family I had in Taiwan. I really do love these guys. The five of us in that apartment had such a great dynamic, probably impossible to ever replicate. If I feel homesick, it's probably homesick for these guys. <br />
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The article is right; I miss the familiar. I need ol' familiar to come and give me a great big hug right about now.<br />
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It's probably why I've found comfort in the songs that I used to listen to while I was in Taiwan including the <a href="http://8tracks.com/lytebryte25/songs-to-lie-on-your-bed-and-stare-at-the-ceiling-to" target="_blank">playlist </a>in the <a href="http://thisiswhatidowhenishouldsleep.blogspot.co.uk/2012/10/flightless-bird.html" target="_blank">previous post</a>.<br />
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It's strange for me that after all this time, I still miss Taiwan. I don't think I missed England for this long. Is Taiwan the one I let get away...?Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641544091720809504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8888516082174119676.post-54849660573112154012012-10-24T11:53:00.001-07:002012-10-24T11:53:22.422-07:00Thought of the day....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641544091720809504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8888516082174119676.post-85784980637937687232012-10-21T12:40:00.001-07:002012-10-21T12:42:44.661-07:00Flightless BirdAutumn has announced it's arrival!<br />
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The leaves are changing colour and littering the landscape, and the weather is decidedly colder.<br />
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Mandarins, pears and pumpkins are in season. Whispers of who's wearing what for Halloween.<br />
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Scarves are seen, hats and gloves will be soon, jackets seeing daylight for the first time since summer.<br />
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A timid sun plays peek-a-boo through the leaves.<br />
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The world has turned in to a blend of browns, oranges and reds.<br />
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For many it's their favourite season, and it's not difficult to see why.<br />
Autumn turns the world a sentimental sepia.<br />
My most beautiful Autumn was in America. All these photos were taken in 2007 when I lived Chicago and a couple from a camping trip I took in the Smoky Mountains in Tennessee. I have such happy memories of that time.<br />
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Autumn also brings the chill with it. And on those days when your brain is running slower than usual, and you're feeling a bit under the weather in general, <br />
where do you seek comfort?<br />
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A mug of hot tea?<br />
A long hot bath with scented oils?<br />
A movie under the duvet?<br />
Junk food?<br />
A cosy nap? <br />
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Maybe even all of these over the course of a day.<br />
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I've been having such a day, and I've found comfort in sound. Snuggled under the duvet listening to <a href="http://8tracks.com/lytebryte25/songs-to-lie-on-your-bed-and-stare-at-the-ceiling-to" target="_blank">this playlist on </a><a href="http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=8888516082174119676" target="_blank">8tracks</a>.<br />
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Pop it on, close your eyes and close the door on the world with all it's worries.<br />
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It's a 31 minute mental massage for a tired and tightly wound brain that's got too much on it.<br />
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Before it's done, you'll have more clarity to face the responsibilities that don't care how you're feeling unless you're in the hospital. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My first and last pumpkin carving!</td></tr>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641544091720809504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8888516082174119676.post-33049943854892881282012-09-30T13:35:00.001-07:002012-09-30T13:36:30.415-07:00My wish to the universe<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Have you ever felt like you go through life in a dream?<br />
Where nothing is really real, everything is just the way it is. Routines pass days and emotions are never high and never low.<br />
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It's human nature to adapt, right? We get used to things that perhaps a few years ago we would've thought unbearable, or conversely, we dreamt about.<br />
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Does it have to be human nature to take things for granted? Because that's what it means to get used to something. You don't fully appreciate every little thing that you did at the beginning, every meal, every building, every sunbeam through the leaves because it's become <i>normal</i>.<br />
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I don't think there are many words that make me shudder as much as when I hear the word <i>normal</i>.<br />
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When used to describe someone, it's usually done in a positive way. But what is a normal person? How many "weird" people have you come across in your lifetime? Or even the last time you were meeting new people. There's always at least one person that you think, "oh, they're a bit weird."<br />
If being normal means belonging to the majority, then are we who assume ourselves normal, actually the weird ones? <br />
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When the word normal is used to describe a situation, it acts to justify it. For example, a bank wants to charge you £$30 to transfer money to another account. That's normal practice. But you know it doesn't cost them a penny to actually perform the transaction. <br />
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There are some things which are normal and we get used to it. Or perhaps we don't know any different. The normals where if the majority are doing it, then we'll follow almost without thinking.<br />
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Mullets were in fashion once.<br />
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What if all the banks told you tomorrow that you had to keep a minimum of $500 in your account to keep banking with them?<br />
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That's what banks in Hong Kong do.<br />
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Those are the normals that we shouldn't be used to. We shouldn't be used to a society that is dictated by materialistic goals and a bombardment of marketing that creates an imaginary need.<br />
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Then there are the normals where it's a blessing that people are able to get used to.<br />
Things like poverty, hunger, famine, drought. If everyday is a struggle, a fight to stay alive, the peak that comes from getting a bit of food, the appreciation for clean water, that's what becomes the abnormal.<br />
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We are most apt at appreciating the abnormal pleasures.<br />
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If there is one thing I could wish for, I would wish for the ability to appreciate everyday. Not in the "man, I sure am glad that it's not raining today and I have food to eat." But I mean in the same way as those who are hungry appreciate food, those who are homeless appreciate shelter.<br />
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Think about it like this:<br />
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You save up for a year to go travel around the world for 6 months. You hold back from buying the new iPad, you restrict your unnecessary outgoings, and you work as many hours as you can to escape to a new beautiful exotic foreign land.<br />
Then as you're on your trip, you go to 15 different places, you see waterfall after waterfall, beach after beach, mountain after mountain, city after city.<br />
Somewhere along that 6 month trip, you start to feel like all waterfalls
look the same, mountains are just mountains and beaches are just
beaches.There are a couple of days when you<i> just don't feel like</i> waking up at the crack of dawn to make the most of the day. You'll catch the sunrise tomorrow, or the next place, where you hear it's even more beautiful.<br />
The you come home and are relieved to be back, in your bed, eating familiar food, speaking a familiar language. Things that you couldn't get whilst you were away become fantastic, and even the feeling that you aren't going anywhere for a while is welcome.<br />
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Beauty is only beautiful when it's different from the norm.<br />
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No matter where you go in the world, seeking out pleasure, seeking out the next adventure, the next thrill, it will only ever be the difference between your last pleasure/adventure/thrill.<br />
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And to me, that's the biggest shame. I don't want to get used to living somewhere beautiful. I want that same feeling of wonder and romanticism every time I experience something. I want to appreciate the kindness of others as much the 150th time as I did the first time.<br />
When we get used to beauty, then what was normal before becomes insufficient. Maybe even ugly. <br />
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I want the strength to think about things that are considered normal and come to my own conclusions as to whether it's right or wrong.<br />
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I hope beauty is never normal to me, I want to appreciate every day, every friendship, every act of kindness and recognise everyday blessings.<br />
I want the ability to never, not even for a second, take anything for granted.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641544091720809504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8888516082174119676.post-45282466174121844042012-09-05T16:30:00.000-07:002012-09-05T16:35:17.166-07:00Living the dream in España!3 months ago, I climbed in to the mouth of Britannia in the hope that a job would just land on my lap. Today she spits me back out for my arrogance and complacency.<br />
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<a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/spain" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7z6UJxih39kh_Kf3wnRdZHY3SWmY51Z46r3hL8DaCwWZ5f48VQutTnRGmRJwJOOU32n4mNjGm72-_VUOBz3U5Lvh5V73Hv75o377G-9AOKqd-vj7vNom2Z0aRfoodgZBS-sA3EZ8gR6-S/s400/Capture1.PNG" width="262" /></a>And where should I go? Where nearly <a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/news/datablog/2012/jan/26/europe-population-who-lives-where">400,000</a> other Brits have moved to - Spain!<br />
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The country might be in the grip of an economical crisis, but it doesn't <i>appear </i>to have hindered it's EFL industry.<br />
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That's what the EFL teachers I've spoken to have said anyway.<br />
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Unemployment is currently at <a href="http://www.google.co.uk/publicdata/explore?ds=z8o7pt6rd5uqa6_&met_y=unemployment_rate&idim=country:uk&fdim_y=seasonality:sa&dl=en&hl=en&q=uk+unemployment" target="_blank">8% in the UK</a>, that's 2.65 million people without a job. That's the lowest it's been all year. (Thank you Olympics) <br />
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Yet Spain's is at 25%! <br />
That's the highest in Europe for the fourth year in a row.<br />
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So isn't it a bit backwards to be leaving the UK and getting a job in a country that is struggling to keep itself running? <br />
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What's wrong with the UK? Well, nothing. The difference here is whether you'd be willing to be under-employed in one place over the other.<br />
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I'm teaching English in Spain because it's beautiful, sunny and well, what else do you need? The rent is cheap and the lifestyle is laid back (Sangria anyone?) It's a cheap flight home and you're surrounded by historic architecture and the beach is not far away.<br />
Your salary here can provide you a pretty comfortable standard of living and it's easy to save a little at the end of each month.<br />
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Simples! Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641544091720809504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8888516082174119676.post-24697947663715111762012-08-16T17:32:00.000-07:002012-08-17T06:41:38.855-07:00Nation of BratsNew graduates are facing higher hurdles and smaller hoops than ever before, with new "tricky" recruitment practices and employers filtering their candidates by arbitrary means. From application forms requesting the applicant to use green ink and ignoring all who don't, to companies ignoring any C.V written using Times New Roman (strictly off the record of course).<br />
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While graduates are facing an unemployment rate of around 16% - 19%, more are settling on a lower skilled job (source: <a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/news/datablog/2012/mar/06/graduate-employment-low-skill-jobs" target="_blank">ONS via The Guardian</a>) and jobs that pay less than they would have preferred. Furthermore, according to <a href="http://www.hrmagazine.co.uk/hro/news/1073042/a-graduates-forced-claim-jobseekers-allowance-totaljobs" target="_blank">HR Magazine</a> more than a third of UK graduates who have searched for a job for over 6 months are now claiming Job Seekers Allowance.<br />
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But during a time where our country is struggling economically, is our "nanny state" government's attitude towards people who claim benefits too soft? <br />
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The Job Seekers Allowance, aka The Dole has a mixed reputation. <br />
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While I like to think I'm somewhere in the middle, I do think that too many people in England feel like the world, or at the very least, the government, owe them a higher standard of living. New Zealand judge John Tapene summed it up beautifully:<br />
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<i>"Always we hear the cry from teenagers 'What can we do, where can we go?' <br />
... My answer is, "Go home, mow the lawn, wash the windows, learn to
cook, build a raft, get a job, visit the sick, study your lessons, and
after you've finished, read a book." </i></blockquote>
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</i><br />
<i>"Your town does not owe you recreational facilities and your parents
do not owe you fun. The world does not owe you a living, you owe the
world something. You owe it your time, energy and talent so that no one
will be at war, in poverty or sick and lonely again."</i></blockquote>
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</i><br />
<i>"In other words, grow up, stop being a cry baby, get out of
your dream world and develop a backbone, not a wishbone. Start behaving
like a responsible person. You are important and you are needed. It's
too late to sit around and wait for somebody to do something someday.
Someday is now and that somebody is you..."</i></blockquote>
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Claiming benefits is a privilege that only those who really need it should be able to do. Our government provides a fantastic service to those who are willing to help themselves.<br />
The unemployed do not need to be mollycoddled, and believe me, they are. This image is taken straight from the <a href="http://www.direct.gov.uk/prod_consum_dg/groups/dg_digitalassets/@dg/@en/documents/digitalasset/dg_200090.html" target="_blank">JSA website</a>:<br />
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With rent being as high as it is these days, many unemployed fresh graduates will have no choice but to live at home. £56.25 a week is not bad pocket money. <br />
There are further seperate benefits for things such as rent and dependents. The government provides travel reimbursement for interviews, there's help with starting costs such as any special clothing required for the job, and they will even help with things such as rent or mortgage repayments during the first month of employment to tie you over until pay day. Pretty much all the financial bases are covered.<br />
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Part of the JSA process when you're over 25 is that you have to attend a mandatory group session where a lady will tell you not to undersell yourself, to use more "I" on your CV and not to worry. It's not your fault, it's just tough. You are there to learn about all the different ways the government can help you. No pressure to look for a job (you only need to show that you've <strike>applied for</strike> looked at 3 jobs a week), they don't shame you for being unemployed. You are just a poor unfortunate soul. <br />
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Are you though? Is everyone who's claiming JSA like some fresh graduates, who have spent the last few months looking for a job only to be still unemployed 6 months down the line? Or is our unemployment sofa, with the government cup of tea just a little bit too comfortable?<br />
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Most people are actually embarrassed to be in a situation
where they need to claim benefits. And it should be that way. Most of us
are proud to be hard working, contributing members of society and
that's the image that the government should be promoting. Benefits
should not been seen as the easy thing to do, and definitely not
encouraged.<br />
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<i>"<span class="huge">He that is good for making excuses is seldom good for anything else."</span></i></blockquote>
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Our unemployed don't need excuses, let alone excuses made for them. They are not sick children, they don't need baby talk and a teddy bear.<br />
They should be treated as responsible people and the world expects them to contribute. Motivate them and make them feel as John Tapene said: important and needed.<br />
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But there are still people in our country who think that the government doesn't give them enough.<br />
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While I was working at the Citizens Advice Bureau, I heard about
phone calls from people who were angry about not having enough money, appealing for more benefits, and those people who had gotten themselves in a spot of bother by deals
that were literally too good to be true.<br />
You know those e-mails
you get about how you've won a crazy amount of money, or from that guy
in Nigeria who's minted but needs help transfering money? Well someone
has to fall for it don't they? These are the people that call us.<br />
Yet the government provide legal advice and a lawyer if neccessary.<br />
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I also worked in a government organisation that
provides business advice. This includes seminars to help people start up
their own business and personal advisors. It's a brilliant organisation
with a vast source of information and resources. The minimum
requirement was that people have some sort of business plan. From there,
the advisors could suggest ways to improve it, recommend a specialised
seminar, often with guest speakers who could provide further advice, and
assist in securing funding from a bank.<br />
What else could people want? A hand out apparently. <br />
Pretty much every hour there would be someone calling up saying
they had some sort of business idea, (usually selling things online) and
needed £xxxx to set it up. No business plan, no further thought than
how much money they need. When they are told that we provide assistance but no direct funding, they get angry and curse the government.<br />
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A Nanny State is a wonderful thing; we are looking after our needy and vulnerable. Helping those in desperate times. We can provide services such as healthcare and education to those who wouldn't otherwise be able to afford it. But every nanny, parent, guardian, should be wary of raising spoiled brats! <br />
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No one is born with the right to welfare. There are many countries who don't have state funded health care or an extensive benefit system. There are also many who do, and arguably have a more efficient system than ours.<br />
Places like Norway have one of the highest tax rates in the world, do they think that they deserve more from the government? Probably. We are human after all, but why aren't they having riots about it?<br />
Why is their rate of unemployment still one of the lowest in the world at 3% (source: <a href="http://www.google.co.uk/publicdata/explore?ds=z8o7pt6rd5uqa6_&met_y=unemployment_rate&idim=country:no&fdim_y=seasonality:sa&dl=en&hl=en&q=norway+unemployment" target="_blank">Google public data</a>) when their highest tax bracket 48% and their VAT is 25%?<br />
#DebunkReaganomics<br />
What about their unemployment benefit? Well, they get almost <b>88%</b> of previous income earned (source: <a href="http://www.forbes.com/2008/06/27/unemployment-benefits-world-forbeslife-cx_mw_0627worldunemployment_slide_10.html?thisSpeed=undefined" target="_blank">Forbes 2008</a>) <br />
That unemployment sofa looks even more comfortable there, doesn't it?<br />
So why, do the Norwegians have a reputation
for happily paying their taxes?<br />
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Maybe they just have a better attitude than us. Maybe their government isn't pandering to those who are down, rewarding them consistently for "bad behaviour".<br />
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Sometimes, some people need help. They need motivation, not justification. People throwing a temper tantrums when they can't have their own way is symtomatic of a system that is obviously spoiling us. <br />
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When I was in school, through to when I graduated university, I wanted to be that proverbial change I wanted to see in the world. I had ideas about starting charities, helping people and being someone important. The ultimate dream was to work for the U.N. to travel around to the world, go to poverty stricken countries and feed the hungry.<br />
I still hold on to this dream, although much less tightly than I used to.<br />
Turns out that saving the world isn't easy. There's a lot of people in the world who also want to save it. They probably watched the same Oxfam ad that I did and decided that donating money wasn't enough. We wanted to feed them with our <i>bare hands.</i><br />
I got my dream after my first trip to China back in 2004. I saw a beggar on the street asking for money to feed his baby. The baby was in an oversized crib with a head 6 times larger than proportional to it's little body. What I had seen was the result of the baby milk scandal where powdered milk had been sold to families in China that had no nutritional value, leading to the malnutrition of hundreds of babies. This left me upset and angry, even years later and made me determined to do something so that this wouldn't happen again. I started dreaming up my orphanage scheme, where I would buy an orphanage and provide the same level of care to the children as those who were born in to more fortunate cicumstances. I remember an assembly in school where one of my teachers had adopted a baby from China and she told us of the conditions that they were kept in. I had further read about even worse conditions where babies were not so much cared for but left to die.<br />
I wanted an orphanage that was more than just shelter, but a home, where the children would learn the same values and have the same opportunities and education as a child from an average family. There would be nurses with full training, playrooms where they are encouraged to develop their skills and a house parent - much like a boarding school.<br />
I visit this dream every now and then and happily plant it in the future.<br />
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When I graduated, I knew I wasn't ready to enter the corporate world. I wasn't ready to commit to a life of slavery as I saw it at the time. I knew that if I did, it would be a long time before I would be able to do the things that I really wanted to do, which was travel. I figured that I was still young and this would be the only time in my life I could take the time to go off and do what I wanted without leaving behind a bucketful of responsibilities to worry about. I think a part of me believed that if I went and got that office job, it would shortly be followed by marriage, mortgage and children. All of which have more strings of responsibility than the world's worst bunny boiler.<br />
Going travelling in retirement also wasn't an option for me. I saw travel as the portal to discovery. It would shape the person I am and teach me things that will be important for the rest of my life. Not things that I wanted to learn when it's already a bit late.<br />
I also couldn't see a 75 year old version of myself going zorbing down a big hill or jumping off a waterfall.<br />
I decided to do a CELTA so that I could travel the world and have a job that pays a little better than bar work. I compared courses in different places, and decided that if a course in London, living at home was going to cost the same as going to Krakow and living there for a month, I would go to Krakow. It was a no brainer really.<br />
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When I completed the course, I was very excited about all the different places I could go around the world. Where would I live? What languages would I learn? Where would be a good spring board to go to other places from? When you're just starting out, it's the hardest. With no experience and nothing more than your qualifications, your bargaining rights are limited. I must've applied to 50 or more jobs, just anywhere and everywhere around the world that wasn't Europe. I wanted to get away as far as possible. I was one of those lazy applicants who sent out the same C.V and cover letter to every job. I had a phone interview with a school in Italy. It was a very small town on the coast and I remember being very nervous about finding a place to live and they had put me in touch with an older couple who could possibly help me. The pay was low and from what I could tell on the internet, living costs were high. But then I got another interview, this time with a school in Taiwan, but the interview itself would be held in London. I was very nervous the night before, but after the interview I felt great! I knew I had done well and exceeded their expectations so I was very excited. When I got the e-mail offering me the position I knew I would accept it and started planning my departure.<br />
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I received the job offer in January, but I wasn't due to fly out until April. That left me with a lot of time to work myself up in to a state of nerves.<br />
A list of some the things that I was worried about:<br />
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<li>It would be like China - a bit dirty and the people would be unfriendly.</li>
<li>I wouldn't fit in. </li>
<li>I wouldn't make any friends.</li>
<li>I didn't speak the language.</li>
<li>I didn't know anyone there.</li>
<li>I didn't know where I was going to live.</li>
<li>My living conditions would be really bad.</li>
<li>I wouldn't like Taipei.</li>
<li>What would my lifestyle be like there?</li>
<li>What would I eat?</li>
<li>What's there to do?</li>
<li>What if I don't make enough money to cover my living expenses?</li>
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While a couple of these were more curiosities than worries, every now and then it would pop up as a negative. The main one that worried me was that I wouldn't make any friends.<br />
But, I'm a determined (and perhaps a little stubborn) person, so in the face of the fears I had I did my best to ignore them all and got very excited about living in a new country.<br />
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When I first arrived, I must admit, I was terrified. My language skills were even worse than I thought and the whole city seemed expansive. There was plenty to love about the city, but two of my scariest memories are when I was lost. The first time I was trying to buy a mobile phone. Someone had told me to go to Ximen and gave me an address. For those of you who have never been, this place is a maze where all the streets look the same - crowded and full of little shops and street vendors. I have no idea how long I was there for looking for this place, asking people if they knew where it was but no one seemed to or they pointed in a vague direction. Language skills would've helped.<br />
In the end I felt completely overwhelmed, gave up and went home.<br />
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Me: 0 Taipei: 1<br />
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The second time, I was trying to get to Ikea. I spent 3 hours on buses and metros going around, back and forth to a place that was supposedly 30 minutes away. I was hot, frustrated, lost and scared. I almost ended up crying. But I refused to give up and go home so I conceded and took a taxi. Someone had been nice enough at the bus stop to write the address of Ikea for me on a piece of paper so I could give it to the taxi driver.<br />
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Me: 0.5 Taipei: 1.5<br />
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But this is just part of the process of moving to a new place. It happened to me in Chicago too where there is no language barrier. Cultural perhaps but nothing to hinder you asking for directions. The lesson I learnt is that obstacles are there to learn from. Being scared is just part of the process. Don't be scared of being scared.<br />
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My orginal plan was to go to Taiwan for one year, save some money and then go to Brazil for one year. I was firm in that plan until the time came where they asked me to sign another contract. I changed my mind and I didn't want to leave Taiwan at all. When I told them of my plan, which at the time was either:<br />
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a) find another job in another field in Taiwan<br />
b) study Chinese full time <br />
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They told me they would accomodate my studies.<br />
So after numerous job applications in different companies without success, I enrolled in the Chinese Culture University and study Chinese for three hours every morning and work in the evening. <br />
I was very happy doing this. I made new amazing friends and worked in schools where I was happy.<br />
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The irony is not lost on me that you have to have the bad to appreciate the good. So was the case for this particular time in my life. A few months passed and I started feeling antsy. I had a very strong external influence, the other angel on my shoulder (<a href="http://daniellelam.blogspot.co.uk/2012/07/a-late-night-pondering-catch-up-if-you.html" target="_blank">from this post</a>) reminding me that I had to settle down at some point. That I need to meet someone soon if I am to get married. Get a career to be financially stable.<br />
This didn't sound like an awful idea so I gave my notice in to quit my job and made plans to move to Hong Kong to study diplomas in Graphic and Multimedia Design.<br />
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This is where I went wrong.<br />
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My mind was full of what I should have accomplished, where I should be, what I should be doing.<br />
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I went to Hong Kong and started applying for office jobs. I wasn't even that fussy about what kind. I ended up going to interviews for banks, and going on training courses which essentially taught us nothing but told us how easy it would be to make money if we worked for them. I made some cool friends, met lots of people from Mainland China and had a laugh but I could feel myself having the inner dialogue. One where Angel Me is telling me how this is everything I didn't want, but Angel Ma was telling me that the money is good and that's important for my future goals.<br />
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I was confused and unsure. I didn't know what my path was anymore and I felt lost.<br />
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I already knew the finance world wasn't for me when I did the internship in Chicago with Merrill Lynch. If I took this job, I would have to meet ridiculously high targets by selling investments to people. And when you're first starting out, the only people you can sell to are your family and friends. This isn't something I wanted to do. I didn't have enough experience or knowledge to be advising anyone where to put there money and I felt that I would be cheating them for the sake of my own gains. <br />
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I didn't enjoy my time in Hong Kong. I found it very difficult to get assimilated and after 3 months of still not feeling like it was home, I started to look for jobs elsewhere.<br />
Happy coincidence was that it was my mum's 50th birthday and I decided that if I could get a job on a summer school in England, I would go back for the summer.<br />
Which is what I ended up doing.<br />
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So while I'm back in England, I'm trying to get creative and focus more on practicing what I learnt on the diploma courses. I would like to improve my writing and try to build more of an online presence. I'm happy with the year I've had so far.<br />
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The summer school I worked at was amazing. I met some really cool people - no weirdos. Other than a lazy bum of a Rec Director and David Brent-esq Fat Controller look-a-like Course Director I really enjoyed my time in Epsom.<br />
I got Grade 2 students, so barely beyond starter level, but some of them were 16! It was very challenging for me to teach things that they said they all knew but I still had to go over it. I tried to make it as interesting and fun as possible by playing ball games and utilising the smart board.<br />
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When they all passed the Trinity exam I was so happy. The whole experience was extremely rewarding and reminded me why I liked teaching to begin with.<br />
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I applied for jobs in Spain after hearing so many good things about it from the people in Epsom. My friend highly recommended one school after I told her I had applied to a few. It quickly became my first choice school and I was really hoping I would get it. I got the interview phone call while I was in Marks and Spencer rushing around to prepare for a party for four birthdays and our leaving of Epsom. It went really well and a few days later I heard from the school again to confirm their offer. I was so happy I couldn't stop smiling!<br />
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As happy as I was, I knew one person who wouldn't approve.<br />
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Cordoba looks beautiful. It's a short distance away from Seville and it's a historic city. It's not too large, it has all the modern amenities and the rent is cheap. I'm looking forward to living in a laid back environment, sipping on sangria!<br />
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All the picture quotes used are from Pinterest. <br />
<a href="http://pinterest.com/mistylamb86/motivation/" target="_blank">http://pinterest.com/mistylamb86/motivation/</a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641544091720809504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8888516082174119676.post-86707020174272499272012-07-31T07:02:00.000-07:002012-08-13T07:03:08.220-07:00A late night pondering - A catch up if you will.<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">
So yes, it's been a while since I've written anything. So much for that new years resolution. </div>
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So in the time since I last wrote something, I left Taiwan, I went to Thailand for three weeks, then to Hong Kong for three months, completed two diplomas in graphic and multimedia design and now I'm in the UK. I've been back for 2 months, in which I helped throw a surprise birthday party for my mum's 50th and then worked as a teacher on a camp in Epsom for three weeks.</div>
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So, in a nut shell that's what I've been up to.</div>
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Oh wait, one more thing, I've taken a job teaching in Spain, starting in September. </div>
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The reason I've finally made it to write another blog post is mainly because I can't sleep. As the title of this blog would suggest, most of my postings are during twilight hours when I have some Zzzz s to be catching.</div>
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Good writing should never be underestimated. It's the difference between Adrian Mole and your neighbours angsty daughter's diary. Or Anne Rice's Vampire Chronicles and Twilight. Or Twilight and <i>50 Shades....</i> Eurgh...</div>
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It's not something I've given enough thought to when writing this blog, mainly as I figured my audience would total in at one - that one being my mum. But as many others have demonstrated, a blog can gain popularity quite quickly. So perhaps rather than literally writing down words as I think them, maybe I should start thinking about what I actually write. </div>
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You might be able to tell that this isn't happening with this post, but hey, give me a chance. </div>
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This post is more like a diary entry. In that, I need to get my thoughts out. Albeit nonsensicle and probably lacking in any entertainment value whatsoever. No matter, this will be one of those posts that will get deleted some time in the future as it's too muhc gibberish to keep on the internet. There's enough of that already.</div>
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I'm just being considerate.</div>
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In the theme of Bridget Jones' Diary, Sex and the City, and all the other chick flick genres where the female protagonist finds the biggest problem in their otherwise pretty sweet lives is men, I find myself at a crossroad. </div>
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I'm sure that this is not unfamiliar to many women.</div>
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It's like having a conscience, but instead of a bad devil there's a mini me, doped up on too much Travel Channel, on the pursuit of adventure. And in place of the good angel, there's my mum, aka responsibility. Both are ever present, contradicting each other.</div>
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An adventure to me means freedom. Freedom to do what I want, go where I want, whenever I want. </div>
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Responsibilty means getting a career, staying in one place long enough to have a career, meeting a 'parent approved' guy, getting married, getting a mortgage etc etc etc.</div>
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I can never quite fully commit to one without the other tugging at me, whispering in my ear, making sure I don't forget, <i>there's something else you're not doing....</i></div>
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And in the kind words of my (actual) mother, "You're not getting any younger, if you don't marry someone soon, the good ones will be taken and you'll be left with the rubbish."</div>
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Or as someone else's nurturing parent said, "Some people marry later because obviously they're difficult to get along with and no one wants them."</div>
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Are they both right? Unfortunately, the answer is <i>possibly.</i></div>
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I mean, that's still no excuse for saying these things out loud to vulnerable unmarried women. And we can all think of reasons why they're wrong. </div>
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I may as well throw in the fact that both sources have been divorced. </div>
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So while I stand at the precipice of a new adventure, I still have the little mother on my shoulder tutting with her arms folded and shooting me looks of disapproval.</div>
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On the topic of men, it's not like I don't want to get married, it's just that it's hard when you're always going from place to place. Or when the specimens you meet are either past their sell-by date or about as ambitious as an Iceland ready meal. </div>
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There have been some real gems along the way but I'm so messed up I couldn't hold on to them if I was a 14th century wench and they were the plague.</div>
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(Funny how that part of London's history was missed out of the opening ceremony huh? I think it'd have been rather entertaining to see people covered in boils and swollen groins dancing to some obscure but you should <i>so</i> know it hispter music.)</div>
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But should you settle? At what age should you start considering that really nice unassuming lad who's always been a bit sweet on you but boring as hell? </div>
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I mean, he'll treat you nicely, he'll be there for you, you'll probably be the love of his life. But he won't be yours. When you have a fight, will you really respect his opinion? He'll have some stable steady job, and his exciting news for the day is that his office is getting a new printer. You'll suggest going to India for a month and he'll tell you all the economic reasons why you shouldn't and therefore won't. </div>
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Being in Asia didn't help me much either. They say there's plenty of fish in the sea, but I was in a pond. And all the fish were trout. But all I wanted was salmon. I'm hoping being back in Europe will improve my odds. It better.</div>
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Right I've gotten to the point where I cannot keep my eyes open, so I should get to bed. I will start a new blog page for my travels. A new blog for a new era - Spain! </div>
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Oh yeah, didn't you know I could speak Spanish? </div>
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Yeah, I really can't. Turns out just downloading a 'learn Spanish' app and listening to a few Spanish songs doesn't constitute as 'knowing' Spanish. </div>
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But hey, I'm like Tesco; every little helps!</div>
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And just like that, I've come up with a name for my new blog - Spanglish Senorita!</div>
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Link will be posted soon, watch this space!</div>
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D x</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641544091720809504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8888516082174119676.post-44999622230441761642012-01-18T07:11:00.000-08:002012-08-13T07:12:17.803-07:00Currently....Yesterday I flew from Taiwan to HK.<br />
Today I flew from HK to Thailand on a Hello Kitty plane.<br />
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Hopefully will find time to write a regular update.<br />
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Tomorrow: Temples and shopping!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641544091720809504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8888516082174119676.post-44669844465493130882011-12-28T06:58:00.000-08:002012-08-13T06:59:28.489-07:00The List<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Time to decide on some resolutions for the new year! </span><br />
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<li><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Write this blog more regularly, infact, at least every Monday and Thursday.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Keep exercising.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Eat less sugary things.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Choose a path and stay on it. </span></li>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I can't think of any others for the time being. If I do I'll add to the list!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Things that I want to have done in 2012:</span><br />
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<li><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Started on a career path.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Been to at least three countries and completed at least one thing on the adventure list.</span></li>
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<li><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Cycle around New Zealand.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Muay Thai training in Thailand for 3 months.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Cycle Vietnam Hanoi to HoChiMinh, then motorcycle back up.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Drive around Australia, living in a van.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Yoga in India for 3 months.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Trek Africa.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Backpack across many countries. </span></li>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">How did this happen?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">The last time I wrote anything was back in September and now here we are in November. I really need to set more time aside to write. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">In the time since I last wrote, I've cycled from Taidong to Hualien, been to Green Island, and many other things. I don't know how this happens.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I had a great Halloween last weekend but unfortunately I lost my bag! So there goes my camera, my keys, my purse and my phone! So silly of me. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I can't believe that I've only got 2 months left in Taiwan. I guess this means I should start organising my crap and planning my next move. I mean, if time keeps going by as it has been recently, I'm going to wake up tomorrow and it'll be January. The thought of leaving Taiwan makes me so sad, but at the same time I am just full of excitement for the next step, the next phase, the next destination. I'm excited for the people I'm going to meet, the sights I'm going to see and being reminded again how beautiful the world is. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">October was a great month, full of love, laughs and adventure. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I made more time to see friends whom I neglected in my pursuit of new things and remembered how amazing the people I've met here are. I've pushed myself, challenged myself to do things that scare me. Studying Chinese has been given me a new confidence in my own capacity to learn and given me more determination to study other languages. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">How can I leave the country which has made so many positive changes to me? </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I've learnt to be more independent, happy to be alone and cut my own trail. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">The outdoors is no longer a daunting place full of nothing but dirt, insects and uneven terrain. I want to go out! I want to get dirty and explore! Find a waterfall and jump in the plunge pool without worrying about whether it's clean or not. It's just mud. I know I couldn't have said that before. Getting sweaty is not disgusting, if I don't sweat then I didn't work hard enough. I want to be fitter so I can climb a higher mountain. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Tell this to an 18 year old me and I would've been incredulous. Sports wear was definitely not something that was on my list of cool. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I have a friend staying with me right now. She's been great to have here. She's a yoga instructor and actually one of the people who have inspired me to go to India for a yoga retreat. We've been doing yoga the last couple of days and it's been brilliant. We had an hour and a half session this afternoon before work and I feel fantastic! I appreciate having her here so much. She's listened to me whine and complain about the same old things patiently and always had advice. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">It's hard to say that I haven't had a blessed life. Sure I lost my bag over the weekend, but really, it's such a first world problem. I miss my phone the most. But it's material, and can be relatively easily replaced.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">You know, I woke up this morning super hurt, upset and unmotivated. But now, aided by my amazing friends I feel wonderful and happy. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641544091720809504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8888516082174119676.post-19120739934334422802011-09-08T11:30:00.000-07:002012-08-10T07:43:44.135-07:00Angela I miss youuuuuuuuu......<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I think I will only have 3 more months left in Taiwan, I will finish this semester and go to Hong Kong to save some money before setting out what I always intended to do: Travel. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">With everything that happens in life, you have to learn to recognise the difference between settling and opportunity. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I thoroughly enjoy living in Taiwan, but it's like I said before. It's just become so routine and mundane. It's easy to forget where you are. As more friends leave the island, I feel that it is time for me to do the same. But for the first time since I arrived, I am actually very excited for the next step. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">The deadline is January. Then onwards to a new unexplored (by me) frontier!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">In the meantime, here's the latest song that's been circling around in my head for the last few days. It's by a girl called Birdy and she is only <i>15 years old.</i> </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">D. </span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641544091720809504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8888516082174119676.post-8550270474877691552011-07-26T10:49:00.000-07:002012-08-10T07:46:34.976-07:00A song for you - Count on Me<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">This song has been stuck in my head for the last 2 weeks.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I was hooked on Bruno Mars' album, Doo-Wops & Hooligans for the longest time. But for some reason, for the last two weeks, this song just keeps repeating itself and I find myself humming it without even thinking. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">My life is a musical.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">D.</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641544091720809504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8888516082174119676.post-53470845591513367522011-07-12T06:53:00.000-07:002012-08-13T06:54:00.609-07:00It's the end of the world as we know it<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">The day has finally come! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Yes, I knew it would come eventually, but it just always seemed so <i>distant. </i> </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Next week begins <b>three</b> new things for me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">1. Chinese lessons every morning Mon-Fri</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">2. New schedule at two new schools, Banqiao and Yonghe</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">3. I move to the new apartment in Gongguan</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">It's nerve racking I must admit. Not just the prospect of all these new things but how I'm going to manage my time both working and studying and also, I'm going to navigate between them. They're all so far away from each other!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Nevertheless, I'm very excited for this new chapter. Hopefully it will put some spring back in to Taiwan, which, after 15 months has become so <i>normal.</i> </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Time to spruce up the old routine and find a new perspective. Meet some new people (I hope my classmates are cool... <i>I hope my new classmates are cool I hope my new classmates are cool I hope...</i>)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">It's time for a new adventure!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">You only live once, and only a tiny fraction of it can be responsibly devoted to irresponsible hedonism :)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Peace out <span style="font-size: large;">✌</span></span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641544091720809504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8888516082174119676.post-36857293338054240752011-06-29T13:14:00.000-07:002011-06-29T13:14:40.351-07:00You're worth it<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">So recently I learnt, or was told, that the reason Taipei seemed to have so many lesbians was because parents <i>encouraged </i>it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Don't confuse this with being supportive of being gay and then be disappointed by the lack of a gay pride parade and most of the gay community congregates in a cool but small area in Ximen (西門).</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">No, the real reason they support this is so that their over protected daughters can have some <b>relationship practice</b>. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Read that how you will, but parents like their daughters to find a "girlfriend" that they hold hands with, hang out and go on "dates" with so when they get a real "boyfriend" <i>they'll know what to do. </i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I'm pretty sure it doesn't go any further than the hand holding but wow Taiwan. In a country where there are so many girls who will admit to being in a relationship for the sake of the label rather than notions of compatibility, maybe there should be less emphasis on being in a relationship. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Women! You're allowed to vote! Your opinion and existence has the same value of any man. So why do you find it so hard to believe? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Instead of finding a man to define who you are, why don't you first define yourself? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Men! Those of you who are intimidated by strong women: Shame on you! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">What is society turning in to when women always have to be these submissive, helpless, damsels in distress waiting in their ivory towers for their prince charming to ride up on a white horse and save them from being a social outcast and eternal loneliness???</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Girls shouldn't need to feel like they have to be in a relationship to be acceptable in society. It's ridiculous that they should reach a certain age (30!!) and be seen to have "expired".</span><br />
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That's not your biological clock he's holding.</td></tr>
</tbody></table><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Do you believe that true happiness lies in a relationship? How many people could truthfully say no? From the moment we could hear, we are fed stories of blighted princesses who were saved from the claws of misery by a devilishly handsome hero. We are told that men are the key to happiness, they open the door and the other side is nothing but rainbows and bunny rabbits. Without them we are but at the whim of an evil step mother, an overbearing father, or these days, the critical eye of our peers.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Let's just ignore the fact that sometimes, just sometimes, we deserve more than the man we have. You know what they say; a bird in the hand is worth giving up ever finding true love and happiness. That's how the saying goes... Right?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I feel like I'm stating the obvious when I say, "You deserve better!" </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">It's the old cliché isn't it? The guy obviously doesn't respect you enough, he talks down to you, expects you to do everything for him, but every now and then he'll show you a morsel of appreciation and because you're so starved of affection it feels wonderful and that'll keep you going for another year or so. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Wake up and smell the burnt toast! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Every person has the propensity to be an asshole. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b>FACT</b>. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">It's whether or not the people around the said asshole puts up with it. We are but human, and we will push boundaries to see how much we can get away with. You allow us to act like assholes, then we will act like assholes. Essentially, we are all still children. We will push and push and push until someone slaps us on the ass and tells us to behave ourselves or we'll lose something we want. Be it a bedtime story or our spouse.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">The sad fact is, is that some lessons can only be learnt by walking away from the offending party. Forgiveness is not always a virtue. If a person cheats in a relationship, you can put them through hell to atone for their mistake, but if you forgive them, the lesson they learn is that you can forgive them for cheating. So it's likely to happen again. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">You walk away and they learn that they <b>will </b>lose the one they're with. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">So many times, relationships end, a few months down the line you see the other party in another relationship being everything you ever wanted them to be. You're left wondering why they couldn't be like that with <i>you</i>. It's because you taught them that lesson. The only thing left to do is to walk up to their new partner and whisper, <i>"you're welcome".</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">You deserve to be loved and happy. But contrary to popular belief, it comes from yourself. Only you know what makes you happy, and if you really think about it, it's probably not making compromises and arguing about bills. Being single is the only time you're allowed to be selfish; <b>embrace it</b>: You can go on an around the world vacation and not worry that you're spending your children's tuition fund. You can quit your job and not worry that your children will starve. You can pick up sticks and move to an exotic country and not worry that your partner doesn't want to. You're free to go with the wind and do anything you want.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> Don't stick in a relationship you're unhappy in. It will only get worse. Don't believe that a relationship is the key to happiness because unless you're in the right one, it's more like a big heavy iron padlock on that door to happiness.<i> </i></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641544091720809504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8888516082174119676.post-88536534656241754312011-06-29T06:56:00.000-07:002012-08-13T06:57:06.082-07:00Beauty is in the eye of the beholder<div style="text-align: right;"><br />
</div><a href="http://jeftoonportfolio.blogspot.com/2009/02/twisted-princess.html" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" border="0" height="460" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU_07mhmJd4UbTKIMo4AEtkKS4rbs-FN18mgfcyV-qt9KZE5TbMhXxyLj4-6tbzXheTRXPOo_BQqH31uLFvoO77QTH9WZg0_gGVB5UvB7LVwTgQwrNoF_UTdr_686_J2FAcn3phTKUrckx/s400/twistedprincess_mulan.jpg" style="clear: both; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" width="352" /></a><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">This picture is drawn by artist Jeffery Thomas and is shown on his <a href="http://jeftoonportfolio.blogspot.com/2009/02/twisted-princess.html">blog.</a></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">He has many drawings of zombie-like Disney characters. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">My favourite is Sleeping Beauty because I think it's the creepiest.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I don't know when I started thinking this kind of thing was cool and not just totally creeped out by it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I mean, I'm the girl who's scared of skeletons, zombies, and gets nightmares from haunted houses.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Maybe it's because this is actually really beautiful even though it's gory? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">See more on Jeffery Thomas' blog:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Then she will be working in Montreal with a marketing firm and meeting the people behind the magic of Cirque Du Soleil. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">My jealousy may contaminate this entire post.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Her leaving party was epic to say the least. Started with a pool party at her beautiful but distant apartment in Banqiao, followed by some KTV. While we figured we'd do KTV for about 2 hours, it turned in to an all night event which we finished at <i>3am! </i>We didn't even have time to go to a club as they were all closing! We ended up chilling out outside a 7-11 until the police moved us on and we chatted way in to the morning. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Ah Charlotte, always ready to have a good time, forever cheerful, optimistic and carefree. An alcohol induced kleptomaniac and great friend. I, and everyone who knew you in Taiwan will miss you greatly!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">D. </span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641544091720809504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8888516082174119676.post-31671020869064279072011-04-28T06:02:00.000-07:002012-08-13T06:03:42.951-07:00Ah those folks at Google sure do have a great sense of humour<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Driving Directions from Missouri, USA to Xindian, Taiwan by Google. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Click on the image to see full size</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641544091720809504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8888516082174119676.post-9239763022556539812011-04-18T11:39:00.000-07:002011-04-18T11:40:39.205-07:00Lenting<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaAe_4lmoIqKHiCq3Mfr9mNBjqwpO7DalvqGzVQXizsEid8ceG08blU4VS3H5t86htM3WfddQSc5F3ua2mIsRUJr0v5ivRwjBgnMoiJL-mfndK6E5DJij-dcZRGjIfD_JSQU_lBBnyM00/s400/chocolate2009cookies+008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">So it's almost the end of lent, only </span><b style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">5 more days</b><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">!!!!!</span><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">This year, as I have for the past four years now, I have given up meat and it's been going well!</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">But then I thought, you know, it's been a bit too easy.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">So in looking for a new challenge, I also merged another goal of mine which is to lose 15lbs.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">A couple of my friends have just begun a low carb diet this week so I thought I would give that a shot. Lent round 2 if you will.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I thought I would at least wait until the end of lent to give myself a fair chance. Giving up two delicious forms of happiness at one time is unrealistic for anyone.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">It hit me today that I have no idea what I would eat once this low carb nonsense starts so I decided to try and have a low carb dinner. I ended up having a salad sans dressing, an egg and a green tea. It wasn't so bad, it was yummy and I felt good about myself.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaAe_4lmoIqKHiCq3Mfr9mNBjqwpO7DalvqGzVQXizsEid8ceG08blU4VS3H5t86htM3WfddQSc5F3ua2mIsRUJr0v5ivRwjBgnMoiJL-mfndK6E5DJij-dcZRGjIfD_JSQU_lBBnyM00/s400/chocolate2009cookies+008.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaAe_4lmoIqKHiCq3Mfr9mNBjqwpO7DalvqGzVQXizsEid8ceG08blU4VS3H5t86htM3WfddQSc5F3ua2mIsRUJr0v5ivRwjBgnMoiJL-mfndK6E5DJij-dcZRGjIfD_JSQU_lBBnyM00/s320/chocolate2009cookies+008.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">An hour and 17 minutes later I had scoffed a packed of chocolate digestives and bought my first loaf of bread this year with full intention of eating the whole thing by tomorrow.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">This is going to be tough.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">How many times can a person turn themselves over? Surely you turn yourself over a few times and you're back to where you started...</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Who knows. </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">This year, my self improvement aims include:</div><ol style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><li>reading more</li>
<li>blogging more</li>
<li>trying to be more understanding and patient with people</li>
<li>learn to rough it</li>
<li> be more outdoorsy</li>
<li>learn to live frugally</li>
<li>getting my life goals back on track </li>
<li>have more self discipline</li>
<li>don't be so emotionally lead</li>
</ol><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">The first two are pretty basic and straightforward. Done.</span> <br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Trying to be more understanding and patient is hard when the other person is truly baffling in their thought process. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Take for instance, a conversation that happened last night:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Guy: "Are you Taiwanese?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Me: "No, I'm from England"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">G: "How long have you lived in England?"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">****FREEZE FRAME ON MY CONFUSED FACE*****</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Thought bubble from my head reads -</span><i><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> How long have I lived in England?? All my life?? I don't want to sound like a smart ass... Does he mean how long have I lived in Taiwan? </span></i><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">M: "How long have I lived in England?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">G: "Yes"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">M: "All my life"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">****FREEZE FRAME ON HIS CONFUSED FACE****</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">This is a guy from Delaware, U.S.A. You would've thought that he would be at least aware of the possibility of an Asian born abroad.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">That's when I cut and run from the conversation and avoided him until he left. I'm not sure all the patience in the world could humour that level of stupidity.</span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm6DJDHFUJGA3d7kHMgKYsLiILUmw9lMdl-0UM3mfNzuDJHAld3aPtrGXJlUKLmL9x9slpRHvxNdgxqDh4ei6ExSVyTQP_i2dsHx9ptNYYhoQPi12xaFGTo6zq0n_MtERbOhmZDFBc-Xd9/s1600/197452_753673375964_61304577_41448761_7748857_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm6DJDHFUJGA3d7kHMgKYsLiILUmw9lMdl-0UM3mfNzuDJHAld3aPtrGXJlUKLmL9x9slpRHvxNdgxqDh4ei6ExSVyTQP_i2dsHx9ptNYYhoQPi12xaFGTo6zq0n_MtERbOhmZDFBc-Xd9/s320/197452_753673375964_61304577_41448761_7748857_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Learning to rough it and living more frugally go hand in hand for me. I have slept in a 12 person bunk bed in a room that slept 20 people. This meant I slept in the same bed as 6 other people on the top bunk of a bed that stretched from wall to wall and 6 people slept below us on the bottom bunk. Opposite was a similar bunk bed that slept 8. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">But for $300NT (£6gbp/$9usd) a night, it's hard to argue and it was a comfortable nights sleep!</span><br />
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</div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Being outdoorsy for me is a challenge since I am pretty petrified of nature. It's not just the crazy poisonous insects that want to drink your blood and snakes that bite you (or eat you whole so I've heard) it's the uneven footing, the unpaved terrain and the lack of an adequate safety barrier between you and the 3000ft drop that's either side of you on hikes. Don't even get me started on the sketchy ladders and rope system that's meant to act as an aide to scale these vertical sheer cliff faces as you put your life in it's stringy "hands" if you will, and swing over a massive gap in the path. I'm sure if I got the right shoes it would be much easier... (Ha.)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Getting my life goals back on track would not be a problem if I knew what my life goals were.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Beyond being rich enough to be happy, I have lost my way a bit.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Let's come back to this one later.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">More self discipline!! Who doesn't need more self discipline? This year, for the fourth year, I have given up meat for lent. By golly it's not been easy. But it's definitely gotten easier as the years have gone by. Moreover, I give up one thing only to become fixed on something else - this year it's chocolate. Nutty chocolate. Ferrero Rocher, Chocolate Almonds, Peanut M&Ms, Snickers... You name it, I've eaten it in the last 35 days. Time to find a more worthwhile habit to kick.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">This leads me to my final aim on the list. I will give up being so damn emotionally lead. I feel it, I do it. I devise reason and logic around the thing I feel to justify it. This process should occur the other way around. I believe that in giving up this emotionally lead lifestyle, I will have less drama. I don't know what it is, but drama seems to follow me. Maybe I'm a drama queen (quite likely) or maybe I make decisions without thinking about the consequences (extremely likely), either way, I would like to lead a drama free life. Nay, let's be realistic - a drama <i>reduced</i> life.</span><br />
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<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641544091720809504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8888516082174119676.post-43449007981042347722011-04-17T04:18:00.000-07:002011-04-17T04:18:19.973-07:00Reasons Men Cheat<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Ah, the age old question... Why do guys cheat? Many reasons.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">In no particular order..</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">1. Because they don't know what they already have.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Let's over generalise here for the sake of simplicity. Some guys just have very low self esteem, hence why they will not realise what they have until it's gone. Or, as the case is more likely to be, they don't know what they have until they see other people wanting it. They see a new girl that the other guys are keen on and to prove their own self worth, they pursue it. They don't have enough confidence in their own decisions, neither in their own convictions, so they conform to what is in mass demand. Without third-party confirmation, they just don't know what is good and what isn't. </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">2. Because they think they're special.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Men with powerful influential jobs sometimes confuse this power and influence in their personal lives. They have A-type personalities; ultra competitive and ambitious. They want to be the best and always looking for a challenge, they don't want to stay in one spot too long. </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">See how easily that could be transferred in to one's personal life?</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Think about the celebrities who cheat on their wives. You would think that being married would mean the end of such things. But unfortunately no. It's not even like they're cheating on Anne Widdecomb lookalikes, they're cheating on the likes of Liz Hurley, Hilary Clinton and Elin Nordegren, so what hope does that leave the rest of us? NO! Don't think like that! The fact that men can cheat on beautiful, intelligent and self-made women goes to show that it's really not so much about us, it's about them. </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">3. Because they got married too early.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">This can almost go under the first reason; they don't know what they already have. But in this case, they did know what they had, they married it, and then later realised that maybe they should've played the field a bit more for some genuine appreciation of what they really have. Or quite simply, they thought they had it good but then realised it could be better later on. No one's at fault, people grow apart. Romantic as it is to marry your childhood sweetheart, if you're 35, married for 15 years to a person who you no longer have anything in common with and is not even on your wavelength, it would be understandable to break up. Cheating however, is just the cowards way out. </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">4. Because he's not ready to commit.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">You're perfect, he's perfect, it's the perfect relationship. But then you find out he cheated on you. And with some girl he doesn't even care about. And she's ugly. The only question you have is<i> "Why?"</i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">This whole thing can be summed up with one sentence I heard recently.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">"I want to spend the rest of my life with her, I want to marry her, but just not yet."</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">In other words, this is the girl I want to spend the rest of my life with, but I'm not quite ready for the rest of my life to begin. (When Harry Met Sally anyone?)</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">But not just that, it's the stability and the perfectness of the relationship that scares him. He still wants to play, but he knows that the relationship is too perfect and there's only one direction it's heading in. </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">It's that needless self destructive behaviour that has us reading articles like this one.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">5. Because they thought they could get away with it.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Pretty self explanatory this one isn't it? Also over laps a little with the second reason a guy thinks he's so special that no one will ever find out and the only people who do know are inconsequential. Sadly, if this is the reason he did it, then it's grounds for breaking up anyway since it shouldn't be about whether or not he would get caught, it's about how much he respects you. Sure he probably thought something along the lines of "What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas". But does it really? Try telling that to your doctor the next time you're at the GUM clinic.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">6. Because they're scared. </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Scare to be alone, scared of making a mistake, scared of breaking up, scared of hurting you blah blah blah. You've heard the excuse and the obvious response is "So you <i>cheated</i> on me?"</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">It's preposterous isn't it? </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">The reality is that they just wanted to have their cake and eat it. Maybe he still loves one girl but meets another who he also really wants to get to know because they just "click". </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Blah blah blah... </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">In fact, this whole article should just have one reason:</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Because (some) men don't have the backbone to break up before he gets with someone else.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641544091720809504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8888516082174119676.post-46302148672051906112011-04-13T00:59:00.001-07:002011-04-13T00:59:49.517-07:00The Story<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/o8pQLtHTPaI?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641544091720809504noreply@blogger.com0