Tuesday, October 31, 2006
Daily Horoscope for Libra October 31st
You may be feeling dangerously close to ameltdown and there isn't an apparent fix to
this emotionally charged situation.
You want to tell it like it is, but get sidetracked
when you consider the possible negative
reactions. Try not to let yourself get stuck
by your tendency to make everyone feel at ease.
Being honest is more important now than being nice.
tarot.com
this emotionally charged situation.
You want to tell it like it is, but get sidetracked
when you consider the possible negative
reactions. Try not to let yourself get stuck
by your tendency to make everyone feel at ease.
Being honest is more important now than being nice.
tarot.com
Well... this couldn't be more wrong. I'm really rather happy at the moment, no meltdown in sight (I'll save that for when my exam results get back), I don't have anything to complain about and no negative reactions to fear.
Why I felt the need to post it?
I love it when horoscopes are this wrong... :P
Monday, October 30, 2006
Monday night
There are black marks on the walls all over the house.
There's a big black boot print by the veranda door.
There's still a heavy smell of smoke in the air.
TV is still out, been since the fire.
The people who have had to move out come back from time to time to get their stuff.
Basically it all kinda sucks... *sigh*
Hey, TV's back!
There's a big black boot print by the veranda door.
There's still a heavy smell of smoke in the air.
TV is still out, been since the fire.
The people who have had to move out come back from time to time to get their stuff.
Basically it all kinda sucks... *sigh*
Hey, TV's back!
Chocolate on the run!
Minde chocolate factory, one of Norway's biggest chocolate producers, is conveniently located in the part of Bergen called Minde.Last August there was a big leak during the night and chocolate and cocoa spread across the neighbour farmer's field. The farmer took the whole thing with a smile and told the paper he'd said the kids could go get their sledges and pretend they were in Willy Wonka's chocolate factory.
Today it happened again, they had to close a road for 40 minutes to clear the sticky stuff away.
Hmm... I obviously live in the wrong part of town...
Human Trafficking in Bergen
Police says there are several foreign men running human trafficking operations out of Bergen.
It only took BA (Norwegian newspaper) a few minutes to find 56 girls in Bergen who offer sex for payment over the net. When the same search was performed three years ago, only 2 girls advertised their services.
- Human trafficking is hidden and hard to discover, says Odd Hilt at Bergen Police Station to nrk.no. Many advertise on the net and operate out of apartments, never having to walk the streets.
Police in Bergen has now launched a big investigation of prostitution and the environment surrounding it in Bergen.
Now the police want to catch the men who run this cynical trade in humans. The police does not yet know how big this business is in Bergen.
- It's hard to say how big the percentage is, but there is human trafficking, we know that, and that's what the police wants to do something about, Hilt says.
Police says many of the prostitutes in Bergen are owned by foreign men who bought them in their home country and force them to sell sex.
Story by Henning Jensen
bt.no
I have a problem with "owned" and "bought" though... If I bring you out of your country and hand you over to another person and they give me money for you, have I then sold you? Do you then belong to someone?
If I steal a TV and sell it to you, is it then yours? No, it will still be stolen goods. Why doesn't that apply to people? The journalist, Jensen, wrote this in a way which makes me wonder... Is it the general opinion that you can own people? Or just prostitutes?
It's coming closer.
Now try telling me it's not my problem..
It only took BA (Norwegian newspaper) a few minutes to find 56 girls in Bergen who offer sex for payment over the net. When the same search was performed three years ago, only 2 girls advertised their services.
- Human trafficking is hidden and hard to discover, says Odd Hilt at Bergen Police Station to nrk.no. Many advertise on the net and operate out of apartments, never having to walk the streets.
Police in Bergen has now launched a big investigation of prostitution and the environment surrounding it in Bergen.
Now the police want to catch the men who run this cynical trade in humans. The police does not yet know how big this business is in Bergen.
- It's hard to say how big the percentage is, but there is human trafficking, we know that, and that's what the police wants to do something about, Hilt says.
Police says many of the prostitutes in Bergen are owned by foreign men who bought them in their home country and force them to sell sex.
Story by Henning Jensen
bt.no
I have a problem with "owned" and "bought" though... If I bring you out of your country and hand you over to another person and they give me money for you, have I then sold you? Do you then belong to someone?
If I steal a TV and sell it to you, is it then yours? No, it will still be stolen goods. Why doesn't that apply to people? The journalist, Jensen, wrote this in a way which makes me wonder... Is it the general opinion that you can own people? Or just prostitutes?
It's coming closer.
Now try telling me it's not my problem..
Fire update
Email from SiB says person in hospital is fine, but even though no one was hurt, the situation had been dramatic.
They wish to thank all the residents for having handled the situation brilliantly and having taken care of their neighbours who had to escape from their rooms. 18 rooms will have to be left empty for the time being, everyone has been offered new places to stay.
The fire had not spread to any rooms beyond the one on fire, the only damage done was the smoke and soot, and the doors of the rooms next door which had had to be kicked down.
There will be a guard from Securitas posted on the spot 24/7.
They wish to thank all the residents for having handled the situation brilliantly and having taken care of their neighbours who had to escape from their rooms. 18 rooms will have to be left empty for the time being, everyone has been offered new places to stay.
The fire had not spread to any rooms beyond the one on fire, the only damage done was the smoke and soot, and the doors of the rooms next door which had had to be kicked down.
There will be a guard from Securitas posted on the spot 24/7.
Sunday, October 29, 2006
Light my Fire!
I came home at 4:30pm this afternoon after sleeping over with The Guy. We'd been watching the skiing all morning and when it stopped raining I went home.When I came home I saw a note on the first floor saying "Info meeting about the fire last night, in the common room at 3pm". Umm.. what?
Second floor, lots of student with blankets and parents wandering about.
Third floor, black fingerprints along the walls. Heavy smell of smoke in the air.
Fourth floor, SiB (student organization) people discussing something. A security guard"sitting on a chair next to the door leading to the northern side of the building. The doorway and walls black with soot.
Fifth floor, my floor, still smells like smoke but there are no more black finger prints.
I get to my door and there are black footprints outside. Apparently they've gone from door to door.
There was a fire last night. It started at about 1am and was put out by 1:30. Or rather, it stopped by 1:30 - there was nothing left in the room to burn. Luckily, whoever lived there wasn't in. The fire department said if someone was inside, there would be no way for them to have survived.
It was so hot the window was melted almost all the way through and the lights in the hallway were melted simply from the heat through concrete walls and a two inch thick fire proof door. That's pretty hot..
One girl was brought to the emergency room for a checkup, other than that no one were physically injured.
This building is one of the safest in the city - there are concrete walls between each room. They've always said if it starts burning in one room, it has no way of reaching the next... last night proved them right on that one...
And I wasn't even around to see it!
Saturday, October 28, 2006
Afaq Moha and the ADB
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FROM THE DESK OF MR AFAQ MOHAMMAD
MANAGER BILL AND EXCHANGE.
AFRICA DEVELOPMENT BANK.(A.D.B)
OUAGADOUGOU,BURKINA FASO.
WEST AFRICA.
Dear Sir,/Madam,
I know that this message will come to you as a surprise. I am the bill and exchange manager of Africa Development Bank (ADB), Ouagadougou Burkina faso. *the ADB has offices in Tunisia, Cote d'Ivoire, Addids Ababa and Cairo. Apparently not in Burkina Faso. They did, however, have a meeting there once.* I Hoped that you will not expose or betray this trust and confident that i am about to repose on you for the mutual benefit of our both families. I need your urgent assistance in transferring the sum of ($12.5)million to your account within 10 or 14 banking days. This money has been dormant for years in our Bank without claim.
I want the bank to release the money to you as the nearest person to our deceased customer(the owner of the account)died along with his supposed next of kin *that's convienient* in an air crash since July 2000. I don't want the money to go into our Bank treasurer as an abandoned fund. So this is the reason why i contacted you so that the bank can release the money to you as the next of kin to the deceased customer. *I am the next of kin? I had family in Africa? I did? I who has skin as white as skimmed milk have relatives that used to by yummy chocolate brown?* Please I would like you to keep this proposal as a top secret and delete it if you are not interested. *top secret? you didn't tell me my relatives died!!*
Upon receipt of your reply i will give you full details on how the business will be executed and also, note that you will have 25% of the above mentioned sum if you agree to handle this business with me. *you'll give me 25% of the money that is rightfully mine?!? You just told me my beloved relative die, now you want to run off with my money?!?* Waiting to hear from you.
Thanks
Yours truly,
AFAQ MOHAMMAD(A.D.B)
I sent an email back telling whoever sent this to get better addresses than hotmail and yahoo - it's just too obvious.
Wait.... maybe I should have sent an email back saying I agreed and am willing to help... I'd love to see what happened next.... crap...
Oh well... I found a little on the African Development Bank though;
Focus AfDB Endorses Extractive Industries Transparency Initiative (EITI)
The Bank’s endorsement of the Initiative is expected
to help resolve one of the most striking paradoxes of the
African continent where countries with vast mineral
wealth are among the poorest in the world. Fourteen of
the 22 countries around the globe that have joined the
EITI are in Africa. The donor partners of the EITI include
the G8, and Norway.
The most powerful countries in the world and us.
That's kinda cool. We're being nice.
Friday, October 27, 2006
Girl for Sale
Undercover agents and investigators in Oslo are Friday night chasing a man who tried to strangle an 18 year old girl before she was dumped in a tunnel.
The girl, working as a prostitute, told the police she had to pretend she was dead, and only then the man turned the car around and drove towards the city.
According to witnesses the girl was unconcious when she fell - or was pushed - out of the car.
"We're looking for a red VW Golf 1985-model with registration number DE 57802. The car was stolen in Oslo last night" the police says.
The Bulgarian girl had only been in Norway for a few days, when she was picked up by a john to take a ride out of the city. At some point during the drive the man turned violent, and tried to strangle the girl.
Cars which were driving behind the red Golf told the police they saw the car slow down inside the tunnel before the woman fell out.
"One of the drivers behind took care of the woman, while another followed the red Golf. After a while, near another tunnel, he lost sight of the car" police explains.
The 18 year old was this afternoon released from hospital after being in for treatment and observation.
The police gives the following description of the man:
Look European, 26-30 years old, 175-180cm tall. Short, blond hair. He's a big guy with acne in his face. Wearing 'rapper clothes' and wearing a caps.
What the hell?!? Are you surprised this happened? There's an 18 year old coming to this country to be a friggin prostitute and you're surprised that someone tries to hurt her?
What do you think she's been through before she met this guy? You think she just sat down on her bed in Bulgaria and thought "hey, why don't I go to Norway and sell my body for a living? It's a small country I'm sure there are only nice, handsome guys who will want to sleep with me." ?
Newsflash: we're as evil as the rest of them!
Each year between 600,000 and 800,000 human beings are victims of human trafficking. 80% of them are women, 50% are minors. Most of the women.. correction - females - (girls are females too and if you're 4 years old it only makes you more attractive) are being trafficked for sexual labour. They are kidnapped, bought and sold. They are, effectively, just another merchandise.
The numbers are shocking although they are, of course, only estimates. No one knows how many are human beings are sold every day because it is very much illegal. It's against the law in most, if not all countries. But 'against the law' doesn't always mean too much.
Imagine someone pulls you into a car, drops you onto a boat, ship you off to another country, takes your passport away and locks you up in an appartment with lots of other people like you. They guard the doors and tell you if you try to escape or cause trouble they'll kill your family back home.
Then they rape you to break you down. If you refuse to do what they say, they strip you naked, beat you, hold you down and rape you. You can't go anywhere, you can't do anything. You're a prisoner in a free country.
If anyone dares to be surprised something like this happens... No one is surprised there's an 18 year old Bulgarian prostitute in Norway. The only shocking thing here is someone tried to kill her.
Catching the guy won't help much.
What would you do if someone sold you and sent you off to Turkey?
The girl, working as a prostitute, told the police she had to pretend she was dead, and only then the man turned the car around and drove towards the city.
According to witnesses the girl was unconcious when she fell - or was pushed - out of the car.
"We're looking for a red VW Golf 1985-model with registration number DE 57802. The car was stolen in Oslo last night" the police says.
The Bulgarian girl had only been in Norway for a few days, when she was picked up by a john to take a ride out of the city. At some point during the drive the man turned violent, and tried to strangle the girl.
Cars which were driving behind the red Golf told the police they saw the car slow down inside the tunnel before the woman fell out.
"One of the drivers behind took care of the woman, while another followed the red Golf. After a while, near another tunnel, he lost sight of the car" police explains.
The 18 year old was this afternoon released from hospital after being in for treatment and observation.
The police gives the following description of the man:
Look European, 26-30 years old, 175-180cm tall. Short, blond hair. He's a big guy with acne in his face. Wearing 'rapper clothes' and wearing a caps.
What the hell?!? Are you surprised this happened? There's an 18 year old coming to this country to be a friggin prostitute and you're surprised that someone tries to hurt her?
What do you think she's been through before she met this guy? You think she just sat down on her bed in Bulgaria and thought "hey, why don't I go to Norway and sell my body for a living? It's a small country I'm sure there are only nice, handsome guys who will want to sleep with me." ?
Newsflash: we're as evil as the rest of them!
Each year between 600,000 and 800,000 human beings are victims of human trafficking. 80% of them are women, 50% are minors. Most of the women.. correction - females - (girls are females too and if you're 4 years old it only makes you more attractive) are being trafficked for sexual labour. They are kidnapped, bought and sold. They are, effectively, just another merchandise.
The numbers are shocking although they are, of course, only estimates. No one knows how many are human beings are sold every day because it is very much illegal. It's against the law in most, if not all countries. But 'against the law' doesn't always mean too much.
Imagine someone pulls you into a car, drops you onto a boat, ship you off to another country, takes your passport away and locks you up in an appartment with lots of other people like you. They guard the doors and tell you if you try to escape or cause trouble they'll kill your family back home.
Then they rape you to break you down. If you refuse to do what they say, they strip you naked, beat you, hold you down and rape you. You can't go anywhere, you can't do anything. You're a prisoner in a free country.
If anyone dares to be surprised something like this happens... No one is surprised there's an 18 year old Bulgarian prostitute in Norway. The only shocking thing here is someone tried to kill her.
Catching the guy won't help much.
What would you do if someone sold you and sent you off to Turkey?
Thursday, October 26, 2006
Waterless?
I wake up.
I go to the bathroom.
I go to the toilet.
(I'll spare you the details)
I flush.
I walk to the sink.
I put soap in one hand.
I turn on the tap.
I wait for the water.
I wait... I wait?!?
I'm not supposed to wait for the water, it just magically appears whenever I want it to. There's a little water dripping from the tap, just enough for me to manage to rinse my hands.
I try the shower. Nothing.
I try the kitchen tap. Nothing.
Something's wrong here...
I go to the bathroom.
I go to the toilet.
(I'll spare you the details)
I flush.
I walk to the sink.
I put soap in one hand.
I turn on the tap.
I wait for the water.
I wait... I wait?!?
I'm not supposed to wait for the water, it just magically appears whenever I want it to. There's a little water dripping from the tap, just enough for me to manage to rinse my hands.
I try the shower. Nothing.
I try the kitchen tap. Nothing.
Something's wrong here...
Sunday, October 22, 2006
From Baby to Brat
I found a petition...
To: Parents
As of today there are 66 signatures.
Signatures and comments include:
7. Miranda
Woohoo! Rite on.
8. Brittany Nicole Knox
hells yea!!!!A4life
11. Retard
Britt u rox my sox off
16. tanaya
ban them dumb parents
27. jessica
parents are horrible and are out to hurt you both physicaly and in the mind
28. cathi
I would like to line up all the stupid parents in this world, and have them be shot
34. Desha
I hate my parents. They are so ironic. They need to give me a break, and take a look at the reality I live in right now
37. Colleen
parents can be SOOOO GAYYY
48. Tom H
My parents suck. I can't go on a school trip to Vimy ridge, France cause I did'nt do the dishes
54. SARA
BAN FUKIN ANNOYING UNGREATFUL PARENTS
Now I'm sure there are a lot of, well, stupid parents. A lot of parents hurt their children and a lot of children have every right to wish their parents dead. But the basis for this petition (Well all of us have the right to jump off the roof of the house and into the pool.. etc.) might need some rephrasing.
Even so I feel it's the comments that kinda ruin the whole thing.
have them be shot sounds like someone who's been out of school for too long.
They need to give me a break, and take a look at the reality I live in right now - you're a teenager, it sucks, deal with it.
cause I did'nt do the dishes - you spend their money, you help with the chores
and finally darling Sara's BAN FUKIN ANNOYING UNGREATFUL PARENTS - ungrateful parents... yes, I imagine they should be very grateful to have someone like all of you in their lives..
It's becoming fashion to have a bad childhood. Like the girl who told her new friend her father had raped her, just to fit in. Didn't go too well when the friend told her parents and the parents called the police.
Fortunately they haven't all fallen for it.
26. Josh
my mums stupid!?!?!?
No Josh, she's the woman who has kept you warm, safe and dry, who has fed you and carried you and brought you up to be the young man that you are. She's the one woman in the world who loves you the most, and you'll never find anyone like her.
I wonder what it's like to watch someone grow up from baby to brat...
To: Parents
This petion was started because we want to ban all the stupid parents that don't let us do crap and then get mad at us when we get bored...Well all of us have the right to jump off the roof of the house and into the pool without getting screamed at or Go to parties and have a good time. Also we should not be limited to use our imaginations wether it is that we crash the car into a tree or various things like that.
-thank you
Sincerely,
As of today there are 66 signatures.
Signatures and comments include:
7. Miranda
Woohoo! Rite on.
8. Brittany Nicole Knox
hells yea!!!!A4life
11. Retard
Britt u rox my sox off
16. tanaya
ban them dumb parents
27. jessica
parents are horrible and are out to hurt you both physicaly and in the mind
28. cathi
I would like to line up all the stupid parents in this world, and have them be shot
34. Desha
I hate my parents. They are so ironic. They need to give me a break, and take a look at the reality I live in right now
37. Colleen
parents can be SOOOO GAYYY
48. Tom H
My parents suck. I can't go on a school trip to Vimy ridge, France cause I did'nt do the dishes
54. SARA
BAN FUKIN ANNOYING UNGREATFUL PARENTS
Now I'm sure there are a lot of, well, stupid parents. A lot of parents hurt their children and a lot of children have every right to wish their parents dead. But the basis for this petition (Well all of us have the right to jump off the roof of the house and into the pool.. etc.) might need some rephrasing.
Even so I feel it's the comments that kinda ruin the whole thing.
have them be shot sounds like someone who's been out of school for too long.
They need to give me a break, and take a look at the reality I live in right now - you're a teenager, it sucks, deal with it.
cause I did'nt do the dishes - you spend their money, you help with the chores
and finally darling Sara's BAN FUKIN ANNOYING UNGREATFUL PARENTS - ungrateful parents... yes, I imagine they should be very grateful to have someone like all of you in their lives..
It's becoming fashion to have a bad childhood. Like the girl who told her new friend her father had raped her, just to fit in. Didn't go too well when the friend told her parents and the parents called the police.
Fortunately they haven't all fallen for it.
26. Josh
my mums stupid!?!?!?
No Josh, she's the woman who has kept you warm, safe and dry, who has fed you and carried you and brought you up to be the young man that you are. She's the one woman in the world who loves you the most, and you'll never find anyone like her.
I wonder what it's like to watch someone grow up from baby to brat...
Pregnant?
Howw to become pregnant? YOU HAVE TO ANSWER!!
Hi. Me and my husband have tried to get me pregnant but nothing has happened. We have tried for soon 1 1/2 years now! What can be the reson that I haven't gotten pregnant yet???
Is there something we're doing wrong???
PLEASE ANSWER ME, I DONN'T DARE ASK ANYONE ELSE!!
Is it true you can only get pregnant fi you have an orgasm at the samme time as your partner???
Hi. Me and my husband have tried to get me pregnant but nothing has happened. We have tried for soon 1 1/2 years now! What can be the reson that I haven't gotten pregnant yet???
Is there something we're doing wrong???
PLEASE ANSWER ME, I DONN'T DARE ASK ANYONE ELSE!!
Is it true you can only get pregnant fi you have an orgasm at the samme time as your partner???
dagbladet.no
[all spelling errors consistent with the original Norwegian letter to the Q&A section of newspaper Dagbladet]
Is there any chance they've now made it possible to be too stupid to get pregnant?
Is there any chance they've now made it possible to be too stupid to get pregnant?
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
Winter's Coming!
Frosty the snowman was a jolly happy soul
With a corncob pipe and a button nose
and two eyes made out of coal
Frosty the snowman is a fairy tale they say
He was made of snow but the children
know how he came to life one day
something wrong with apples?
Do I strike you as an over-emotional basketcase who wants nothing more than to get married, stay at home and have 2.1 children?
Do I sound like I'm scared to be single and need a boyfriend?
Do I send out these signals without realizing it?
Mark says:
nice to see you found someone
Mark says:
i knew you would
Mark says:
and now you get nookie on a regular basis
apples says:
"nice to see you found someone"? sounds like I'm... well.... someone everyone runs away from and who has been craving a boyfriend for years
Mark says:
well...thats sort of the way you explained it to me
what????
Mark says:
you wanted a guy
Mark says:
youre too shy
apples says:
I wanted sex, I didn't want a boyfriend
Mark says:
youre "not the type guys look at"
Mark says:
all in your words
[mental note: check to see if words have got new meanings since the last time I checked]
Mark says:
oh
Mark says:
sorry
Mark says:
are you glad you do
Mark says:
i wouldve given you all the sex you wanted
I feel trampled on...
Do I sound like I'm scared to be single and need a boyfriend?
Do I send out these signals without realizing it?
Mark says:
nice to see you found someone
Mark says:
i knew you would
Mark says:
and now you get nookie on a regular basis
apples says:
"nice to see you found someone"? sounds like I'm... well.... someone everyone runs away from and who has been craving a boyfriend for years
Mark says:
well...thats sort of the way you explained it to me
what????
Mark says:
you wanted a guy
Mark says:
youre too shy
apples says:
I wanted sex, I didn't want a boyfriend
Mark says:
youre "not the type guys look at"
Mark says:
all in your words
[mental note: check to see if words have got new meanings since the last time I checked]
Mark says:
oh
Mark says:
sorry
Mark says:
are you glad you do
Mark says:
i wouldve given you all the sex you wanted
I feel trampled on...
Congratulations Americans...
...there are now 300 million of you!
Nation’s Population to Reach 300 Million on Oct. 17
The U.S. Census Bureau today reported that the nation’s population will reach the historic milestone of 300 million on Oct. 17 at about 7:46 a.m. (EDT). This comes almost 39 years after the 200 million mark was reached on Nov. 20, 1967.
The estimate is based on the expectation that the United States will register one birth every seven seconds and one death every 13 seconds between now and Oct. 17, while net international migration is expected to add one person every 31 seconds. The result is an increase in the total population of one person every 11 seconds.
Fun pages!
World Population Clock
US Population Clock
Nation’s Population to Reach 300 Million on Oct. 17
The U.S. Census Bureau today reported that the nation’s population will reach the historic milestone of 300 million on Oct. 17 at about 7:46 a.m. (EDT). This comes almost 39 years after the 200 million mark was reached on Nov. 20, 1967.
The estimate is based on the expectation that the United States will register one birth every seven seconds and one death every 13 seconds between now and Oct. 17, while net international migration is expected to add one person every 31 seconds. The result is an increase in the total population of one person every 11 seconds.
Fun pages!
World Population Clock
US Population Clock
TU my ass.
I live in a building owned by SiB, the organization for students' well-being in Bergen. They own several buildings, gyms, cafes etc. In this building there are 157 students.Three weeks ago we were called in to a meeting by the Residential Assistant (in Norwegian House Host) who is basically a student who lives here and does a little work for SiB, recieving a salary in return. We usually have a meeting every semester.
Out of 157, 8 showed up. The next hour basically consisted of trying to talk each other into becoming the new TU - a person chosen to handle the little money given to us by SiB and buying whatever we think we want for that money (vacuum cleaner, chairs for the veranda, DVDs). If no one is TU, we don't get any money. No one wanted to, I said I could do it. The TU recieves no money or compensation for what they do.
Two days later I got an email from a SiB-woman. It was sent to me and to the Residential Assistant, a girl called Rebecca. It said the RA/TU room 220 was a mess and could we please
clean it up?Now... I knew there was a RA room. But a TU room? No one has said a word about that. Ever. I sent Rebecca an email asking if it's possible to get a key or to borrow it or if she even has one. No reply. That was a week ago. I've knocked on the door a few times. No answer.
Today I get an email saying the common room (where we can all go hang out) is a mess with broken glass and filth and it has to be cleaned. I've read the rules that apply to TU and which explain what it is. It mentions nothing about cleaning or anything of the sort. It says we are to be what connects the students to SiB.
And we don't even need a TU for that! We haven't had one since... forever. They were elected once, then disappeared, and when we want to talk to SiB we send them an email. And now I'm supposed to clean rooms I've never even seen?
I've sent a mail back to the woman who keeps sending me emails telling me to clean things. I just told her I didn't realize TU included a position as a maid.
Monday, October 16, 2006
No-one to talk to in Japan
Aug 28, 2006
Dr Bob, thank you for reading me! I do not know if you will answer, but just writing this helps me. I hope that you will find my story ridiculous and that you will tell me, so I may be able (?) to stop to worry...
Anyway, I am an expatriate [read: Turk] living in Japan with my family (wife and one one-year old baby) for a few years now. I went through a crisis recently: been fired from my job and a lot of quarrels with my wife. Our relationship has been quite bad for long, with some talks of divorce from time to time.
Then, I made the mistake about 12 days ago: I went with a prostitute [naughty boy...] . Not much happened actually. We went to a "Love Hotel" room, took a shower separately, then we lied naked next to each other in the bed, staying like this for about 40 minutes and talking. That's all, we had no sexual contact at all (meaning that I did not touch her vagina with any part of my body and she did not touch my penis with any part of her body; also no kisses). I was wearing a towel around my waist all the time (the towel was clean). I think that she gave me once a dry kiss on my nipple (I do not remember clearly if she did this or not, maybe I am just imagining because I am repeating this story over and over again in my head, looking for what may have put me at risk).
What worried me is that she told me it was the second time she used this room this day. I wonder if I would be at risk if I came into contact with the semen left somewhere here by her previous customer. I did not actually see nor feel some semen anywhere, I just think it is possible. For example, under the shower. Her previous customer must have come to the shower after sex, washed himself and must have touched the faucets at one moment with some semen on his hands [rrrright...]. Let's say I come half an hour later, touch the same faucet, then touch my penis. That would be a theoretical risk of infection, right?
I have another concern: I do not remember where I have left my trousers in this room while I was laying in the bed. I imagine I could have left them at a place where there could have been a few drops of semen from the previous customer. The room was dark, so I may have not seen some semen on the floor.
The next day, I put on the same trousers (mistake!). They looked completely dry, but I have not checked them completely. In the morning, I remember that my child has hugged my legs and licked my trousers. He has some eczema on his face.
What would happen if he had accidentely touched or licked the place where there was some semen left by the previous client of the prostitute? Let's say the previous customer was HIV positive, and left some semen in the middle of the room, and I left my trousers at this same place, and there was enough semen on my trousers to be still infectious 8 hours later (more than 1 hour in this hotel room, 1 hour in a wet environment as I walked outside a lot under the rain before coming back, then 6 hours in the dry environment of my appartment), but not enough for me to notice it, and my boy licked my trousers where this semen was? He would be surely at risk of infection! [even if the semen was still 'alive' it tends to die when it gets in touch with stomach acid..]
I have browsed the archives of this site, and concluded that nor me nor him were at risk of infection. But I am still afraid that one of us will get HIV in this unprecedented way, and that I will then write back on this site (actually, I do not know if I will have the courage to test my son [you worry you've given him something but you don't want to know?] , I hope that you will tell me to not do it), therefore triggering an large-scale panick among the worried wells! (Imagine: "my son got infected by licking the semen of a HIV-positive guy that has been in the environment for at least 8 hours, transferred from one surface to another, and that I did not even see").
I try to take it lightly while writing this, but am seriously really scared now. I feel that I have a very fast heartbeat all the day long and can feel some pain in my chest. I have headaches and cannot sleep easily. Just after I wake up in the morning, HIV is my first thought and it does not leave me for the whole day. It is very difficult for me to concentrate on something else, at a time I most need it.
I have always been paranoid about HIV (I was a familiar reader of this site even before this incident). In the past, I got worried of catching it from a videotape [from what?], from a faucet, from public toilets (I have been afraid of this countless times) [not me, I pee where I please]. I have tested for HIV a dozen of times. I know I have OCD and anxiety disorder. I have been on medication (Zoloft 100 mg per day) for a while, but I have difficulties meeting a psychiatrist right now. Plus my life is very unstable as I have lost my job. [I wonder why...]
Right now, I am beating up myself: because I have cheated on my wife (yes, I will definitely have to level with her, I just wonder when will be the best time [honey I saw a prostitute naked, she might have dry-kissed my nipple and now our son might have HIV now]), because I knew that I was paranoid about HIV and still choosed to go with a prostitute, because I did this in a difficult moment of my life when I need to work, and because I have a child. I was already in a depression before this incident, but it made things much worse. I think I have a very fragile mental health, and I am very sensitive to others judgements about me. I imagine what my friends would say if I told them. I have really no-one to talk to except on the net.
Actually, I am not very scared of HIV for myself [then why have you tested yourself a dozen times??]. After all, there are plenty of people out there who have it and are still able to have a long and meaningful life. So I think I could handle a "positive" result for myself. At least I could stop to worry all the time about being infected by HIV. But I have one marvellous little boy and I am very afraid for him (poor boy, having a father like me...)
I am not able to convince myself that there was no risk from this incident. That's where I need you... I hope that you will laugh at my worries and tell me I am crazy. But I am not sure.
Sorry for bad English (not my native language). Thank you for your time... Please continue your great job here.
Response from Dr. Frascino
Hello,
You hope that I will find your story ridiculous? Well, you got that one right. Ridiculous, and sad, rather than laughable.
First of all, since you've been through this many times before (". . . always been paranoid about HIV . . . worried about catching it from a videotape, from a faucet, from public toilets . . . countless times"), you already know exactly what I'm going to say about your current concerns of contracting HIV form yet another faucet or your son contracting it from licking your trousers! These are not "unprecedented ways" to contract HIV; they are impossible ways! You and your son's HIV risk is not even theoretical. You and your son's chance of contracting HIV is exactly zero! Nothing! Zip! Nada ! Got it?? [Doc, you need to say WHY it's impossible, otherwise he won't believe it / trust you. I wouldn't.]
Your symptoms are completely consistent with anxiety and depression. That you would even consider that being HIV positive would be a relief because you could then stop worrying about becoming infected speaks volumes about the depths of your psychopathology.
There is not doubt in my mind that despite whatever "difficulties you may have meeting a psychiatrist," that is exactly what you need to do ASAP. I totally agree your mental health is indeed fragile and it needs immediate attention. HIV is not your problem. No way. No how.
The one thing I did find laughable in your post was your experience at that love shack called the "Love Hotel." Did you actually have to pay for those "services?" Separate showers, lying naked (by the way, "wearing a towel around my waist all the time" doesn't exactly qualify as lying naked), talking for 40 minutes, no sexual contact, etc.!!?!? If you paid full price for that, I'd suggest you ask for a refund or at least rename the "Love Hotel" the "No-Love Shack." [Easy there... You always talk to your patients like this?]
Dr. Bob
Dr Bob, thank you for reading me! I do not know if you will answer, but just writing this helps me. I hope that you will find my story ridiculous and that you will tell me, so I may be able (?) to stop to worry...
Anyway, I am an expatriate [read: Turk] living in Japan with my family (wife and one one-year old baby) for a few years now. I went through a crisis recently: been fired from my job and a lot of quarrels with my wife. Our relationship has been quite bad for long, with some talks of divorce from time to time.
Then, I made the mistake about 12 days ago: I went with a prostitute [naughty boy...] . Not much happened actually. We went to a "Love Hotel" room, took a shower separately, then we lied naked next to each other in the bed, staying like this for about 40 minutes and talking. That's all, we had no sexual contact at all (meaning that I did not touch her vagina with any part of my body and she did not touch my penis with any part of her body; also no kisses). I was wearing a towel around my waist all the time (the towel was clean). I think that she gave me once a dry kiss on my nipple (I do not remember clearly if she did this or not, maybe I am just imagining because I am repeating this story over and over again in my head, looking for what may have put me at risk).
What worried me is that she told me it was the second time she used this room this day. I wonder if I would be at risk if I came into contact with the semen left somewhere here by her previous customer. I did not actually see nor feel some semen anywhere, I just think it is possible. For example, under the shower. Her previous customer must have come to the shower after sex, washed himself and must have touched the faucets at one moment with some semen on his hands [rrrright...]. Let's say I come half an hour later, touch the same faucet, then touch my penis. That would be a theoretical risk of infection, right?
I have another concern: I do not remember where I have left my trousers in this room while I was laying in the bed. I imagine I could have left them at a place where there could have been a few drops of semen from the previous customer. The room was dark, so I may have not seen some semen on the floor.
The next day, I put on the same trousers (mistake!). They looked completely dry, but I have not checked them completely. In the morning, I remember that my child has hugged my legs and licked my trousers. He has some eczema on his face.
What would happen if he had accidentely touched or licked the place where there was some semen left by the previous client of the prostitute? Let's say the previous customer was HIV positive, and left some semen in the middle of the room, and I left my trousers at this same place, and there was enough semen on my trousers to be still infectious 8 hours later (more than 1 hour in this hotel room, 1 hour in a wet environment as I walked outside a lot under the rain before coming back, then 6 hours in the dry environment of my appartment), but not enough for me to notice it, and my boy licked my trousers where this semen was? He would be surely at risk of infection! [even if the semen was still 'alive' it tends to die when it gets in touch with stomach acid..]
I have browsed the archives of this site, and concluded that nor me nor him were at risk of infection. But I am still afraid that one of us will get HIV in this unprecedented way, and that I will then write back on this site (actually, I do not know if I will have the courage to test my son [you worry you've given him something but you don't want to know?] , I hope that you will tell me to not do it), therefore triggering an large-scale panick among the worried wells! (Imagine: "my son got infected by licking the semen of a HIV-positive guy that has been in the environment for at least 8 hours, transferred from one surface to another, and that I did not even see").
I try to take it lightly while writing this, but am seriously really scared now. I feel that I have a very fast heartbeat all the day long and can feel some pain in my chest. I have headaches and cannot sleep easily. Just after I wake up in the morning, HIV is my first thought and it does not leave me for the whole day. It is very difficult for me to concentrate on something else, at a time I most need it.
I have always been paranoid about HIV (I was a familiar reader of this site even before this incident). In the past, I got worried of catching it from a videotape [from what?], from a faucet, from public toilets (I have been afraid of this countless times) [not me, I pee where I please]. I have tested for HIV a dozen of times. I know I have OCD and anxiety disorder. I have been on medication (Zoloft 100 mg per day) for a while, but I have difficulties meeting a psychiatrist right now. Plus my life is very unstable as I have lost my job. [I wonder why...]
Right now, I am beating up myself: because I have cheated on my wife (yes, I will definitely have to level with her, I just wonder when will be the best time [honey I saw a prostitute naked, she might have dry-kissed my nipple and now our son might have HIV now]), because I knew that I was paranoid about HIV and still choosed to go with a prostitute, because I did this in a difficult moment of my life when I need to work, and because I have a child. I was already in a depression before this incident, but it made things much worse. I think I have a very fragile mental health, and I am very sensitive to others judgements about me. I imagine what my friends would say if I told them. I have really no-one to talk to except on the net.
Actually, I am not very scared of HIV for myself [then why have you tested yourself a dozen times??]. After all, there are plenty of people out there who have it and are still able to have a long and meaningful life. So I think I could handle a "positive" result for myself. At least I could stop to worry all the time about being infected by HIV. But I have one marvellous little boy and I am very afraid for him (poor boy, having a father like me...)
I am not able to convince myself that there was no risk from this incident. That's where I need you... I hope that you will laugh at my worries and tell me I am crazy. But I am not sure.
Sorry for bad English (not my native language). Thank you for your time... Please continue your great job here.
Response from Dr. Frascino Hello,
You hope that I will find your story ridiculous? Well, you got that one right. Ridiculous, and sad, rather than laughable.
First of all, since you've been through this many times before (". . . always been paranoid about HIV . . . worried about catching it from a videotape, from a faucet, from public toilets . . . countless times"), you already know exactly what I'm going to say about your current concerns of contracting HIV form yet another faucet or your son contracting it from licking your trousers! These are not "unprecedented ways" to contract HIV; they are impossible ways! You and your son's HIV risk is not even theoretical. You and your son's chance of contracting HIV is exactly zero! Nothing! Zip! Nada ! Got it?? [Doc, you need to say WHY it's impossible, otherwise he won't believe it / trust you. I wouldn't.]
Your symptoms are completely consistent with anxiety and depression. That you would even consider that being HIV positive would be a relief because you could then stop worrying about becoming infected speaks volumes about the depths of your psychopathology.
There is not doubt in my mind that despite whatever "difficulties you may have meeting a psychiatrist," that is exactly what you need to do ASAP. I totally agree your mental health is indeed fragile and it needs immediate attention. HIV is not your problem. No way. No how.
The one thing I did find laughable in your post was your experience at that love shack called the "Love Hotel." Did you actually have to pay for those "services?" Separate showers, lying naked (by the way, "wearing a towel around my waist all the time" doesn't exactly qualify as lying naked), talking for 40 minutes, no sexual contact, etc.!!?!? If you paid full price for that, I'd suggest you ask for a refund or at least rename the "Love Hotel" the "No-Love Shack." [Easy there... You always talk to your patients like this?]
Dr. Bob
Now... this is rather nutty. But it may not be quite as silly as you'd think. The new thing researchers are talking about are how children, down to the age of 8, start feeling bad about their bodies, saying they're fat and need to lose weight before they're even teenagers... It's not just coming from the fashion industry like it used to, but actually occurs partly because of how the 'health system' works.
There is so much focus on health, eat this, don't eat that - not to be thin, but to be healthy, to prevent illnesses. This could be like that. We're always told to be careful, to check ourselves, it's better to do it once too many than once too few. If you have cancer, it's better to catch it at an early stage. If you're at risk of developing a heart condition you need to check your blood pressure and start exercising... The moral is basically that you don't always know if you're sick, you can get so much stuff without noticing it, and the only way to make sure is go see your doctor.
I'm sure most of us have had these unrealistic concerns. You get sick, don't know what it is, it gets worse, you remember everything you've heard about needing to have check ups and since you never have it might be something bad.
This guy is just taking it to the extreme - it can't be easy to live like that... but it might not just be as easy as "he's crazy". He's got issues, that's for sure. They're just bigger and harder to hide than those the rest of us have.
There is so much focus on health, eat this, don't eat that - not to be thin, but to be healthy, to prevent illnesses. This could be like that. We're always told to be careful, to check ourselves, it's better to do it once too many than once too few. If you have cancer, it's better to catch it at an early stage. If you're at risk of developing a heart condition you need to check your blood pressure and start exercising... The moral is basically that you don't always know if you're sick, you can get so much stuff without noticing it, and the only way to make sure is go see your doctor.
I'm sure most of us have had these unrealistic concerns. You get sick, don't know what it is, it gets worse, you remember everything you've heard about needing to have check ups and since you never have it might be something bad.
This guy is just taking it to the extreme - it can't be easy to live like that... but it might not just be as easy as "he's crazy". He's got issues, that's for sure. They're just bigger and harder to hide than those the rest of us have.
Sunday, October 15, 2006
B'day again
Today Applestories is 2 years old and I'm 22.
I know I'm supposed to say "has it been two years already, it seems like only yesterday I started writing!" I'm not gonna do that because, actually, it feels more like four years than two.
I've been complaining about getting old for days but, as usual, I only need a while for it to sink in, then I'll be fine. Even if I'm old. And even if 22 doesn't look as nice as 21. (I'm worried about how my age is written - if that's the biggest worry I have, I seem to be leading a rather good life...)
Birthdays are fun though - I've got both a present (a book - The Guy seems to know what I like.), and muffins! I like muffins.. And cake. You can't have a birthday without chocolate cake. And dinner and a loooong massage and... well, I'm sure you can imagine the rest... The Guy knows his stuff is all I'm gonna say.
Other b'day activities have included reading, making a budget, showers and now I'm gonna try and watch a football match while struggling to stay awake.
Do I have a boring life?
Yeah...
I know I'm supposed to say "has it been two years already, it seems like only yesterday I started writing!" I'm not gonna do that because, actually, it feels more like four years than two.
I've been complaining about getting old for days but, as usual, I only need a while for it to sink in, then I'll be fine. Even if I'm old. And even if 22 doesn't look as nice as 21. (I'm worried about how my age is written - if that's the biggest worry I have, I seem to be leading a rather good life...)
Birthdays are fun though - I've got both a present (a book - The Guy seems to know what I like.), and muffins! I like muffins.. And cake. You can't have a birthday without chocolate cake. And dinner and a loooong massage and... well, I'm sure you can imagine the rest... The Guy knows his stuff is all I'm gonna say.
Other b'day activities have included reading, making a budget, showers and now I'm gonna try and watch a football match while struggling to stay awake.
Do I have a boring life?
Yeah...
Saturday, October 14, 2006
The Toilet Paper's back!
I'm in the kitchen cleaning some pots and pans.[Enter Roommate]
Roommate: "Toilet paper! I bought some!"
And he did, he really did!
It's Saturday and after almost a week we again have toilet paper! And soap!
Honesty... everyone but yourself.
"But let me at least say that for a person who says she values honesty very highly, you are surprisingly little honest yourself. Maybe you just feel it applies to everyone but yourself."
Ouch.
That was said by one of the guys I've been seeing since I came back to town. I don't think he appreciated my liking another guy and not being too sure about what to do with him.
Not that I blame him. We were just too different.
Ouch.
That was said by one of the guys I've been seeing since I came back to town. I don't think he appreciated my liking another guy and not being too sure about what to do with him.
Not that I blame him. We were just too different.
New UN Secretery General
South Korean Ban Ki-moon has been approved by the UN General Assembly as the new Secretery General.Am I the only one who has a bad feeling about this?
I still haven't heard his voice or seen him speak (yes, *seen* him speak) so I can't know but... It could be just that he looks... I don't know...
The UN can't be that far off, can they?
Surely he's a good guy...
Still something doesn't feel quite right...
Friday, October 13, 2006
Plans
It's my birthday Sunday, I'll be old. I have no plans, except making cake tomorrow, which is Saturday.
Then The Guy says:
"If you'll come here, right out of the shower and hungry, preferrably wearing sexy underwear (for my sake), it will become a night you'll enjoy."
I'm just wondering... Should I be worried or horny?
Then The Guy says:
"If you'll come here, right out of the shower and hungry, preferrably wearing sexy underwear (for my sake), it will become a night you'll enjoy."
I'm just wondering... Should I be worried or horny?
Friday the 13th!
How is it even possible to forget it's friggin ?!?
This is like one of my favourite days of the year, there are only two of them in 2006. We haven't had one since January and we won't have another until April.
And I forgot!!
This is like one of my favourite days of the year, there are only two of them in 2006. We haven't had one since January and we won't have another until April.
And I forgot!!
Thursday, October 12, 2006
Don't mess with the Toilet Paper!
I share an appartment with three guys. We have a living room, kitchen and two bathrooms. Two guys have one bathroom, I share the other one with the third guy.That's always been fine, no one really spends a lot of time in the bathroom, we buy hand soap and toilet paper every second time and take turns cleaning the bathroom whenever either of us feels it gets too messy. The only thing he never does is take out the trash. I figure that's because there's mostly "girl stuff" in it. I don't blame him.
But a couple times now we've ran out of both soap and toilet paper. It's been my roommate's turn to buy new stuff and he just doesn't. I've done it before when he's forgot and don't really mind, but I prefer it not to let it become a habit. Once before when we'd ran out of toilet paper I went to the shop and got some. When I came back he went *gasp. isn't it my turn, it's my turn to buy toilet paper, isn't it? I said it was but I prefered not to run out of it. That can get rather... messy. (yuck)30 minutes later there was toilet paper in the bathroom.
But now it's happened again.
Monday: Almost empty
[I go to the store to buy some more]
Tuesday: Only a little scrap of paper left
[I wonder if I should put it in there]
Wednesday: Same scrap of paper left.
[No one wants to use the last piece of paper. I bring my own paper, won't give Roommate the satisfaction of just sitting there while toilet paper magically appears.]
Thursday: Same scrap of paper left.
[Doesn't Roommate ever have to go? Does Roommate bring his own paper too? Does Roommate think it's my turn to buy toilet paper? Is it my turn to buy toilet paper?]
Fucking roommates... I bet... I bet he's constipated.
And if he isn't, I... I hope he gets... gets... diarrhea!
Protect your Protection
Imagine you're in bed with a guy. After a while of rapid moving and breathing the guys moves back a little, reaches down to dispose of the condom and realizes... it's gone?!?
NOT an ideal situation, anyone who's experienced that will know a few thoughts rush through your head at that moment. Those who haven't tried it should pray they never will.
We started looking all around the bed, it was nowhere to be found. On top of the sheets, under the sheets, on the floor? Anywhere? Nope! Hmm... that can only mean one thing... it was left inside.
Not too strange, considering we did move around quite a bit. The guy got all white in the face and all I could do was lie down and have a feel around. Yup. It was there. Got it out and put it in the bin. The guy was even whiter now. Why wasn't I freaking out? you might wonder.
The reason is pretty simple. I've had sex using only condom as protection before. I've never had sex without one. I freak out if it looks like it's about to move, if my period's a day late, even if everything goes perfect I'm still worried. So a while ago, I started taking magic little pills. Now all I have to do is remember actually taking them.
That didn't help the guy much though, he looked like he'd stopped breathing. (yeah I know I'm kinda making fun of him here but it was all rather cute ;)
Now, you might wonder why, if I'm already on the pill, are we using condoms? I don't like condoms. Actually I kinda hate them. You have to stop, find one, get it open, get it on, make sure it doesn't slip off. And that's just what I do - for the guy it takes away some of the sensation, which, in turn, can be bad for me if it means having to be on top for 15 mins longer, ending up looking like I've just had a swim.
But as long as I'm not just sleeping with one person, I'll never ever do it without a condom. If you don't wrap up your candy, you'll never get it anywhere below my belly button. And even though I won't be sleeping with more than person (having lost my status as single and all), I still don't know if the guy has something nasty - or even if I do. Not that I think either of us do but you never know.
Basically, there are plenty of ways to protect yourself from pregnancy, but only one that helps against HIV, herpes, clamydia, syphilis and all that nasty stuff. That's the condom. And that's why it always needs to be there. But even condoms may break, burst, explode, dissolve or disappear inside you! It happens, and you need to prepare for that.
I'm simply not ready to have anything remotely human-like grow inside of me.
Are you?
NOT an ideal situation, anyone who's experienced that will know a few thoughts rush through your head at that moment. Those who haven't tried it should pray they never will.
We started looking all around the bed, it was nowhere to be found. On top of the sheets, under the sheets, on the floor? Anywhere? Nope! Hmm... that can only mean one thing... it was left inside.
Not too strange, considering we did move around quite a bit. The guy got all white in the face and all I could do was lie down and have a feel around. Yup. It was there. Got it out and put it in the bin. The guy was even whiter now. Why wasn't I freaking out? you might wonder.
The reason is pretty simple. I've had sex using only condom as protection before. I've never had sex without one. I freak out if it looks like it's about to move, if my period's a day late, even if everything goes perfect I'm still worried. So a while ago, I started taking magic little pills. Now all I have to do is remember actually taking them.
That didn't help the guy much though, he looked like he'd stopped breathing. (yeah I know I'm kinda making fun of him here but it was all rather cute ;)
Now, you might wonder why, if I'm already on the pill, are we using condoms? I don't like condoms. Actually I kinda hate them. You have to stop, find one, get it open, get it on, make sure it doesn't slip off. And that's just what I do - for the guy it takes away some of the sensation, which, in turn, can be bad for me if it means having to be on top for 15 mins longer, ending up looking like I've just had a swim.
But as long as I'm not just sleeping with one person, I'll never ever do it without a condom. If you don't wrap up your candy, you'll never get it anywhere below my belly button. And even though I won't be sleeping with more than person (having lost my status as single and all), I still don't know if the guy has something nasty - or even if I do. Not that I think either of us do but you never know.
Basically, there are plenty of ways to protect yourself from pregnancy, but only one that helps against HIV, herpes, clamydia, syphilis and all that nasty stuff. That's the condom. And that's why it always needs to be there. But even condoms may break, burst, explode, dissolve or disappear inside you! It happens, and you need to prepare for that.
I'm simply not ready to have anything remotely human-like grow inside of me.
Are you?
Comment Moderation
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Like Dean said:
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Tuesday, October 10, 2006
Differences In The US Military
In an effort to ensure proper training and readiness among the military services, Congress has approved the following changes to basic principles of recruit training:
Haircuts:
* Marines: Heads will be shaved.
* Army: Stylish flat-top's for all recruits.
* Navy: No haircut standard.
* Air Force: Complete makeovers as seen on the Jenny Jones show.
Training Hours:
* Marines: Reveille at 0500, train until 2000.
* Army: Reveille at 0600, train until 1900.
* Navy: Get out of bed at 0900, train until 1100, lunch until 1300, train until 1600.
* Air Force: Awaken at 1000, breakfast in bed, train from 1100 to 1200, lunch at 1200, train from 1300 to 1400, nap at 1400, awaken from nap at 1500, training ceases at 1500.
Meals:
* Marines: Meals, Ready-to-Eat 3 times a day.
* Army: One hot meal, 2 MRE's.
* Navy: 3 hot meals.
* Air Force: Catered meals prepared by the Galloping Gourmet, Julia Child, and Wolfgang Puck and Emeril Lagasse. All you can eat.
Leave And Liberty:
* Marines: None.
* Army: 4 hours a week.
* Navy: 2 days a week.
* Air Force: For every four hours of training, recruits will receive eight hours of leave and liberty.
Protocol:
* Marines: Will address all officers as "Sir," and refer to the rank of all enlisted members when speaking to them (i.e., Sgt. Smith).
* Army: Will address all officers as "Sir," unless they are friends, and will call all enlisted personnel "Sarge."
* Navy: Will address all officers as "Skipper," and all enlisted personnel as "Chief."
* Air Force: All Air Force personnel shall be on a first name basis with each other.
Decorations/Awards:
* Marines: Medals and badges are awarded for acts of gallantry and bravery only.
* Army: Medals and badges are awarded for every bullet fired, hand grenade thrown, fitness test passed, and bed made.
* Navy: Will have ships' engineers make medals for them as desired.
* Air Force: Will be issued all medals and badges, as they will most likely be awarded them at some point early in their careers anyway.
Camouflage Uniforms:
* Marines: Work uniform, to be worn only during training and in field situations.
* Army: Will wear it anytime, anywhere.
* Navy: Will not wear camouflage uniforms, they do not camouflage you on a ship. (Ship Captains will make every effort to attempt to explain this to sailors.)
* Air Force: Will defeat the purpose of camouflage uniforms by putting blue and silver chevrons and colorful squadron patches all over them.
Career Fields:
* Marines: All Marines shall be considered riflemen first and foremost.
* Army: It doesn't matter, all career fields promote to E-8 in first enlistment anyway.
* Navy: Nobody knows. The Navy is still trying figure out what sailors in the ABH, SMC, BNC and BSN rates do anyway.
* Air Force: Every recruit will be trained in a manner that will allow them to leave the service early to go on to higher paying civilian jobs.
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Single or not?
Apparently I'm not single anymore. Or so I've been told.
Is it a bad sign when the guy says he sees what we're doing as a relationship and I immedeatly get the chills, my whole back goes freezing cold and I'm sure the hairs in the back of my neck were standing straight up? Why does it feel so scary?
I've never been in any kind of relationship before. I've never had a boyfriend, never been a girlfriend. I've been aquaintance, friend, good friend, lover and fuck buddy, but never girlfriend.
I actually don't know if I am a girlfriend now either - does being in a relationship mean you're boyfriend and girlfriend?
Either way it kinda freaks me out. I used to think getting close to someone meant I'd want to push them away, that's what's happened before. I need my space and can't stand the thought of having to spend that much time with someone, someone who wants to know what I've been up to, someone I'd need to answer to.
This isn't quite like that though. This is spending time with someone and actually liking it. After a month I haven't got bored with the guy and I can't see that happening any time soon.
I haven't even noticed a single thing that's annoying about him. Now that's just weird..
Is it a bad sign when the guy says he sees what we're doing as a relationship and I immedeatly get the chills, my whole back goes freezing cold and I'm sure the hairs in the back of my neck were standing straight up? Why does it feel so scary?
I've never been in any kind of relationship before. I've never had a boyfriend, never been a girlfriend. I've been aquaintance, friend, good friend, lover and fuck buddy, but never girlfriend.
I actually don't know if I am a girlfriend now either - does being in a relationship mean you're boyfriend and girlfriend?
Either way it kinda freaks me out. I used to think getting close to someone meant I'd want to push them away, that's what's happened before. I need my space and can't stand the thought of having to spend that much time with someone, someone who wants to know what I've been up to, someone I'd need to answer to.
This isn't quite like that though. This is spending time with someone and actually liking it. After a month I haven't got bored with the guy and I can't see that happening any time soon.
I haven't even noticed a single thing that's annoying about him. Now that's just weird..
Monday, October 09, 2006
Musical condom hits the high notes
A musical condom designed to play louder and faster as lovers reach a climax is to go on sale in Ukraine.
Grigoriy Chausovsky, from Zaporozhye, said his condoms came fitted with a special sensor that registers when the condom is put on.
It transmits a signal to a miniature speaker in the base of the condom which play a melody.
He told local media: "As the sex becomes more passionate, it registers the increased speed of the movements and plays the melody faster and louder."
"Jones and his wife must really like that song, they're playing it over and over all night.."
Grigoriy Chausovsky, from Zaporozhye, said his condoms came fitted with a special sensor that registers when the condom is put on.
It transmits a signal to a miniature speaker in the base of the condom which play a melody.
He told local media: "As the sex becomes more passionate, it registers the increased speed of the movements and plays the melody faster and louder."
"Jones and his wife must really like that song, they're playing it over and over all night.."
Frustrated wife takes job in brothe
A frustrated German housewife says she has been forced to take a job in a brothel since her husband lost his sex drive.
...yes, by all means, do keep a certain standard...
I'm not entirely sure how to comment on this article..
Adelheid Kran, 58, from Berlin said: "I like sex, I like it a lot, but my husband Guenther has no appetite for sex anymore and does it about once a year."
She added in order to combat the tension between them caused by her sexual frustration she has started working in a "mature ladies" brothel.
"I saw an ad in the paper looking for mature women and decided to try it. Guenther's not thrilled about it, but I can't hem myself in just because he's not up for it and we're actually getting on better now.
"It's not something I do full time, and I only have sex with the men I like. In a job like this, you have to keep a certain standard," she said.
...yes, by all means, do keep a certain standard...
I'm not entirely sure how to comment on this article..
Friday, October 06, 2006
Tick tick tick...
Every year, when the taxes have been paid and checked and listed, they are published online. Earlier they weren't too strict about it, just put it out there and do what you want with it. The past couple years they've made a rule.
You can see how much anyone in the country earned the past year, how much what they own is worth and how much they paid in taxes. But you can only do it for three weeks, this year it's from October 6th till October 27th.
October 6th being today, certain online papers, among them Bergens Tidende, the biggest paper in Bergen, seem to write about nothing but the taxes. They have articles about anything and everything, listing the richest people in the country, in the city, those who have suspiciously low incomes, those who have no posessions yet own a couple houses and a private jet.
It's time to see who's got what and what they have to say about it. Time to sneak around and see what your neighbour earned last year and how much money she has. People can, people do. Curious?
Another thing that happened today was the Govertment presented the budget for next year. All the online articles not concerning the taxes is about... well, still taxes. Who will have to pay what next year, who will get what. Families with low incomes and children seem to come well out of it while the rich people will have to pay more.
It's an economic mania, it's all about money today, who has them and who's gonna get them.
I don't and I won't so I'll tidy up my room instead. I've had my own economic mania the last few days...
I hate...
...handing in papers I know suck.
Especially like the one I'm doing now when I know I'll fail. Which means I won't be able to do the exam this year.
And yes, I am aware that it sounds like I'm just saying "oh I'll fail" to lower my expectations or just to complain or whatever, but this is actually a paper even I can see sucks.
It's like them asking you to write an eight page essay about the history of religion and you write two pages on Star Wars, pretending you didn't read the "religion" part. That's what I'm doing, pretending I just didn't notice 90% of the questions, including all the big ones. And the maths ones.
I can't decide whether to send it off now or leave it till the morning. It's 5:33 am, the dealine is at 2pm. That's 8 and a half hours from now. If I send it in now I'll fail. If I go to sleep and get up in six hours and work on it for a couple more I'll still fail.
*blah*
Now I'm sure economics just ain't for me..
Especially like the one I'm doing now when I know I'll fail. Which means I won't be able to do the exam this year.
And yes, I am aware that it sounds like I'm just saying "oh I'll fail" to lower my expectations or just to complain or whatever, but this is actually a paper even I can see sucks.
It's like them asking you to write an eight page essay about the history of religion and you write two pages on Star Wars, pretending you didn't read the "religion" part. That's what I'm doing, pretending I just didn't notice 90% of the questions, including all the big ones. And the maths ones.
I can't decide whether to send it off now or leave it till the morning. It's 5:33 am, the dealine is at 2pm. That's 8 and a half hours from now. If I send it in now I'll fail. If I go to sleep and get up in six hours and work on it for a couple more I'll still fail.
*blah*
Now I'm sure economics just ain't for me..
Thursday, October 05, 2006
Albino Elk!
It's an elk. Aka a moose. And it's white..
When it was spotted in the east of Norway, one man said he would shoot it. The hunt this autumn has begun and he has every right to kill the animal.
Other people don't like it, apparently he's had a few people write him telling him they'd beat him up if he touched the elk. At least his wife says so - he's out in the woods so he couldn't comment on it at the moment.
Some people think the hunters shouldn't be allowed to shoot the white elk and many have said they won't.
The hunter who wants to kill it says a white elk doesn't belong in the Norwegian nature. (it has the wrong colour? isn't that like... racism?
Norwegian paper Moss Avis quotes the manager for animal department of the Institute for molecular bioscience at the University in Oslo, Morten Bronndal, saying the albino elk should be shot because, basically, it's a faulty product.
When trying to reach Bronndal and other experts at the University, newspaper VG has been unsuccessful. Apparently most of them are out hunting elk.
Grey hail and a conch shell
Anyway, there was sun and sleet and I have a strong feeling winter's on its way.
Actually, come to think of it, my camera might be partly to blame for the greyish colour of the picture. I've noticed it's getting harder and harder to get a picture that looks anything like reality - even when the sun is shining it looks like it's evening, just about to get dark. I dug up another one from a few days ago. The light was beautiful, although the sun wasn't shining. I walked through a park and it looked simply gorgeous from where I was standing. All I got was this.
Anyway, winter's coming, I'm hoping for some autumn storms before it does. Just the other day I noticed a conch shell just outside my window. Now.. you might think that's not something out of the ordinary, but I happen to live on the fourth floor and, although it might have been stranger still if the conch was floating in the air or something, I found it strange enough that it was, in fact, lying on the floor. A sort of outside floor. Well... just look at the picture already.
The conch shell wasn't very big and it was pouring down and the wind was blowing when I noticed it, so I've decided it must have blown up from the sea and landed outside my window. That sounds like the most reasonable explanation, doesn't it?
Anyway, I have a paper to write, I'm doing everything to avoid it and it might be time to get my ass in gear. I'm tired and freezing and I've got a head full of cotton (feels like it) and I think I might just have a shower to see what I can fix. Then make vegetable soup.
Then write the paper I'm doing everything to avoid.
The important things...
The important things in life never happened by accident.
But even with those things that were meant to be, sometimes
you had to wait awhile and then maybe give them a little nudge.
Nicholas Evans, The Smoke Jumper
But even with those things that were meant to be, sometimes
you had to wait awhile and then maybe give them a little nudge.
Nicholas Evans, The Smoke Jumper
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
Forgive me Father for I have sinned...
Actually I haven't sinned, but I have a suspicion it would take a Catholic a couple Hail Mary's to make this all right in the eyes of the Lord.
I also suspect if I did go to confess, the Father would be a little appalled, slightly shocked and definitely horny.
This story began in June when I came across a link to a dating page on the front page of an online paper. I clicked it because it looked cute, and stayed because it was adorable. It was a rather innocent page, mostly adults looking for «friends and/or relationships», although I'm not quite ready to be seen as an adult yet (except when I go to adult stores), still I got a profile and filled it out.
I also registered on another page, a rather more «to the point» one where people were looking for, well, sex. Having had only bad experiences with things like these, I wasn't planning on staying long but, knowing myself, I just couldn't resist all those questionnaires they wanted me to fill out. Want me to talk about myself? Sure!!
Suddenly I had a mailbox full of letters. At the most I was getting around 15 emails a day which was a little... extreme. I wasn't even in town, I'd gone home for summer right after I registered, and wasn't able to even meet any of the people who sent me emails.
After a few weeks, and a lot of emails, it got a little out of hand. I had a hundred guys wanting to be on my msn, close to 50 were already there and something like 20 I'd told «we'll have to try and meet when I get back to Bergen». And the emails kept coming. Apparently there are a lot of guys out there, not so many girls. I had to cancel my profile on one of the pages, and I stayed away from the other for a while, hoping it would calm down.
And it did. I now had around 60 guys on my msn but the flow of new ones had stopped. It was time to sort them out, find out who's who (I still don't know who half of them are), and figure out who to meet. It was still July and I wasn't going back to Bergen until the middle of August.
During the first days of August one of the guys I'd been talking to the most said he was driving some people up past where I was staying and how bout if we meet? Everything sorted out, we did, we talked for a while and ended up in bed. We met the two next days aswell and it was fun. We kept meeting when I came back to Bergen but things cooled down rather quickly. I think we had different expectations and experiences – and quite big problems communicating.
I met quite a few other guys when I got back to town – some I spent some time with, others I met for 20 mins before we both ran in opposite directions. Although no relationships of any kind, and not always sex, I did have... if not fun, then a new experience, with all of them.
A few weeks ago I was meeting a new guy at the museum. He was one of the first I noticed when I registered on that first page. I saw him checking out my page and I checked out his page but I never heard from him. That happened a lot – you saw someone, hoped they'd talk to you, then never did. The net isn't that different from real life, after all. But then when I'd forgot about him, he did email me and a while later we decided to go to the museum.
And we had fun. At least I did. I don't think he hated me either, we've been seeing quite a lot of each other since. I've asked him not to read my blog but I know he still does. I censor myself when I know people I know read this, and that's something I really shouldn't do. But there are certain things, like this post, you might not want everyone to read.. Especially a guy you just met and who you kinda like. And you don't want him to know you kinda like him because he might not kinda like you back.
So forgive me Father for I've had fun. I've had a lot of good and a couple freaky experiences, but all in all guys are relatively harmless. You just gotta know how to treat them.
I also suspect if I did go to confess, the Father would be a little appalled, slightly shocked and definitely horny.
This story began in June when I came across a link to a dating page on the front page of an online paper. I clicked it because it looked cute, and stayed because it was adorable. It was a rather innocent page, mostly adults looking for «friends and/or relationships», although I'm not quite ready to be seen as an adult yet (except when I go to adult stores), still I got a profile and filled it out.
I also registered on another page, a rather more «to the point» one where people were looking for, well, sex. Having had only bad experiences with things like these, I wasn't planning on staying long but, knowing myself, I just couldn't resist all those questionnaires they wanted me to fill out. Want me to talk about myself? Sure!!
Suddenly I had a mailbox full of letters. At the most I was getting around 15 emails a day which was a little... extreme. I wasn't even in town, I'd gone home for summer right after I registered, and wasn't able to even meet any of the people who sent me emails.
After a few weeks, and a lot of emails, it got a little out of hand. I had a hundred guys wanting to be on my msn, close to 50 were already there and something like 20 I'd told «we'll have to try and meet when I get back to Bergen». And the emails kept coming. Apparently there are a lot of guys out there, not so many girls. I had to cancel my profile on one of the pages, and I stayed away from the other for a while, hoping it would calm down.
And it did. I now had around 60 guys on my msn but the flow of new ones had stopped. It was time to sort them out, find out who's who (I still don't know who half of them are), and figure out who to meet. It was still July and I wasn't going back to Bergen until the middle of August.
During the first days of August one of the guys I'd been talking to the most said he was driving some people up past where I was staying and how bout if we meet? Everything sorted out, we did, we talked for a while and ended up in bed. We met the two next days aswell and it was fun. We kept meeting when I came back to Bergen but things cooled down rather quickly. I think we had different expectations and experiences – and quite big problems communicating.
I met quite a few other guys when I got back to town – some I spent some time with, others I met for 20 mins before we both ran in opposite directions. Although no relationships of any kind, and not always sex, I did have... if not fun, then a new experience, with all of them.
A few weeks ago I was meeting a new guy at the museum. He was one of the first I noticed when I registered on that first page. I saw him checking out my page and I checked out his page but I never heard from him. That happened a lot – you saw someone, hoped they'd talk to you, then never did. The net isn't that different from real life, after all. But then when I'd forgot about him, he did email me and a while later we decided to go to the museum.
And we had fun. At least I did. I don't think he hated me either, we've been seeing quite a lot of each other since. I've asked him not to read my blog but I know he still does. I censor myself when I know people I know read this, and that's something I really shouldn't do. But there are certain things, like this post, you might not want everyone to read.. Especially a guy you just met and who you kinda like. And you don't want him to know you kinda like him because he might not kinda like you back.
So forgive me Father for I've had fun. I've had a lot of good and a couple freaky experiences, but all in all guys are relatively harmless. You just gotta know how to treat them.
Forgive me Father for I have sinned...
Actually I haven't sinned, but I have a suspicion it would take a Catholic a couple Hail Mary's to make this all right in the eyes of the Lord.
I also suspect if I did go to confess, the Father would be a little appalled, slightly shocked and definitely horny.
This story began in June when I came across a link to a dating page on the front page of an online paper. I clicked it because it looked cute, and stayed because it was adorable. It was a rather innocent page, mostly adults looking for «friends and/or relationships», although I'm not quite ready to be seen as an adult yet (except when I go to adult stores), still I got a profile and filled it out.
I also registered on another page, a rather more «to the point» one where people were looking for, well, sex. Having had only bad experiences with things like these, I wasn't planning on staying long but, knowing myself, I just couldn't resist all those questionnaires they wanted me to fill out. Want me to talk about myself? Sure!!
Suddenly I had a mailbox full of letters. At the most I was getting around 15 emails a day which was a little... extreme. I wasn't even in town, I'd gone home for summer right after I registered, and wasn't able to even meet any of the people who sent me emails.
After a few weeks, and a lot of emails, it got a little out of hand. I had a hundred guys wanting to be on my msn, close to 50 were already there and something like 20 I'd told «we'll have to try and meet when I get back to Bergen». And the emails kept coming. Apparently there are a lot of guys out there, not so many girls. I had to cancel my profile on one of the pages, and I stayed away from the other for a while, hoping it would calm down.
And it did. I now had around 60 guys on my msn but the flow of new ones had stopped. It was time to sort them out, find out who's who (I still don't know who half of them are), and figure out who to meet. It was still July and I wasn't going back to Bergen until the middle of August.
During the first days of August one of the guys I'd been talking to the most said he was driving some people up past where I was staying and how bout if we meet? Everything sorted out, we did, we talked for a while and ended up in bed. We met the two next days aswell and it was fun. We kept meeting when I came back to Bergen but things cooled down rather quickly. I think we had different expectations and experiences – and quite big problems communicating.
I met quite a few other guys when I got back to town – some I spent some time with, others I met for 20 mins before we both ran in opposite directions. Although no relationships of any kind, and not always sex, I did have... if not fun, then a new experience, with all of them.
A few weeks ago I was meeting a new guy at the museum. He was one of the first I noticed when I registered on that first page. I saw him checking out my page and I checked out his page but I never heard from him. That happened a lot – you saw someone, hoped they'd talk to you, then never did. The net isn't that different from real life, after all. But then when I'd forgot about him, he did email me and a while later we decided to go to the museum.
And we had fun. At least I did. I don't think he hated me either, we've been seeing quite a lot of each other since. I've asked him not to read my blog but I know he still does. I censor myself when I know people I know read this, and that's something I really shouldn't do. But there are certain things, like this post, you might not want everyone to read.. Especially a guy you just met and who you kinda like. And you don't want him to know you kinda like him because he might not kinda like you back.
So forgive me Father for I've had fun. I've had a lot of good and a couple freaky experiences, but all in all guys are relatively harmless. You just gotta know how to treat them.
I also suspect if I did go to confess, the Father would be a little appalled, slightly shocked and definitely horny.
This story began in June when I came across a link to a dating page on the front page of an online paper. I clicked it because it looked cute, and stayed because it was adorable. It was a rather innocent page, mostly adults looking for «friends and/or relationships», although I'm not quite ready to be seen as an adult yet (except when I go to adult stores), still I got a profile and filled it out.
I also registered on another page, a rather more «to the point» one where people were looking for, well, sex. Having had only bad experiences with things like these, I wasn't planning on staying long but, knowing myself, I just couldn't resist all those questionnaires they wanted me to fill out. Want me to talk about myself? Sure!!
Suddenly I had a mailbox full of letters. At the most I was getting around 15 emails a day which was a little... extreme. I wasn't even in town, I'd gone home for summer right after I registered, and wasn't able to even meet any of the people who sent me emails.
After a few weeks, and a lot of emails, it got a little out of hand. I had a hundred guys wanting to be on my msn, close to 50 were already there and something like 20 I'd told «we'll have to try and meet when I get back to Bergen». And the emails kept coming. Apparently there are a lot of guys out there, not so many girls. I had to cancel my profile on one of the pages, and I stayed away from the other for a while, hoping it would calm down.
And it did. I now had around 60 guys on my msn but the flow of new ones had stopped. It was time to sort them out, find out who's who (I still don't know who half of them are), and figure out who to meet. It was still July and I wasn't going back to Bergen until the middle of August.
During the first days of August one of the guys I'd been talking to the most said he was driving some people up past where I was staying and how bout if we meet? Everything sorted out, we did, we talked for a while and ended up in bed. We met the two next days aswell and it was fun. We kept meeting when I came back to Bergen but things cooled down rather quickly. I think we had different expectations and experiences – and quite big problems communicating.
I met quite a few other guys when I got back to town – some I spent some time with, others I met for 20 mins before we both ran in opposite directions. Although no relationships of any kind, and not always sex, I did have... if not fun, then a new experience, with all of them.
A few weeks ago I was meeting a new guy at the museum. He was one of the first I noticed when I registered on that first page. I saw him checking out my page and I checked out his page but I never heard from him. That happened a lot – you saw someone, hoped they'd talk to you, then never did. The net isn't that different from real life, after all. But then when I'd forgot about him, he did email me and a while later we decided to go to the museum.
And we had fun. At least I did. I don't think he hated me either, we've been seeing quite a lot of each other since. I've asked him not to read my blog but I know he still does. I censor myself when I know people I know read this, and that's something I really shouldn't do. But there are certain things, like this post, you might not want everyone to read.. Especially a guy you just met and who you kinda like. And you don't want him to know you kinda like him because he might not kinda like you back.
So forgive me Father for I've had fun. I've had a lot of good and a couple freaky experiences, but all in all guys are relatively harmless. You just gotta know how to treat them.
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