… I think that is the most epic in this podcast (Welcome to Night Vale) ever, (and I must say Kevin pulled it of damn well) with the NV music swelling to a high and Kevin and Lauren we frozen in their Strex-made underwears. With fear. Of the man holding the cat (an Erika the *whispers* angel).
Okay … how shall I tell this one?
I was awaiting June the 1st with unhealthy anticipation. It was Sunday so I had chores to get done. I was about to collapse in a hot heap when I remembered why I was supposed to be so stoked! In this heat, shirts were for losers so I ditched mine and locked myself up in my room and sprawled on my bed, cradling my phone.
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What the hell. Let me just say that I had lost my marbles temporarily. It was good that I was alone but I think my family heard me because the gave me those knowing looks of concern.
So here’s a section of the transcript for this episode:48, Renovations. (The following are parts from the transcript I found at Cecil Speaks). It’s kind of long, but it would be cool it you read it through 🙂 Continue reading
Doesn’t it irk you when you go to your local supermarket and check the expiry date on that can of corn and see 03/06/09? Is it 3rd of June 2009? The 9th of March 2006? Perhaps the 6th of September 2003? You just don’t know and when you inquire at the cashier, or ask the manager, no one can’t tell either. Is that corn safe to eat? Or will I be poisoned before I turned 20?
I am definitely sure there are consumers out there all over the world are bewildered. What I suggest is that there should be a standard international format for the expiry dates. I’m unaware if there’s already one in place, and I will check that out soon enough, but what if producers don’t abide to it? We’re screwed (if such words offend you please let me know, my apologies if I already have) anyway. This is just a thought I fished out from some corner of my brain, I’d meant to post about this earlier but I forgot. Again.
I’m just fed and up. What else can I say?
Now have your say and rant along with me 🙂
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Do you know how difficult it is to life up to expectations? Of course you do, who doesn’t? My family is counting on me to become a doctor, fine, no problem, I shall endure boot-camp with Chemistry and Maths courses. I’d like to be one, a doctor, I have for the longest while but I’m not really sure if that what I’m meant to do in life but I won’t know until I try, right? So I will, I’m going to bust my butt to try to get into Cambridge or another good college.
We have a little family business, that my siblings and cousins and I are expected to continue to run and improve and being somewhat the eldest I’m expected to get serious, I’ve already got my fingers in the familial pie and I will do my darned best. My family has worked too hard for everything to waste away, they sacrificed a lot for us to get to this point and I owe it to them and the business to assert my self and commit.
These days I’m being teased about when I get married this will happen so and so, then they go on about the boy, a very sorry boy if he got on the wrong side of my daddy dearest who – like all dads – has a shotgun. My grandma and some of my friends are relentless when they touch on that subject, the boy, I cringe at the thought.
Frankly, this is not the time to get all soppy and stupid over some idiot when Continue reading