Furry Olives and Angry Goats

Ugh! When I woke up and saw that olive skin and that furry body, I thought, "Please, God, let it be a giant furry olive."

How many times does the obvious sit in front of us, staring and glaring, and yet we still pray for it to be a completely different scenario - no matter how unrealistic or ridiculous it may be? How many furry olives have we wished and hoped for?

Why deny the obvious? The results of our actions? I know it's hard... but the situation wouldn't change even if you wish upon the most promising of stars.

Truth is and always will be the truth. Results are results. Physics - to every action, there is a reaction.

An aim of mine (you know, we always set these personal goals) is to accept situations as they are - with grace and poise - and deal with them - again with g & p.

Switcharoo - HW contacted me - once again - about my grades to see if I qualify to an awesomest opportunity... and whaddyaknow - no grades available TO DATE... heck, not even a reply on how, when, nada... grrrrr...

Switcharootoo - Sooo... I'm lagging behind on my structuring - I want to structure myself and everything around me

*freeeak*

no no... really... simple things, like I went to grab some lunch, looked in my wallet, and the cash is all squeezed and bundled and - unstructured.

INTERJECTION IMPORTANTEEEEE - what the feck? Y'know, I tolerate alot...

*sure*

ok ok - so I'm a bit short at times... but what really really gets me mad - almost as mad as the goat on Sesame Street - is when people step across the courtesy line... WHY do people assume they can speak to another person in any manner they deem as fit? When there is little to no tie between two people, especially, isn't it risky to assume you know how to communicate with each other? Thus, ain't generic courtesy the rule? I have just been ordered by my equal - who is supposed to be here with me right now - to research a topic that is unfamiliar - rather, completely foreign - to me to send to her... no explanations as to why, what for, nothing... well yuh know once that line has been crossed, I deem the conversation null and void. I mean, it's like a furry olive - the obvious just doesn't exist - and just like that, the conversation never happened. I don't even remember being on the phone... hmm... wink

*THAT'S your way of dealing with it?*

Look, at least I can converse with my colleague again - the discomfort and line crossing manner doesn't exist.

*Furry olive...*

Que sera...


Anyhoooozzzz ... structure! Yes, so for example, I have clothes on the spare bed because - well, because it's not in use and it's soooo much easier to dump them there than pack them away each and every wash.

*wait wait... so.... iz lazy yuh lazy?!*

Mebbe...

And after paying another 500 TTD for this month's phone bill, I realise - yuh know what? I really have to structure things! Keep track and get back in control...

I know that I slacked off alot since not earning an income... something about being a student again made me feel oh too dependent... but if I want to move to where the men wear skirts and say "ay" for yes, then I gotta shape up!

And yeah - that means with food too (yep - I prepared myself breakfast, lunch and snacks for today - all of which were demolished before 10am... ahem!).


I found this to be zupa:


Paying for the same thing three times
There is a legend in the region of Punjab, about a thief who broke into
a farm and stole two hundred onions. But before he could make his escape,
he was caught by the farmer and led before the judge.
The magistrate past sentence: the payment of ten gold pieces. But the
man alleged that the fine was too high, so the judge offered him two alternatives:
to be whipped twenty times, or eat the two hundred onions.
The thief chose to eat the two hundred onions. When he had eaten
twenty-five, his eyes were already filled with tears, and his stomach was
burning up like the fires of hell. Since there were still 175 to go, and he
knew he would never bear this punishment, he begged to be thrashed
twenty times.
The judge agreed. But when the whip tore into his back for the tenth
time, he implored for the punishment to be stopped, for he could not
stand the pain. His wish was granted, but the thief still had to pay the
ten pieces of gold.
- If you had accepted the fine, you would have avoided eating the
onions and wouldn’t have suffered with whip - said the judge. - But you
preferred the more difficult path, not understanding that, when you
have done wrong, it is better to pay up quickly and forget the matter.