Back in the day, when I lived in a jungle, when i didn't wear clothes (kidding, always have, probs always will...) me and the sib used to joke that we wanted to grow up to be professional nose pickers...we liked picking our own noses, we lived in a place where manners might have been a bit sparce, or at least a different etiquette was observed, so it seemed to us like a good idea...
ironically, I now find myself actually picking other peoples noses and getting paid for it. I do alot of other things too. But I always get a mental check when i find myself actually digging for gold for other people...I am reminded that I once aspired to do this, that life is not very polite at times, and more and more, that snot is everybodies problem.
Somebody has got to do it.
Pick me.
Tuesday, 23 August 2011
Monday, 15 August 2011
Not Your Average Bear
Sometimes I am not the quickest.
Things take time to sink in
I might just be the last one laughing at the joke, but always the loudest once I do
but lately I finally connected why i am so obsessed with birth order...It's kinda annoying that I am such a birth order freak, for instance the fact that I have to point out that both my sisters married third borns, so did some cousins...I also go into how personality is affected by birth order, but usually end up by somehow mentioning that third borns are probably the most complex, amazing, insightful children...and now to the reason that took so long for me to figure out... it's my nickname.
yang ketiga....literally translated to number 3...
when my dad was learning a new language he decided to call me bungsu, or youngest...makes sense, I was the baby of the family for a time, then BAM my bro came a long and I was no longer bungsu...his creative alternative became my life long obsession...to prove that number 3 is probably the sweetest sound most people will ever hear being hollered at them...to know that just because your title changes your birth order never will....I will always be...
yang ketiga
ahhhhhhhhh sometimes when i have these revelations I am so proud of myself, for finding the reason behind things...seeing how little things can become such big deals to people, my Dad probably never thought that his 'quick fix' alternative to my nickname would stick around so long, or make me the annoying birth order master that i am...
just because firstborns are the stars, second borns are so quick, third borns have their own special charm, just you wait, maybe keep waiting a bit more, still more...third borns will get to ya.
Things take time to sink in
I might just be the last one laughing at the joke, but always the loudest once I do
but lately I finally connected why i am so obsessed with birth order...It's kinda annoying that I am such a birth order freak, for instance the fact that I have to point out that both my sisters married third borns, so did some cousins...I also go into how personality is affected by birth order, but usually end up by somehow mentioning that third borns are probably the most complex, amazing, insightful children...and now to the reason that took so long for me to figure out... it's my nickname.
yang ketiga....literally translated to number 3...
when my dad was learning a new language he decided to call me bungsu, or youngest...makes sense, I was the baby of the family for a time, then BAM my bro came a long and I was no longer bungsu...his creative alternative became my life long obsession...to prove that number 3 is probably the sweetest sound most people will ever hear being hollered at them...to know that just because your title changes your birth order never will....I will always be...
yang ketiga
ahhhhhhhhh sometimes when i have these revelations I am so proud of myself, for finding the reason behind things...seeing how little things can become such big deals to people, my Dad probably never thought that his 'quick fix' alternative to my nickname would stick around so long, or make me the annoying birth order master that i am...
just because firstborns are the stars, second borns are so quick, third borns have their own special charm, just you wait, maybe keep waiting a bit more, still more...third borns will get to ya.
Friday, 5 August 2011
Hands
I think this is about the time, around the right day...
I remember going to Rick Down's funeral and hearing his son-in-law's tribute...kinda weird that I would remember it, I am sure that I have forgotten so many important things in my life, but I'll never forget his speech...he said he'd miss Rick's hands, he talked about monumental moments like his very first handshake where there was so much riding on Rick's hands, then when he asked to marry Rick's daughter and the handshake and hug that followed, but then he admitted that it was the little things, all the stuff Rick did and how he showed his love for others using his hands...at the time I think I kinda thought-who is this guy-he is obsessed with his father-in-laws hands, not really I was actually crying by the end of his speech...afterwards I remembered something you said, how you said the first thing you noticed about Grandpa was his voice, and his beautiful hands...his hands that made music, conducted choirs, and pinched his grandchildren (Tris). You loved grandpa's hands...maybe hands are secretly a bit of a thing for our family too...I for one always noticed yours...they weren't what you'd call pretty, you always mourned your nails, they had those lines in them maybe cause your hands worked alot, they were not soft, but they weren't hard either, they were just right. I always thought they were the best hands ever...your hands were so talented, maybe they didn't make the world around them sing, but they sure helped in the food department, and the gift giving, hand written cards and the love pats...oh those love pats:) so I guess, now, after remembering that speech for so long, I finally get it. I miss the things you did to show me love, but mostly, I miss your hands.
PS Last time I visited Grandpa I looked at his hands, they are still as beautiful as they always were...actually I think I inherited his amazing hands...minus the singing part of course:)
I remember going to Rick Down's funeral and hearing his son-in-law's tribute...kinda weird that I would remember it, I am sure that I have forgotten so many important things in my life, but I'll never forget his speech...he said he'd miss Rick's hands, he talked about monumental moments like his very first handshake where there was so much riding on Rick's hands, then when he asked to marry Rick's daughter and the handshake and hug that followed, but then he admitted that it was the little things, all the stuff Rick did and how he showed his love for others using his hands...at the time I think I kinda thought-who is this guy-he is obsessed with his father-in-laws hands, not really I was actually crying by the end of his speech...afterwards I remembered something you said, how you said the first thing you noticed about Grandpa was his voice, and his beautiful hands...his hands that made music, conducted choirs, and pinched his grandchildren (Tris). You loved grandpa's hands...maybe hands are secretly a bit of a thing for our family too...I for one always noticed yours...they weren't what you'd call pretty, you always mourned your nails, they had those lines in them maybe cause your hands worked alot, they were not soft, but they weren't hard either, they were just right. I always thought they were the best hands ever...your hands were so talented, maybe they didn't make the world around them sing, but they sure helped in the food department, and the gift giving, hand written cards and the love pats...oh those love pats:) so I guess, now, after remembering that speech for so long, I finally get it. I miss the things you did to show me love, but mostly, I miss your hands.
PS Last time I visited Grandpa I looked at his hands, they are still as beautiful as they always were...actually I think I inherited his amazing hands...minus the singing part of course:)
Thursday, 28 July 2011
Only the lonely
about ten years ago there was a young man who saw a girl cleaning a basement...he fell in love...for reals! serious! He walked out the door and told his mum, "I could marry a girl like that." and so he did. She being the energizer bunny, drove him to distraction at times...made his life crazy...but without him; she wouldn't know that she is accepted just as she is. When this young man became my brother I initially thought, he is really crazy about my sister, he has completely changed her sense of humor...I can say butt now...I guess he is alright.
as a bother he has never made me feel unwelcome...and that is a big feat...since I can actually make myself feel unwelcome alot of the time...I am like-well, I been hanging out with the same person for 2 hours, guess I better leave before I start annoying them and they get bored of me...for some reason, I feel like when I leave visiting him and my sis...it's always too soon...and I honestly feel like they feel that way too...actually Tris sometimes wants to clean so then i really need to clear out...but not Leigh...Leigh it's your birthday in September but since your on your lonesome this week i thought I would dedicate some space to you...let you know your the brother I never knew i always wanted...I luv it that I'm kinda like you too and we both have hang ups that Tris and mum are like, "You have issues! Why are you worrying about that????!!"
Third borns are the best...
I thought about posting a vid of me singing oops i did it again...but somehow I can see you not thinking that would be very funny if it was true...I however, the queen of overdoing an old joke, still find it HILARIOUS...
only a few more sleeps till you see your energizer bunny...and then you'll probably have to hang pictures, build dog houses, renovate your house, or some other small project with her, so you'd better get some rest:)
as a bother he has never made me feel unwelcome...and that is a big feat...since I can actually make myself feel unwelcome alot of the time...I am like-well, I been hanging out with the same person for 2 hours, guess I better leave before I start annoying them and they get bored of me...for some reason, I feel like when I leave visiting him and my sis...it's always too soon...and I honestly feel like they feel that way too...actually Tris sometimes wants to clean so then i really need to clear out...but not Leigh...Leigh it's your birthday in September but since your on your lonesome this week i thought I would dedicate some space to you...let you know your the brother I never knew i always wanted...I luv it that I'm kinda like you too and we both have hang ups that Tris and mum are like, "You have issues! Why are you worrying about that????!!"
Third borns are the best...
I thought about posting a vid of me singing oops i did it again...but somehow I can see you not thinking that would be very funny if it was true...I however, the queen of overdoing an old joke, still find it HILARIOUS...
only a few more sleeps till you see your energizer bunny...and then you'll probably have to hang pictures, build dog houses, renovate your house, or some other small project with her, so you'd better get some rest:)
Tuesday, 26 July 2011
Me from the block
Sometimes when I walk home i see them, they are skin and bones, wearing tight clothes and fab shoes...I don't really talk with them, once I tried to be friendly as I walked by, smile and say hello, once i almost started running cause she looked angry with me, 'angry' is the only one who's made eye contect with me so far. We walk the same streets but somehow it feels like we live in two different dimensions of reality. Mostly they make me pray. I pray for Jesus. Maybe I'm weird, or just scared, maybe i don't get it, maybe I should pray for other things like them to break their drug habit, be freed from their pimps, have a decent meal, use condoms, maybe I should even start doing all this, get funding to empower these women...I should be more practical, and start with practical prayers...but no, I just pray that they will know that someone is there with them, in that place. I just pray that whoever they are, wherever they go, whatever they do, no matter how dark; they know God knows their name and can still find them.
Sunday, 24 July 2011
My job...
"Do you think i can wear this?" a customer asks.
Seriously?!! I really could care less, but minimum wage is calling, and so I stop, assess, and sell.
Then, there are the husbands who won't let their wives buy something without a parting shot, like, "Well, you'd better wear it if your going to get it." Not only was I mad he said that, after all they didn't come to the mall to not shop, but he killed the sale so 1/2 hour of work...gone, out the door...
Then there are the teenage girls who have no clue what looks good on them but...I need this cause all my friends have it, "okay...but do all your friends have DD cup size?" cause that look is for AAA's but out she walks with something that she will wear a T-shirt over all summer cause she had to get the style her friends do...
the know it all's who tell you exactly what they want and then buy the opposite...hehehehe take that!
when mother's and daughter's come in...such a good time until there is more than one daughter, as soon as there is a second daughter for some reason competition, jealousy, and general bad attitudes ruin the sale...
the women who haven't bought a suit in years...I luv them, they let you pick out anything and sometimes your both surprised at what they decide to purchase...but usually a fun time...
sorry friends (and sisters) but some of the worst sales are from stay at home mum's...not gonna lie...they are hard to please, treat you like crap...and don't usually buy much...sometimes it's super fun when they bring in all their kids-cause then you make the store into a gigantic hide and seek game, or get them to help you put all the clothes away using the rods...boys luv the rods...they think it's so cool to put things back on the highest shelf, but in general these women are always cold or just plane rude...
the really narcissistic women who try on the whole store and make you rate them in every single suit and then walk out without buying a thing...seriously!
the boyfriend who sits playing on his iPhone while the girl gets you to say your opinion...I don't get it...why me? he's the one who cares so just ask him...
the I-just-lost-20-pounds women, they are fun and even though they don't buy all the time, it's kinda fun cause they are so excited and that makes you excited and then it's like a pep rally in the store..."go team!"
pregnant women. nuf said. very cute, usually fun, hard sale.
the husband's who just come in and buy what there wife is going to wear...I am like, "We do have gift cards available..." He replies, "No, that's not special enough, I'll get her this."
"She'll love it." I smile...and when he's gone i laugh, and laugh and laugh...
my fav was this very "I'm-too-cool-for-school" sports chick who needed something to cover up her tattoo...school outing or something and so she would probably not wear it again but she needed it...I got her what she wanted and she was happy so at the till I couldn't help myself, "What's the tattoo of?" She looked so sheepish, "It's a lily." then she quickly added, "I know right; but it's actually really dope." I think I said something stupid like, "Lily's are great." She did not strike me as the lily type...she made me think of a line from my fav movie, you can't take it with you, "The die is cast, I am a lily,"
yup, lily's are very dope.
Seriously?!! I really could care less, but minimum wage is calling, and so I stop, assess, and sell.
Then, there are the husbands who won't let their wives buy something without a parting shot, like, "Well, you'd better wear it if your going to get it." Not only was I mad he said that, after all they didn't come to the mall to not shop, but he killed the sale so 1/2 hour of work...gone, out the door...
Then there are the teenage girls who have no clue what looks good on them but...I need this cause all my friends have it, "okay...but do all your friends have DD cup size?" cause that look is for AAA's but out she walks with something that she will wear a T-shirt over all summer cause she had to get the style her friends do...
the know it all's who tell you exactly what they want and then buy the opposite...hehehehe take that!
when mother's and daughter's come in...such a good time until there is more than one daughter, as soon as there is a second daughter for some reason competition, jealousy, and general bad attitudes ruin the sale...
the women who haven't bought a suit in years...I luv them, they let you pick out anything and sometimes your both surprised at what they decide to purchase...but usually a fun time...
sorry friends (and sisters) but some of the worst sales are from stay at home mum's...not gonna lie...they are hard to please, treat you like crap...and don't usually buy much...sometimes it's super fun when they bring in all their kids-cause then you make the store into a gigantic hide and seek game, or get them to help you put all the clothes away using the rods...boys luv the rods...they think it's so cool to put things back on the highest shelf, but in general these women are always cold or just plane rude...
the really narcissistic women who try on the whole store and make you rate them in every single suit and then walk out without buying a thing...seriously!
the boyfriend who sits playing on his iPhone while the girl gets you to say your opinion...I don't get it...why me? he's the one who cares so just ask him...
the I-just-lost-20-pounds women, they are fun and even though they don't buy all the time, it's kinda fun cause they are so excited and that makes you excited and then it's like a pep rally in the store..."go team!"
pregnant women. nuf said. very cute, usually fun, hard sale.
the husband's who just come in and buy what there wife is going to wear...I am like, "We do have gift cards available..." He replies, "No, that's not special enough, I'll get her this."
"She'll love it." I smile...and when he's gone i laugh, and laugh and laugh...
my fav was this very "I'm-too-cool-for-school" sports chick who needed something to cover up her tattoo...school outing or something and so she would probably not wear it again but she needed it...I got her what she wanted and she was happy so at the till I couldn't help myself, "What's the tattoo of?" She looked so sheepish, "It's a lily." then she quickly added, "I know right; but it's actually really dope." I think I said something stupid like, "Lily's are great." She did not strike me as the lily type...she made me think of a line from my fav movie, you can't take it with you, "The die is cast, I am a lily,"
yup, lily's are very dope.
Wednesday, 13 July 2011
Phat Cats
There is a movie rental place a block away from my house. It's the landmark i used when I first moved here to remember where I lived. Me and my roomie would be driving, searching, ..."there's Phat Cats"..."ok,turn turn turn"!!! It's Phat Cats. Seriously, the best name ever...and then I started wondering about what it would take to become a member there...a 'Phat Cat' as it has always been a secret dream of mine. (only since I moved here did i realize this of course) So, the other day, I went in and asked. Now being that I live in the neighborhood that I do, I wasn't quite sure what membership would all require...I mean, how do you become a Phat CAT? The thought did occur that they might want me to leave a pound of flesh to ensure I bring the video back...this made the whole dream of becoming a Phat Cat even more desirable for some strange reason, turns out all they want is my phone bill...and no they are not offering to pay it, they just want to make sure they can track me down...those Phat Cats...I am making things happen, I am realizing this dream, it will come true, thats, Phat Cat to you:)
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