| Wednesday, March 25th, 2009 |
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| Wednesday, December 31st, 2008 |
| 6:12 pm |
Made it back to Croydon for the weekend, went to a family wedding on Saturday night and made it out for the old school Tang Soo Do get-together in Croydon on the Sunday. Good times \m/ Safely esconced back at work, Just thought I'd share a random conversation from our Team Chat: LE says: It means no worries for the rest of yours...... akunamattata LE says: days* CP says: Lucy, when you speak it aloud it sounds like, I kid you not, "potato cunt" in portuguese LE says: >< CP says: it made the lion king movie take on strange new meanings Kaeshan Nallanathar says: You'd think they'd change the word for the portugese version? CP says: The thing about movies and such in portugal is that the public prefers original versions, like no movies are ever dubbed (except kid's movies). And yes, there was a dubbed portuguese version of lion king but I've never watched it, I always watch things in original version where possible. CP says: Because dubbing is so unpopular in portugal, there's like 2 or 3 professional dubbing companies, which makes it really awkward as there's not a very big pool of "voice types" they pull from. CP says: Best example I can give is that Goku from Dragonball Z, the Black power ranger and Richard Haydn from The Sound of Music all have the same extremely effeminate voice, as they're all voiced by the same (openly gay) guy. CP says: and if thats not hilarious I dont know what is |
| Sunday, December 28th, 2008 |
| 2:31 pm |
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| Wednesday, December 24th, 2008 |
| 3:14 pm |
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| Tuesday, December 23rd, 2008 |
| 2:50 pm |
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| Monday, December 15th, 2008 |
| 2:14 am |
Hanging out at Lee at home
He showed me the 'amazing' adventure time, which made me seriously wonder if he was on something: But then he showed me the little get some snacks & be considerate of other moviegoers clip from the start of the Aqua Teen Hunger Force movie, and all was forgiven Current Mood:  amused |
| Thursday, December 11th, 2008 |
| 2:12 pm |
Been in this house just over a week now
...and normally it takes a little while for me to get used to a new bed. The telltale sign is when I start to have normal-for-me-dreams. Last night I dreamed that I visited the house of some kind of dictator/crimelord dressed as a holy man. Once I'd got in and was in a room alone with him I choked him to death and hid his body. Looks like I'm settling in EditThanks to ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) snazoo for brightening my day with http://www.27bslash6.com/hatemail.html;-) Current Mood:  thoughtful |
| Tuesday, December 9th, 2008 |
| 3:23 pm |
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| Friday, November 28th, 2008 |
| 8:33 pm |
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| Tuesday, November 25th, 2008 |
| 7:41 pm |
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| Monday, November 24th, 2008 |
| 11:27 am |
Training's over
As of tomorrow I'll be officially starting. My working week is 3:30 pm - 2:30 am, Tuesday-Friday. We got a choice of shifts, but each available shift only had 1-3 free slots. I grabbed this one because it gives me sat/sun/mon free so if I want to go somewhere for a weekend (or have people over) I'll at most need to ask for a shortened Friday. Also, when I was in my playing WoW heydey I wouldn't go to bed 'til after 2:30 anyway... The good thing about working here right now is that the Euro is quite strong against the pound. I think if you're exchanging pounds for euros you'll be lucky to get 1.1 Euro per pound. The bad thing is that I've noticed that things are a bit pricey here. A round of 4 sambuca shots cost me just under 19 Euros. I'll be needing to stock up on things in visits to England I think. I'm still in the hotel but our house will hopefully be ready on Thursday. However they might not get phone/net connected for a month or two. How will I live? I could come back to the hotel (Blizzard pays for it until December 9th) but it'll still be 10 euros a day to get online here. Still a better rate than any net cafe if I'll be using it for prolonged periods (which I always do!) I shall leave you with an amusing query I had "Hello! Me and my friend made a wager about me getting lvl 80 as the first dk (Deathknight) on this realm, however i dont think i can make it... We betted 500 euros and its too much! Please please please grant me lvl 80 or i will be forced to stop playing because i wont afford =( please? i wont tell anyone you did it if you do :P okey thx ! <3" Current Music: Flyleaf - Fully Alive |
| Monday, September 29th, 2008 |
| 4:44 pm |
The joys of the internet
So, last week a student in Finland shot 10 other students before killing himself http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/europe/7631650.stmDocketing that fact away, let's move on to the fact that I play World of Warcraft. It's an on-line game, and you get the best stuff in it by playing with groups of up to 24 other players. A coupla days after the shooting I was waiting with 23 other players for the last person in our pre-arranged team (a guy called Henri who lives in Finland) to get on-line. He never showed and in the end we replaced him and carried on without him. The guy running the raid sent him an e-mail and asked if there was any particular reason he didn't show? As a matter of fact, there was. And it was a doozie ( And Finland gets one step closer to becoming the US ) Current Mood: amused |
| Wednesday, August 27th, 2008 |
| 12:48 pm |
Weekend in Holland
Stayed with a couple friends from on-line, Roy & Janine. Little place called Heerlen right next to the borders of Belgium and Germany. (Roy told me of a street near him that started in Holland and ended in Germany) I got the Eurostar for the first time in 10 years, the last time was just after it opened when speedfroy and I hopped across to Paris to meet snazoo. My ticket took me from London to Brussels and from there to anywhere in Holland, but Roy and Janine told me they lived closer to Brussels than to Amsterdam so they picked me up from Brussels Midi. Something I wish I'd known about when I first booked my tickets: the London - Brussels part cost £64.50 return, the Brussels - Amsterdam part cost about £80 o_0 Ah well, still cheaper than flying. We went snowboarding (first time for all of us), went for icecream, watched some films, played some Arkham Horror and I taught them the ways of Pnickies. Janine's parents made me feel welcome (something in which her mother wasn't hampered by her lack of English) as did her dog Zidane who at one point apparently wanted to lick my face so much that he smacked me in the nuts in order to get my head in reach when I keeled over... The thing that sticks out in my mind most though, is when they took me to table tennis on Friday evening (Roy's been playing for 11 years and teaches little kids as well as going for competitions). Not just because I went through a brief phase of playing it all the time when I was about 10 or 11 - although I apparently still retain all the skills of an over-enthusiastic 10 or 11 yr old :-P. At the end of the session Roy pointed at the logo on my trackie bottoms (jogging pants for those of you across the pond) and asked if I was a racist. Well, of course I'm a racist (Booyakasha!) but I didn't see how my Lonsdale training gear gave this away? He covered up the 'Lo' and 'le' with his fingers and looked at me meaningfully. My return look was completely without meaning or comprehension. What was special about the letters NSDA? NSDA stands for Nationalen Sozialistischen Deutschen Arbeiters (excuse my spelling if it's off) - the political party that Hitler was part of. The inclusion of these letters in the logo has made this brand gang colours for neo-nazis who would especially wear a T shirt with the brand across it in big letters and then wear a hoodie/jacket over it, unzipped enough just to uncover the NSDA in the middle. Schools have banned students from wearing the brand, and there are bars etc who won't let you in if you're wearing it either. The fact that I'd been walking around in clothes that basically told people I wanted to kick my own ass amused me greatly. I'm off to Dublin this weekend with princessorchid. I wonder if I'll unknowingly promote any racist organisations while I'm over there? o_0 Current Mood:  awakeCurrent Music: People tapping at keyboards |
| Wednesday, August 20th, 2008 |
| 10:52 am |
Let me tell you a story
A man sent his brother (who lived in another country) some money. The brother needed some farming equipment and to put some money together because his daughter was looking to get married. The money hit the brother's bank. The government found out about it and a militant splinter group sent the man's brother a very succinct message: "Give us the money, or use it to buy coffins for your kids" The man knew of other cases where this had happened, and knew that they would follow through on the threat. He couldn't go to the police since they wouldn't take steps against the splinter group. So he had no choice but to give up the money. This all happened a couple of months ago. The other country was Sri Lanka. The man who sent the money to his brother was my dad. |
| Monday, August 11th, 2008 |
| 3:04 pm |
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| Thursday, February 28th, 2008 |
| 1:07 pm |
Huss
I was just thinking this morning that I needed to update livejournal more, but didn't have anything update-worthy to note. Then I went out to buy a sandwich for lunch and discovered that my bank account was empty. A quick trip to my bank and a somewhat curious conversation with the nice lady under the help/advice banner revealed that on Monday, someone - apparently with my bank card (the same card I had just tried to buy a sandwich on) and the knowledge of my PIN number - went to an ATM and withdrew money £80 at a time until my account was empty. What makes this a little bit more special is that I was at work in Croydon all day on Monday. And the withdrawals happened in Belarus o_0 Current Mood:  confused |
| Wednesday, November 7th, 2007 |
| 12:47 pm |
pratheepa and I will be in Edmonton from Wed 14th to Wed 21st to attend nurse_quigg and Ryan's wedding. That is all |
| Thursday, June 14th, 2007 |
| 11:53 am |
Since my last update
...not much has happened. Had a few interviews (messed one up in a really silly way, the others went to applicants with 'more relevant experience' :-P) and still plugging away at the applications. Fun fun stuff. Still spending most of my weekend time at j_ellaway and limit_fist's place in Camden. Speaking of whom, they graded from white belt to orange belt last Sunday. d_vo (our instructor) didn't make it due to being at Download. Jane and Per both did exceedingly well (especially considering they'd just gotten their uniforms minutes beforehand and that Per 'Man-Wall' Timelin's was too small!). I see a coupla tae kwon do habits that they need to be weaned off but they were still head and shoulders better than the rest of the people grading at their level. Per destroyed the board with his right leg frontkick and then they asked him to try with his other leg. Foolish people didn't know he's left-handed... Tournament this Saturday. Kinda sad to know that in the 3 years since the last one I went to, I've only graded once. I recognised a couple of blackbelts from the grading just passed as people who were just starting before I went to Canada :-( Problem with these CIMA courses being on a Monday, means I can't make Tang Soo Do classes often. Something's gotta give. |
| Monday, March 26th, 2007 |
| 7:56 am |
Job job job
The accounting position I applied for a coupla weeks ago still hadn't got back to me, so I called them and ended up speaking with the woman who interviewed me. Of course I didn't get it. The reasons were a little bit different. She said that in the interview I'd come across as a bright and dynamic young man who could very easily do the job. But after I'd left she started wondering whether or not I'd get bored at the job and leave after a week or two, leaving her in the position of having to find someone else (since it's entry level). She then said I might get resentful at the fact that the guy I'd be reporting to was earning a lot more than I would be and he's roughly at the same stage in his accounting qualifications as I am. Then she said she wasn't sure that this was what I wanted to do. And the next day they'd interviewed someone who had previous experience doing the exact same job and had hired her o_0 On the other hand, I got the job at PDC in Croydon. As of today, it is now officially my job to help unemployed people find work. Sure, the pay is half what I'd be earning as a London policeman (*sob*) but it's better than nothing. And I can always keep an eye out for any decent jobs that may pass through here. Although if I stick it out here for a while they'll want to promote me to tutor, which will involve me taking some kind of teacher course (which they'll pay for). So that could be fun. Sorry about any misunderstanding that may've arisen from the last post by the way: apart from the first paragraph, it only happened in my head. Ah, the perils of early morning caffeine. |
| Monday, March 19th, 2007 |
| 10:18 pm |
On Thursday afternoon, the guy I'm shadowing (Robert, although when he writes it it looks suspiciously like 'Robot') gave me a huge pile of the different forms we use - 1 of each form - with a view to my learning about them. On Friday morning he called me into his office to test me on said knowledge. ... Since I hadn't had a chance to give them more than a cursory glance I got a bit nervous. I got through the first few questions but the fourth one gave me pause for thought: "What is the purpose of an SE2 form?" How was I supposed to remember the technical names of all the forms? It was a trick question they slipped in there so they'd have an excuse to fire me! And all because I'm not white! I loudly denounced Robert's racism and yelled that he could not oppress my people. I jumped onto the desk (a tricky happenstance considering the overhead projector that took up over half of the space on it) and stood up straight with my fist raised, ready to sing a militant tamil song. But then it occurred to me that I don't know any militant tamil songs. I don't know ANY tamil songs. Knowing that time was of the essence (there's only so long you can stand in a defiant pose on a desk in a second floor office without a) singing loudly or b) looking like a complete twit) I started singing the only non-English song I know. Sadly, if people were to make a list of foreign songs that inspire awe and attention in such a situation, Frere Jacque would probably be right at the bottom I'd just gotten through the first two lines when Gary the office manager burst in demanding to know what the racket was all about. The sudden outburst from the side - whilst something of a relief (my knowledge of 'Frere Jacque' is limited to the first two lines, and I wasn't looking forward to humming defiantly. It would've somewhat lessened the seriousness of the stand I was making) - was also extremely surprising, and in turning round to face this newest threat I tripped over the overhead projector I was currently sharing the desk with and smacked my head off the wall on the way to the ground. As I lay on my back, the feeling of liquid warmth leaving my head and disjointed spinning images of a confused and scared looking Robert circling those of confused and angry looking Gary flitting through my vision, it occurred to me that an SE2 form is a client registry form that we use to record a new client's information Current Music: Ok Go - Here it goes again |
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