| Lazy Sunday (11/22) |
[Nov. 22nd, 2009|12:54 am] |
Walking, nice cold day.
Exploring my town, Ansan.
Parks, stadium, arts.
About seven miles,
Exhausted, then fourteen flights.
Time for a nap now.
Also, they spit in the street here. It's gross. But they don't blow their noses because they think that's gross. |
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| Last night's haikus |
[Nov. 21st, 2009|07:27 pm] |
Please, what is this place?
My heartbeat thrums familiar
Drowned out by this place.
Bedding smells like me
Finally comfortable
And so fall asleep
Can he forgive me?
Still berating myself here.
And how long will I? |
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| Flight itinerary |
[Nov. 11th, 2009|11:43 am] |
Depart DFW 7:16 a.m. Friday the 13th, arrive Seoul 7:15 p.m. Nov. 14. 4 hours to San Fran and 13 to Seoul. I'll be living 14 hours in the FUTURE!
And I've so far learned to count to 10 in Korean, which is mostly useless because they use Chinese numbers. |
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| A Beautiful Story |
[Sep. 11th, 2009|09:09 pm] |
"This guy's walkin' down a street when he falls in a hole. The walls are so steep he can't get out. A doctor passes by and the guy shouts up, "Hey you! Can you help me out?" The doctor writes a prescription, throws it down in the hole, and moves on.
Then a priest comes along and the guy shouts up, "Father, I'm down in this hole; can you help me out?" The priest writes out a prayer, throws it down in the hole and moves on.
Then a friend walks by. "Hey, Joe, it's me. Can ya help me out?" And the friend jumps in the hole. Our guy says, "Are ya stupid? Now we're both down here." The friend says, "Yeah, but I've been down here before and I know the way out." |
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| New skill acquired |
[Jul. 21st, 2009|11:40 pm] |
Just the other day was really awesome. I dropped one of my favorite earrings down the bathroom sink. So not awesome. They're just silver half hoops, but in the last decade I've been shopping for earrings, I've never found any I liked as much as these. And now one was gone. Deep down in the abyss. Ugh, I didn't want to have to call maintenance to fish out my fucking earring from the pipes. I thought about it, and then I thought about what I would say in such a phone call. Not cool. I doubted I could reach it with a hanger or anything. Lame. So I pulled everything out from under the sink and started taking things, namely the U-bend, apart.
Et voila! Earring recovered! Covered in nasty black goo from the pipe! Well it was easy enough to wipe off and put everything back together. I was grinning ear to ear all day, filled with the greatest sense of self-empowerment. I've never fiddled with plumbing except for the same old problem we always have with the toilet. This was a very exciting day for me. I didn't have to call maintenance, a neighbor, or a boy friend. I learned plumbing 101 all by myself! How cool am I? |
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[Jun. 17th, 2009|09:41 pm] |
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Do you ever have the feeling that maybe your life has no greater purpose than being the butt of some cosmic joke? That's what my week has been like. I can't decide whether to laugh, cry, or glower at the skies. |
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| Sorry, I don't know how to do a cut. |
[Jun. 8th, 2009|06:24 pm] |
Amtgard in a Nutshell
I have been in Amtgard for:
[] Less than a Year
[] 1-2 Years
[x]3-5 Years
[]6-10 Years
[]10+ Years
I have been a part of the following Amtgard Kingdoms:
[]Burning Lands
[x] Emerald Hills
[] Celestial Kingdom
[] Golden Plains
[] Iron Mountains
[] Goldenvale
[] Dragonspine
[] Wetlands
[] Neverwinter
[] Blackspire
[] Rising Winds
[] Crystal Groves
[] Desert Winds
[] Freeholds
I have played the following classes:
[]Anti-Paladin
[]Archer
[]Assassin
[]Barbarian
[]Bard
[x]Color
[]Druid
[]Healer
[]Monk
[]Monster
[]Paladin
[]Peasant
[]Raider
[]Scout
[x]Warrior
[]Wizard
My highest level in any given class is:
[]1
[x]2
[]3
[]4
[]5
[]6
I have made the following fighting implements:
[]Dagger
[x]Short sword
[]Long Sword
[]Madu
[]Great Weapon
[x]Short Pole Arm
[]Pole arm
[]Arrows
[]Throwies
[]Spell Balls
[x]Shield
I have broken the following weapons (If no to all skip following question):
[]Dagger
[]Short sword
[]Long Sword
[]Madu
[]Great Weapon
[]Short Pole Arm
[x]Pole arm [Rather, it was broken upon me.]
[]Arrows
[]Throwies
[]Spell Balls
[]Shield
I BROKE WEAPONS BECAUSE:
[]I was Fighting....and Losing.
[]I was fighting and Kicking ass.
[]It was the Flurb's fault
[]I was the flurb
[]I was drunk
[]I was being Stupid
[X]Whoever made it sucks at making weapons
[]I wasn't using it for amtgard
[]I was using it in a manner that would get me thrown in jail in real life.
[]I hit someone too hard
[]They were sluffing their shots, so I made sure they'd call dead.
[]I dont remember but I think there were hot chicks involved
[]Some moron borrowed it....broke it then I used it....and thought I broke it.
[] (Insert link here where story can be found on Amtwiki)
I HAVE SERVED IN THE FOLLOWING OFFICES:
[]Monarch
[]Prime Minister
[X]Regent
[]Champion
[x]Park Idiot
[X]Park Wench
MY COLORS ARE:
[]Pink
[]Red
[]Orange
[]Yellow
[X]Green
[]Teal
[x]Turquoise
[]Blue
[x]Purple
[]Burgundy
[x]Black
[]Brown
[]White
[]Silver
[]Gold
AT ANY GIVEN AMTGARD EVENT, I PARTICIPATE IN:
[x]Ditching (sometimes)
[]Training
[]Class Battles
[]Weapon Master
[x]Sparring (it happens)
[]Weapon Making
[x]Garb Making
[x]General Mayhem
[x]Debauchery
[]Molesting the Women
[x]Watching
QUESTIONS!!!
-What's your FULL Amtgard name?
Aylin Karyn
-What's your title?
Regent Lady Squire
-Weapon of Choice?
forentine
-Style of Choice?
lefty-fu
-What are you most known for?
Belly dance, fire spinning, camera wielding
-Proudest Amt-moment?
Scaring off a few dipshit newbies from the game forever
-Favorite Park?
Eagleshire
-Favorite Amtgarder?
Me
-Favorite Park Event?
Barbecue days
-If you had to chose one weapon with which you're not experienced, what would it be?
Pole
-Favorite piece of garb?
Purple dress with fraying seams
-Favorite piece of Armor?
Do boned bodices count? Because my tan one has saved me from having the wind knocked out of me on the ditch field.
-Favorite Kingdom?
Emerald Hills
-If you could have a threesome with any two other amtgarders who would they be?
Ew.
-Court or Fighting Garb?
Neither. I like "other" garb best.
-Favorite Class to play?
indigo
-Best weather to play in?
60-65 degrees and sunny
-Favorite event?
TKM |
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[Jun. 8th, 2009|06:18 pm] |
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I had an interview today for a job to teach English in Korea. It sounds like the coolest opportunity ever. They'll email me in the next 24 hours to let me know if I got the position. I am so nervous and excited. Wish me success! |
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| Inspired by asshattery |
[May. 18th, 2009|06:53 pm] |
What makes a real woman?
In my opinion, a real woman has nothing to do with a man or her relationship to him. A real woman is one who can take care of HERSELF physically, emotionally, and financially. A real woman is not waiting for her other half; she is self-sufficient and confident in herself and her identity as an INDIVIDUAL.
A real woman is more than a mother, a lover, a wife, a teacher. She is her own person, too, has her own interests, hopes, and dreams.
A real woman doesn't let men or failed relationships destroy her identity and her happiness. A real woman never believes she can't live without someone. A real woman is not afraid to grieve, but she also finds the strength to heal and to forgive. She doesn't hold herself back or put herself down in anger, misery, and blame.
She loves her body, all of it, every blemished, chunky, odd inch of it, and does her best to treat it right.
"A real woman knows how to carry herself well, can love only 1 man at a time, and respects herself as well as others. A real woman doesn't need to depend on other people in order to be her own woman. A real woman is a lady." - from another blogger
Almost, but NO.
A real woman loves as many people (men or women) as she likes at any time. Whatever your personal preferences, as long as someone is happy with her loving relationships, I see no reason to count out the alternative sexual/relationship preferences of anyone.
A real woman is true to herself and never fake, be she a redneck or a prep school graduate, a fun-loving college party girl, bawdy wench, or a classy lady.
I would add more insights, but my brain is mushing. Yours? |
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| *joy* |
[May. 13th, 2009|05:20 pm] |
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My mom bought me a car! It's a silver '99 Ford Escort. And just in time, too, since it appears that I can no longer walk without a brace on my knee. Fun stuff. I should probably get around to seeing a doctor, but I'm not really sure where to go except for the hospital. Meh, at least I can walk with a brace. |
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| Denton Arts & Jazz Festival |
[Apr. 25th, 2009|10:20 am] |
I went yesterday from open to almost 10 p.m. and it was awesome! Last year was my first year, but I went late Sunday and missed almost all the booths.
Man, that festival has the market cornered on expensive fucking rocks. I saw the most amazing tiger eye pendant set in silver and made the mistake of checking the price: $75. I know those damn rocks are not worth nearly what anyone charges for them. :0(
There was a lot of fantastic art, too. Wish my full-time job would at least give me half-time hours so I could afford pretty things. (I got sent home at 10 or 11 a.m. three or four days this week.)
I bought a coloring book from a fantastic artist Brad W. Foster and am going to have SO many hours of enjoyment from a $3.50 purchase. *Joy*
I and a friend were resting our feet and enjoying some funnel cake when we saw a belly dancer walk by. "Ooh, let's follow her..." We happened upon the right stage about 15 minutes before the belly dancers were set to perform. Yay! I got vids, which I will upload later.
And then we had to walk all the way back, which totally sucked. |
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| Joy of life? |
[Mar. 17th, 2009|06:02 pm] |
So I was in a car wreck this past Saturday.
Paulo didn't feel up to going to Dragon Master with me but gave me the insurance card and some gas money and let me take the car. As I turned south on the I-35E service road from Ft Worth Dr, I slowed down to get on the short, curvy on-ramp. The roads were still wet from storms over the last few days, and the car started sliding, I turned into it, hoping I'd end up on the wide, grassy shoulder. But the car jerked and spun around counterclockwise across the highway. When I was facing the oncoming traffic head on, with the car still spinning, I shut my eyes and put my hands up by my head, a reflex I guess. A pickup truck t-boned the passenger side of the car, effectively pushing us both into the left shoulder.
As soon as the car stopped and I saw traffic was going around us, I managed to call 911, saw the other driver exit his truck, and told the operator everyone was ok; we did not need an ambulance. A nice, older middle-aged couple stopped to help and the woman just held me because I couldn't stop shaking and gave me a look over to confirm I wasn't broken.
The police officer on the scene said he wrote it up as a 4 in terms of damage with a 5 being the worst possible and always having fatalities. He said to me, "I don't know if you're religious, but God was looking out for you today." He contacted his office and his sergeant told him he had to issue a citation, but he told me he'd been in this for 20 years and that was the one thing that really chaffed his hide. He said the way I described what happened, it was clear there was nothing I could do to control the vehicle and prevent the accident, so he chose not to issue me a citation. He also said if there had been a passenger, they'd be dead.
My friend took me home, but my head hurt and was getting worse, so I changed because there was glass all down my shirt (beneath a bodice, so I couldn't do anything about it on the scene), and had my friend take me to the ER. They took x-rays and gave me a prescription for painkillers and muscle relaxers, told me I'd be in a ton of pain in the morning. The nurse said I'd feel like I'd been hit by a truck, which I was.
Next morning, though, I got up and said to myself, "I hurt worse after a workout than I do now," so I haven't been taking the meds except to sleep, and decided last night was my last night for that. I found a few scratches and bruises in the hours and days following. I have a wicked bruise on my right forearm, which makes me really glad I covered my face.
Fortunately Paulo and his mom aren't too put out about the car and are just glad I'm ok. Paulo went to the wrecker to get our things out of the car and came back wide-eyed with his jaw hanging open and said, "I am SO glad you're alive."
Now we just wait for the insurance to figure out what will and will not be covered. And I have no small amount of anxiety over that. Yeesh. My folks took me off their insurance just 2 weeks ago. :0( And that guy had a nice 2006 truck.
I've been really depressed since it happened and having kind of bad flashbacks, so send some prayers, gentle hugs, and good vibes my way if you can. |
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| squeedlyspooch |
[Feb. 16th, 2009|06:37 pm] |
What are the chances that I would type "squeedlyspooch" into Google to find the proper spelling, having never seen this word in print before, and get it correct right off the bat?
Freakin' weird. |
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| Um, yay money? |
[Jan. 20th, 2009|07:25 pm] |
I got a new job in a call center. I spent today shadowing a woman on the floor and listening to her handle calls. She's been doing this for a month or two, and I've been in training for a week and two days. I am certain I can do her job 10 times better. Lame.
The job doesn't seem too bad- customer service explaining to customers why their power has been shut off (because your bill was due 20-some-odd days ago). But the building stinks. I go home with my clothes and hair and skin reeking of cigarette smoke. Gross. But I need the work. :0( No, smoking is not allowed in the building, but because the scheduling allows for a lunch and two paid smoke breaks per shift, I suppose the job naturally attracts chimneys. Super gross. As soon as I get on the floor, I will be bringing every kind of air freshener/odor neutralizer I can find for my cubicle. And I will still shower first thing every day when I get home.
$8/hr FT |
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