Is that a hand towel?
If there is one thing that troubles me when I am a guest at another person's home, it would be the hand towel. In the washroom.
I think there should be some universal law or standard where hand towels in the washroom are labeled "hand towel". Either on the wall or stitched onto the towel itself (wow that's genius!). Why would I suggest such a strange proposition? Because whenever I use another person's washroom to wash my hands, I never quite know how to dry them off. Not all houses are made to have "guest" washrooms, so there are the occasional bath towels, face towels, floor towels, etc... lying around. And needless to say, no one keeps their hand towel (assuming they have one) in the same place. Once I was in a situation where there were no towels in the washroom except for a bath towel and with that, I left my hands to air dry. If that was a hand towel (which hardly needs to be that big), great. If it wasn't, then I would have possibly dried my hands in the same area where someone dried their crotch. Dandy right? Sometimes there are multiple towel racks (one by the sink, another on the wall, and some bath towels hanging on the door). I honestly don't know which towel to use and I usually spend a bit of time debating whether or not I should risk using any. Sometimes there will be a towel on the counter, which screams hand towel, but I always doubt it. For one, they are usually holey, scrunched up and tossed to the corner which makes me wonder if that towel is actually a floor towel, not a hand towel. When I can't decide, I usually go with the toilet paper option, but then the paper gets stuck to your hands and you may think it's off, but then it air dries and turns white and you don't notice it until you're shaking someone's hands and you're left wondering, "Oh God, do they think I have dirty hands?" when really, I was trying to do everyone a favour in trying to have the cleanest hands.
When I have my own place, my hand towels will have "hand towel" stitched onto it.
That's my random rant of the month.
taeyang fighting!
His English improved so much. Probably one of my favourite covers aside from Frankie J.
Apologies, I’m not myself, but I can guarantee…
Do you ever feel like you've lost track of who you are? Somewhere along the way, it slipped through the cracks and it's been missing since? You tried to find it, thought you did, but realized that maybe you didn't? Change isn't always the greatest, but it's inevitable. If I had to adapt, I can. But it makes you wonder whether you're adapting in your own way or adapting because of some external reason. You can never tell. How can you? Most people are programmed to give a little, take a little, budge a little, compromise a little. When things get too much, you start to loose track of how much was given and taken. When you're happy, you're pretty much blinded by everything. But when the prettiness of the snow melts and the ground reveals itself again, it makes you wonder...
... That when I get back, you won't believe that you know me well.
Has the spamming stopped?
It's been almost a month of no email notifications that Critichez or Fereintein or some other funky ass name I can't remember to spell or pronounce has commented on my super old blogs saying, "Hey! I absolutely love your blog. It's so interesting and I learn so much!" (freaky much?), "... You should really come check out 'x' site because I think you'll totally enjoy it too!" (uh... no?).
Anyways, the point is... I haven't gotten any of those in a while. Maybe because I stopped blogging. Or maybe it was because I updated the wordpress two months ago and it finally started to work in reducing spam. Actually, no. It's probably because I turned off commenting on some of my blogs? Shit. I can't even remember what I did because I'm so socially involved in every social media outlet out there now. OK. That was a bit sarcastic, but hey... follow me on Twitter! I'm sure I'll update that as much as I update everything else I'm signed up to.
P.S. I finally got a fuckin' smartphone with data. Laggart much? Though to be fair, my parents used to pay for my bills and I wouldn't want them paying for data that I could live without. iPhone crew, add me to iMessage! Whatever that is because everyone is telling me to and I just recently discovered how to lock my phone manually. CHEAH! OK BYE.
blogging is graffiti with punctuations
Hi, my name is Carrie. I like to sleep with four pillows on my bed. I hate it when people don't let me finish my thoughts. I don't like speaking very loudly at all. I'm a germaphobe. Drinking coffee three days in a row will make me break out a lot. I need at least 9 hours of sleep to function properly. I have extreme OCD. When I work out, I get red bumps on my skin. For whatever reason, my eyes like to tear up when I talk to people I'm not very close with. My favourite movie is "Armageddon". I love drinking my pop ice cold and flat. I started playing Starcraft lately and is now addicted, kind of. If I can eat one type of food for the rest of my life, it would be Japanese. I'm a happy drunk. If I can go anywhere in the world right now, Korea.
Mind Blown
I was at work doing some research on Japanese things and came across these AWESOME furniture! I want them. Especially the "Lost in Sofa"! Anything can be inserted anywhere. Chair is by Daisuke Motogi.
Check out more of their stuff at:
http://www.decoist.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/lost-3.jpg
OK BYE!
quack qua…
Dennis told me an awful story last night and I wanted to cry.
His friend was driving along Westminster and Minoru and a mother duck was crossing the street with her 7 ducklings. He stopped his car and was about to get out to stop traffic so that they all crossed the road safely, but a giant truck ran them over. The mother duck was said to have been running back to try and save her babies. Only 2 survived.
Truck Driver, !@#% ...
The story reminded me of this video. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SEBLt6Kd9EY
OK BYE.
heaven got another angel today
Cancer seems to be spreading like wild fire in my family. The same day one passes away from it is the same day I hear that another has got it. Watching someone lay there in bed unable to speak, wanting to open their eyes but can't, and occasionally reaching out for someone (or something) but you don't know what, is the most heartbreaking thing in the world. The fact that I know they can hear you and that you know they are hurting is a pretty terrible feeling.
I hope God heard my prayers today. He's getting one incredible angel with a huge heart.
r.i.p., grandaunt <3
!@&#
My allergies have kicked in late and it feels bad.
I've been crazy frustrated at work lately. There's so much to do and so many requests and suggestions and comments to process. It's like school but worst. At least at school you're stressed out from yourself, but at work you're stressed out from other people! I miss school.
Curse you bandwagon jumpers! But Dennis got me a Stanley Cup patch and a white towel that says FINALS. That made me happy.
Oh I also got Dak a balloon and it flew away and I was left with a rock. Congratulations DMU bud. Make use of your new paper weight.
GO CANUCKS GO!
Sad week ahead! Ahoy matey.
Deja vu or what? Why does it feel like I've experienced this feeling before. Perhaps I had a dream about it because going down an escalator at an airport on the phone hearing that someone is in the hospital with lung cancer so bad that it developed into a tumor (or vice versa, I don't know the exact order of occurrence) is not any ordinary deja vu feeling. Am I even making sense?
I think for the past year, I've slowly become a person who is super hard to understand. Or maybe I've always been like that? My co-workers told me that I have this way of speaking where it doesn't matter what I say, I always sound confused or unconvincing. That's a terrible way to sound. Maybe my mind is filled with too many thoughts and things and stuff; so disorganized in there that I throw my eyes (something a co-worker noticed where I would stare at her when I'm actually talking to the person next to her). I'm going to have to work on fixing that since I'm not so assistant-like anymore after my probation but more so of a coordinator.
All these changes and things happening seem to be sucking the life out of me. I'm always tired and it's next to impossible to show excitement over anything when I may in fact be happy and excited deep down. I'm just a mellowed-out, mutual-faced chick trucking through the motion of things. On the brighter side, the Canucks are in the Stanley Cup Playoff run. I want that Western Conference hat, but I want that Stanley Cup Playoff hat more. I'm all excited about it, yet, I'm angry that such a super sweet person like my grand aunt is lying in the hospital bed and I can't do anything about it. c'est la vie.
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