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| So, I'm the process of moving out and looking for a replacement. I
posted two ads - one on facebook, and one on Craigslist. Posting on
facebook was like... a guy trying to get a date through his mama's
connections - futile, and pathetic. You would think that I would get at
least one reply seeing how cheap the rent is - but nuh-uh, not even
one. But, I've had many responses from Craigslist. So what's the
problem you say?
In summary: Do people like this exist in real life?
Are you serious #1:
I felt like I was posting an ad for a
modeling contract - pictures of beautiful women/men. The ironic thing
is - I never even asked for a picture. Seriously, I do not care whether
or not you look like an ogre or a ridiculously good looking person, as
long as you pay the rent on time and don't put your boogers on my desk
wall, you're A-okay with me. But serious, how is it that there are so
many good looking people up in this area?! No joke, my company is like
that too.. and now that I think about it... so was UCLA... and now that
I think some more... I'm living proof too. (Ho ho ho Toot Toot!!!)
Are you serious #2:
I got a fairly honest email about a transgendered "female" (male to
female conversion). Really... what are the chances? Is this common? I
mean, it's sad that this person would potentially be discriminated
against, but really... what are the chances? Email was kinda sad
because it hinted at some touchy issues, which is why I'm ??? I'll just
leave my overall response as "..."
Are you serious #3:
Did I mention how cheap the rent was? It is RARE to find rent this
cheap. I mean yeah, you have to live in an open space with zero
privacy, but it's CHEAP. Now, I get a few emails that ask me if
utilities are included, if they can share the space with another
person, etc etc. Uh, I'll just phrase it this way- Let's not bite the
hand that feeds you. I am tempted to reply, "No, I'm sorry the walls
are not cashmere and the walkway is not painted with gold leaf."
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| Good people are hard to come by, and it seems as though when they do,
they are only with you for a short time. I have a neighbor of 18 years
who always helped us out with a smile on his face. Whenever we needed
to move anything big - he would move it. Whenever we needed anything
fixed - he would fix it. All without expecting much back. Growing up,
we haven't had many "helping hands," in fact, most of the time we would
get the cold shoulder. I mean, I'm going to be real here - I'm not the
"helping hands" type either. I try to do everything myself and when
others need help, I'm just like, "Why can't you do it yourself." But
you know what? This fact just makes this neighbor so much more of a
rarity. Time passes, and now it is time for us to depart. Some tears
trickle down his face, and he tries his best to keep in contact with
us, but we all know what happens in the end. Life happens, "People come
and go," he said, but being neighbors for 18 years, the inevitable
looked avoidable for a time. I've had people come and go in my life,
but this is the first time that I truly felt thankfully indebted to
someone and sad to see depart. I don't think I'll ever have a neighbor
as kindhearted as that man.
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If you know me, you probably know that I am ghetto. There is
only one exception to this - which is at work, in which I have to kinda hide my
ghettoness (by wearing work clothes), but I am still really ghetto at work too.
So, I went to Korea a few years back and got my family some purses that were
knock-offs of designer purses. At the time, I didn't really care to notice, but
got the purses because I liked the design. Anyways, three years pass and I end
up using one of them. So the troubles begin...
Incident 1:
My first incident was when I was buying some candy in the lobby of my company's
building, and the zipper got stuck while the cashier was ringing up my
purchase. I am supposed to be having a designer purse right? But
there I was, trying to get the exact change out of my "designer"
purse but my zipper got caught and I ended up looking like a cheap girl with a
knock-off purse who is very, very vain in trying to fool others that I have a
real designer purse.
Incident 2:
I went to dinner with some co-workers and as we were going to leave, so I got my
purse so that I can pay for my share, to which people were like "WOW!
DESIGNER PURSE" in which I overly exclaimed, "NO! IT'S FAKE IT'S
FAKE!!!" (This is a natural reaction on my part seeing that I am proud of
my ghetto heritage.) A dude made a crack at what I said stating that it must be
real because when it's fake, people don't admit that it's fake and pretend it's
real, but because I did the opposite, it must be real...
Various Misc. Incidents:
So, I found that in general, people can't distinguish between knock-offs and
authentic fashion pieces, mainly because knock-offs aren't readily available in
the U.S. and
also because people can't "examine" other people's fashion up
closely. Here I am, with my knock-off purse, trolling about my business, buying
small things here and there, such as my beloved Seattle's
Best Coffee. It didn't occur to me until all of my previous incidents that
people may have the huge misconception that I am richer than I really am. Let's
just put it this way - if they see you with a nice car / purse / bag, etc. and
it's a tipped service, they expect a big tip. Going to a restaurant and they
see you getting out your AMEX from your "designer" purse? You gots a
designer purse! You BETTER tip 20% MINIMUM! But if they see you trying to rack
up some change from your pocket, yes, they will still hate you, but they won't
feel deceived. Shoot, I don't blame them either because if I were a valet
person and saw some person roll up in some S-class Mercedes and give me a 2
dollar tip, I would be mad. However, if I saw some beat-up raggedy car that was
on the verge of self-destructing, I would try to avoid valeting that car, but
if I got a 2 dollar tip, I would be glad that I got a tip!
Anyways, being my ghetto self, I am thinking of getting a ghetto purse, but...
even ghetto purses are hard to find for cheap prices. The hardships of being me
- I know, I know.
All I gotta say is... DAMN MY CHEAP KNOCK-OFF PURSE THAT MAKES ME LOOK ULTRA VAIN AND SPAZZTASTIC!!!
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| I pretty much grew up in the church, but some 20 years of my life, I have never heard a sermon geared towards the end of days. It was only recently that I've started hearing these sermons. So growing up, I haven't paid much attention to the end of days, until I had a terrifying dream. I was in middle school (which is approximately 8 years ago). At this time, I was 100% that I was on the right path with God. I prayed everyday, attended church, did the whole bit! That was until I had a dream in which everyone was dressed in white robes. We were all waiting for Jesus's second coming. Jesus came, and everyone ascended with God - everyone but me. I was petrified. (After all, I was 100% sure that I was going to be raptured.) In tears, I begged God for one more chance.... and that's when I woke up from the dream. To say the least, I was extremely disturbed. For years, I examined myself to see why I would get this kind of dream, and I found out the reason - I was not repenting of my sins. Years later, I found out a little more about the dream. While attempting to evangelize to one of my friends in proving that the Bible is true, I stumbled upon a website - http://www.bibledesk.com . This site was absolutely incredible in showing me the answers regarding the end of days. I've struggled for years with the dream, questioning whether it was really from God or if it were just something else. I've tried to dismiss it numerous times, but as the years progressed, it became more evident that it was from God. I have come to learn that perhaps the reason why God gave me the dream was because 1. He wanted to show me that I was not obeying Him, rather, only deceiving myself 2. He wanted me to spread this message to others 3. He loves me, and rebukes those He loves harshly. I mean, a part of me was so petrified that this was a sign that I was going to hell until I read a passage in the Bible saying that God gave some people dreams of going to hell so that they would go back on track in fear of God. Another part of me wanted to deny the dream altogether because I can tell you this right now - in no way, shape, or form am I deserving having a dream of this magnitude. Also, to the common person (and a sizable amount of Christians), the concept that God communicates to people through dreams and visions in present day is downright outlandish and "crazy." But you know what? God did this in the past, so what limits His abilities in the present and the future? After all, isn't He the same God of the past, present and future? As you can see, I have made excuses upon excuses why I should deny the dream. I knew the repercussions and responsibilities of having such a dream. I had to risk losing all of my friends and any sort of "credibility" in preaching about this very topic. This message is not well received because it is terrifying, difficult to understand and hard to believe. (I still struggle with evangelizing to people regarding this person to person.) Also, I asked God to not call me into missionary or to become a pastor('s wife), that I would be perfectly OKAY with being a lay Christian. However, I have come to the realization that there are very few people who know this message, let alone preach it. If I don't do it, who else would? As they say, desperate situations call for desperate measures. Seeing that God called me to do this and how incompetent I am, I can say with great confidence that the situation is desperate. After all, this fear of God is rarely preached in the churches, let alone the message that Jesus is coming soon. May the Lord provide more time for soul-winning and having people wake up from their slumber. | | |
| Ok Ok OK!!! Let me give you a background of what happened, and a background of me. You see, I'm not particularly into celebrities per se, but I do get somewhat "starstruck" in the sense that if I had the chance, I would try and get a picture with them. Why? Not so much because I like the celebrity, but it's one of those rare moments that you want to capture. It's like how photographers feel when they take a picture of a leaf - not really because the photodude likes the leaf, but it's cuz it captures a moment. With that said, let me give you a background of what happened. Today, I had to attend a company conference at the Beverly Hills Hotel. I was leaving a little early when I saw some commotion going on in the lobby, and overheard someone saying "I'm sorry for my friend, she gets a little starstruck." I turn around, and I see Ben Affleck. I remember my co-worker who LOVES celebrities, go back into the meeting, tell her that Ben Affleck is in the lobby, and she darts out to see him. Mind you, this guy is wearing a dirty t-shirt with hat hair, and I would have never recognized him if it weren't for those people. After my co-worker looks at him, she goes, "That's not Ben Affleck. That's Adam... Sandwich?" (And yes, my friend said Adam Sandwich.) and I'm like, "OH YOU'RE RIGHT!! THAT IS ADAM SANDLER!!!" We were both too shy to approach him. Plus, he was there with his kid and I'm assuming his wife. Although it did look he gave us some opportunity to approach him and ask for pictures... but the moment passed because they went to their rooms. All in all, he seemed like a nice guy because he took pictures with some people and signed an autograph or two. I'm kinda glad I didn't approach him at first because I would have totally called him Ben, and that would have just been really bad. But y'all have to agree... Ben Affleck and Adam Sandler can be confused! I mean, they don't look like twins, but if you were working 12 hours and you don't particularly like either of them... tell me you wouldn't confuse the two! | | |
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