Jesu Chris! I cannnot have contacts with anyone now before my hair grows back. Whether it's the head or the armpits.
Some of the tools, including but not limited to the gadgets in my life are discussed here. If you like it, I am glad. If you do not, I wish you have a nice day anyway! ^.^
Sunday, 18 December 2016
Sunday, 11 December 2016
Serious Staff
Seriously, not going to school or unbale to pursue a further education does justify a person not pursuing what he loves in this bumi. Le Corbusier, The great Renaissance artists, Leonardo da Vinci, Leonardo De Carpio, all are self talk artists and architects. They are the great grandfather of nowadays' mind-storming jaw-dropping mesmerizing buildings and art. They are, self taught, and have no qualifications nor degrees. Pursue what you love, eat aburi salmons!
Wednesday, 7 December 2016
What My Life I Plan
It is really a terrible grammar I wrote the title. How so? It was supposed to be telling the audience about the idea that the way how my life was planned and the secret behind it.
How I want my life to be? Waking up everyday to the fresh image of grilling sweet hot pancakes, top it with chocolate and cheese, then enjoy it with a mug of warm honey. After that, it was like seven fifteen, then I will read a book, maybe two or zero. By books I am referring to wikipedia, or most commonly online videos in Youtube. At 10.30 in the morning, I start preparing for lunch, sometimes brunch, with dinner, ironically packed in a lunch box. For lunch, it has always been chicken soup, unless I am horny I mean hungrier than usual. For dinner lunch box, I stuff the box with fresh fried noodle, which will turn cold sooner or later before dinner. It was not appetizing at first for fried noodle to be in its cold state, thus, forunately, a microwave is always ready whenever my stomach is raging in the employees' lounge, which is way bigger than my apartment of four.
FinishIng the school I go to eat, and finishing the fried noodle lunch box for dinner I skedaddle to work. After work ot was like 23.10, when I cycle back home taking 1 sweet, chilling, cool hour of night autumn breeze. Most of the time I went straight home, but sometimes my bike stopped at nearby supermarkets for some chilled chocolate drinks or for some carrots and onions for the next day's meal routine. Feeling so blessed, eventhough the fact that sometimes the unfinished egg custards in the restaurant were eaten as compliments for work; compliments from our body to our body. Sometimes also grilled fish chunks, but rarely, also sweet tofu dessert, or unwanted sushis, also rarely.
By far it was ome of the best breast in bust breath. Really no meaning. For the sake of alliteration, that is.
Anyway, fish who travels abroad experiences a lot.
Wish you all the best in whatever shirt you do. By shirt I mean XL size shirt. By XL shirt I mean xylophone lullaby. By lullaby I mean music. Music is soothing. Bamboo shoot is extremely sumptuous and delicious. Delicious food makes people crave, and cravings make people shave. Be careful when shaving your beard!
Tuesday, 22 November 2016
Rim Job
Friday, 18 November 2016
Sunday, 13 November 2016
Exercise, Onegai!
Thursday, 10 November 2016
My Second Job
The answer is simple. It is due to simplicity that the humdrum routines of modern lives feel no additional pressure, shifted away from the perpetual state of turmoil, transforming it into a whole new life free of complexity. However, the answer to the question "Why does one be a teacher when he can be a cook?" has yet to be answered. When people choose one path, he may not take that path, because Newton's First Law of Inertia was just a definition from Sir Isaac Newton her. Himself!
The big question now, is "What exactly is my second job? Where is it? What kind of bagatelles is my bellicose personality blabbering about?". The latter is not the one alluded.
It all started when the abhorrent heat of summer which was capable into volatilizing human sudoriparous glands; in all serendipity the winter was yet to come, but in contrary, the autumn wind pricked into the skin and carried dampened air in absolute zero incubating inside the bone marrow.
Seriously, though, what is the second job? Will it not be pray told already?
Not just yet. Sentences need to be finished and words need adornments. The strongest lock need not the strongest key. A problem is only worth a problem when it is meant for a solution. A simple question needs not bottles. Jars of orange juice, unfinished overnight cider, or wine wastage, need bottles. Any polyethylene therephthalate will suffice. It may sound like the cats or dogs in the house. Not even mentioning how the summer inferno sometimes yield a winter snowstorm-like rain in cats and dogs.
Notwithstanding all that, conclusion is the summary of any expository or the other 3 types of writings: narrative, descriptive, and persuasive, in order to enhance the messages and points aforementioned in the written passages, or a profound inference from reference to the points spoken as part of discussion.
An English teacher is my second job. There.