That totally depends on you. What you like, what you dislike. I could tell you what's popular, or what's my personal tastes, but that doesn't mean you will like it.
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Puwede ba kitang tawagan? Kung may problema ka, sabihin mo sa akin. Akong bahala. Basta para sa iyo! Ako na ang magdadala . . . Bakit ang mahal magmahal?
Are you having a problem you need to talk about?
Bạn nói "I love you" thế nào trong tiếng Việt?Một thứ tiếng thì không bao giờ đủ. :(
I don't say "I love you" unless I mean it. So, normally you won't hear me say it to anybody beyond family or girl friends
Saturday, May 22, 2010
would you surf on teh back of a shark?
If I knew it wouldn't eat me… and I took surfing lessons… and if somebody would do it with me… if I worked my courage up enough, yeah, totally!
Would you have liked to have been a reporter?
Lol when I first read this question, my first reaction was; "oh gosh no!!"
I really really never liked doing research. It's a major issue whenever I have to write a report cuz I'm so crappy at citing my sources.
But you know, I think it really depends on what kind of reporter we're talking about… I intensely enjoyed interviewing people in concert lines and later editing video together for others to enjoy. If I could make a living just doing that I would. If you're talking 60 minutes reporter or Barbara Walters or something… no… I'm not smart enough, interesting enough, unique enough, nor quick enough (thinking of quick responses or on the fly questions), to be able to make a positive lasting impression
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Saturday, May 15, 2010
Hi Tabi! (it's not twobooks . . . cough cough) anyway, my question is how are you? :)
Hello not Twobooks. I'm super tired ATM. I have to be up for work in a few hours time. I should have known better than to have picked up somebody elses work shift.
Thursday, May 13, 2010
what would you do if I told you I was pregnant?
The more I look at this question, the more I feel the need to respond.
My response would totally depend on who you are in my life.
My best friend told me she was pregnant very far into the pregnancy because she was afraid of my response. Mostly, I was hurt because she waited so long to tell me. I was sad, but I got over myself almost immediately and was there for her as much as possible.
You see, because I love her like a sister, it didn't make a difference to me. I don't care. She's so important to me, I'd do whatever I had to do to be supportive and encouraging. however, I'm also prolife. If she had told me that she had wanted an abortion, which she didn't btw, that may have killed me… and although I may have still loved her, it would have definitely forced me to look at her in another way. I now have an honorary niece who is two and a half. She's beautiful. Neither her mother, nor I, can think about life without this precious child.
If I know you, And this was an unplanned pregnancy, I would still love you. I might be hurt, but so would you be.
Monday, May 10, 2010
what is your favorite highlighter color?
Doesn't matter!!! Highlighters make everything seem perkier!!
do you ever wish your life would be easier living in your friends' shoes?
Lol I don't think living in my friends shoes would be easy… I think my friends lives look easier, but I think everybody has tough spots. It's how we deal with those tough spots, and how we react to each as they come, that helps determine how tough it seems.
do you have any posters on your walls? if so, of what?
Not currently no. Everything on my walls is my diceased grandfathers art and pictures of friends and fam… my posters are all still put away ATM.
have you traveled to the midwest or east coast? if so, where are your favorite places? if not, where would you like to visit?
My family used to travel a lot. I would guess I've seen more states than most Normal people will see in their lifetime. I loved everywhere we went… mt rushmore, Mississippi river, eagle river Wisconsin (worlds #1 snowmobile city) Chicago trainstation (anybody remember the station scene in my best friends wedding?), the corncob palace, Eisenhower's childhood home, the smithsonian, Lincoln memorial… tons of places I've been to. But I think the best times I remember was when we'd stop at the little antique shops. Interesting items, often with a story, even more interesting people, with a story to tell.
do you have any posters on your walls? if so, of what?
Not currently no. Everything on my walls is my diceased grandfathers art and pictures of friends and fam… my posters are all still put away ATM.
do you own any pets?
My g'ma and aunt both have dogs… I had to give my cats away… I still see one of them daily… he still hates my guts…
besides japanese, what other asian languages would you like to learn?
Lol I'd like to learn them all! But I think a friend of mine has decided for me that I'm going to learn Korean second.
do you read books? have a favorite?
I read. I used to read a whole lot more. Francine rivers is one of my more favored authors. I love reading the classics… little princess, huckleberry Finn, white fang, Nancy drew etc etc. Poetry wise, I also like Silverstein, Stevenson, Poe… I read a WHOLE lot of manga too…
do you use a laptop or a computer? what brand/model?
Roflmao! I have a computer… I haven't turned it on in probably over a year… no interwebz. I do EVERYTHING via iPhone, or I go over to my aunts house to pay bills.
do you paint your nails?
On occasion yes… but it's too much of a hassle to keep them pretty looking.
how satisfied with the performance of your iphone? rate from 1-5. 5 being extremely satisfied. give reasons.
Mmm probably a 4. I like the ease of it. Makes things simple. But I DONT like The short battery life, The price tag, the addictiveness level, and the random crashes.
pick one band that you cannot live without
Just one?!?!??! Crud. Ummm… this is tough. I guess Maybe @direngrey?
Memories of my mother
things I remember about mom, or things she would say
"cash check credit card, first born son?"
Would get really red in the face when she was angry.
Adored red hair and curly hair.
Had a likeing for nice arms on a guy.
Could pick up an accent almost perfectly within moments of speaking to a person with that accent.
"this is the day the Lord has made! I will rejoice and be glad in it!" wake up announcement for Tabitha -.-!!
"O-U makes the ow sound" ::pinches tabithas arm:: TT.TT
Loved Petra, michael w smith, and Amy grant.
"5'2" and half on a good day"
2 1/2 - 5 shoe depending on the width of the shoe
Collected plates and bells
Learned to ride a motorcycle so she could ride with dad.
Wanted us to go to college
Loved cheddar cheese on her apple pie
Was very shrewd in understanding people. (gift of discernment?)
Constantly late like clockwork.
Workaholic
Willing to sacrifice for her children.
Always had an issue about her weight.
Loved earth wind and fire, Crosby stills Nash and young, the eagles, and 60's & 70's rock
Extremely smart
Had a personal relationship with Christ that she refused to comprimise. Even if it cost her friends and family.
Didn't take any bull from anybody but her kids (and even then we still got in trouble)
Had issues remembering peoples names
Firecracker baby (born July 4th)
LOVED dressing up.
Liked her shoes.
Had a pair of Barbie Jelly half heel shoes with pink feathers.
Prayer warrior
Was on the mexicali/tijuana cook crew for close to 18 years
Was a great listener
Gave wonderful advice
Hated stupidity
Loved chocolate chips in her Cream of Wheat and raisins in her meatloaf.
Would give any music an honest shot and discovered that she liked selected Metallica and Megadeth as a result.
Usually sided with her kids when they got pulled over by the cops.
Slow to anger. (but us kids had her number)
Didn't understand why her kids didn't like rhubarb.
Knew more about cars than most men.
Deborah W. Ogren
July 4 1955 - February 13 2009
Happy Mother's day mommy. I miss you.
Tabitha
"cash check credit card, first born son?"
Would get really red in the face when she was angry.
Adored red hair and curly hair.
Had a likeing for nice arms on a guy.
Could pick up an accent almost perfectly within moments of speaking to a person with that accent.
"this is the day the Lord has made! I will rejoice and be glad in it!" wake up announcement for Tabitha -.-!!
"O-U makes the ow sound" ::pinches tabithas arm:: TT.TT
Loved Petra, michael w smith, and Amy grant.
"5'2" and half on a good day"
2 1/2 - 5 shoe depending on the width of the shoe
Collected plates and bells
Learned to ride a motorcycle so she could ride with dad.
Wanted us to go to college
Loved cheddar cheese on her apple pie
Was very shrewd in understanding people. (gift of discernment?)
Constantly late like clockwork.
Workaholic
Willing to sacrifice for her children.
Always had an issue about her weight.
Loved earth wind and fire, Crosby stills Nash and young, the eagles, and 60's & 70's rock
Extremely smart
Had a personal relationship with Christ that she refused to comprimise. Even if it cost her friends and family.
Didn't take any bull from anybody but her kids (and even then we still got in trouble)
Had issues remembering peoples names
Firecracker baby (born July 4th)
LOVED dressing up.
Liked her shoes.
Had a pair of Barbie Jelly half heel shoes with pink feathers.
Prayer warrior
Was on the mexicali/tijuana cook crew for close to 18 years
Was a great listener
Gave wonderful advice
Hated stupidity
Loved chocolate chips in her Cream of Wheat and raisins in her meatloaf.
Would give any music an honest shot and discovered that she liked selected Metallica and Megadeth as a result.
Usually sided with her kids when they got pulled over by the cops.
Slow to anger. (but us kids had her number)
Didn't understand why her kids didn't like rhubarb.
Knew more about cars than most men.
Deborah W. Ogren
July 4 1955 - February 13 2009
Happy Mother's day mommy. I miss you.
Tabitha
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Hell hath no fury…
I remember likeing you in junior high. You were in high school, you were hot, you were the most "bad looking" kid at church. Mohawk hair, leather jacket, you even had a tattoo! You also had a geeky side. You owned Excalibur, you were a star wars buff, you loved sailor moon, you had a copy of spice girls 1st cd, you liked ramstein. You used to play around on the piano and would share your knowledge of other languages freely.
You were my brothers friend so I saw you often. You lived right up the street from where my family worked. My parents liked you. You were kind to me, Even though it was obvious I had a schoolgirl crush on you. Most of my bro's friends would avoid me, you never let on being uncomfortable. You encouraged me to be something. You weren't afraid of being in a room with me.
I watched you graduate high school and get married right away. That hurt. I didn't like your wife, but I held my tongue. I watched you have a kid. I was still in high school. You invited us to his second birthday. Cake went everywhere. He was a joy. You adored him. You had a daughter not long after that.
About 8-9 years ago, You fell off the face of the earth. I moved on to other crushes, other friends, other life…
About 3-4 years ago you show up at my home looking for my brother. You just got out of jail. You told me you didn't do it. I believed you. I still believe you. They took your kids away. You were devistated. You lived for them.
You came over a handful of times. We spoke about whatever came up. Things were ok. You hugged me. I froze. I didn't understand why you hugged me. I still don't. It freaked me out. I wanted to ask. I wanted to push you away. I didn't say anything. You disappeared again.
I no longer hug men unless I consider them extremely close, or if they're family. It freaks me out. I don't blame you for my quirk, but it may have been a subliminal incentive.
You showed up again a month ago. You're insistant on messageing me on a weekly bassis. You leave comments on my page. You give me your phone number and tell me to text you. Against my better judgement, I respond to your private and instant messages. You fawn, flirt, and talk about old times. I'm flustered and flattered with the attention. I eventually give in to texting you as well.
You ask to 'go on a date but just as friends so that we both can say we haven't been on a date in a loooong time still'. Normally, I would call that "hanging out". However, with the way you spoke, I allow myself to think it's maybe something more. I freak out, but agree.
We set a date for early the next week, but reschedule for later the same week after finding a conflict. I think about calling it off many times, but refuse to after receiving encouragement from friends. Half an hour before I leave for your house, you text me a hasty message, and I quote, "Going to have to cancle. Big drama". What am I supposed to say to that? I acknowledge I received the text with an "ok" and wait for an apollogy or a request to reschedule. None has come.
It's been over 36 hours. I'm torn between feeling hurt, concerned, disappointed, and angry. I feel led on. No text, no email, no phone call… did you just fall off the planet again? Are you avoiding me? You seemed excited about meeting up with me. I don't want to know what the drama is. It's not my business. But I do want to know that it all wasn't just some sort of complex ploy or act. I want to know you're ok. You're my friend. I don't want to be upset for some stupid, or no reason at all.
You were my brothers friend so I saw you often. You lived right up the street from where my family worked. My parents liked you. You were kind to me, Even though it was obvious I had a schoolgirl crush on you. Most of my bro's friends would avoid me, you never let on being uncomfortable. You encouraged me to be something. You weren't afraid of being in a room with me.
I watched you graduate high school and get married right away. That hurt. I didn't like your wife, but I held my tongue. I watched you have a kid. I was still in high school. You invited us to his second birthday. Cake went everywhere. He was a joy. You adored him. You had a daughter not long after that.
About 8-9 years ago, You fell off the face of the earth. I moved on to other crushes, other friends, other life…
About 3-4 years ago you show up at my home looking for my brother. You just got out of jail. You told me you didn't do it. I believed you. I still believe you. They took your kids away. You were devistated. You lived for them.
You came over a handful of times. We spoke about whatever came up. Things were ok. You hugged me. I froze. I didn't understand why you hugged me. I still don't. It freaked me out. I wanted to ask. I wanted to push you away. I didn't say anything. You disappeared again.
I no longer hug men unless I consider them extremely close, or if they're family. It freaks me out. I don't blame you for my quirk, but it may have been a subliminal incentive.
You showed up again a month ago. You're insistant on messageing me on a weekly bassis. You leave comments on my page. You give me your phone number and tell me to text you. Against my better judgement, I respond to your private and instant messages. You fawn, flirt, and talk about old times. I'm flustered and flattered with the attention. I eventually give in to texting you as well.
You ask to 'go on a date but just as friends so that we both can say we haven't been on a date in a loooong time still'. Normally, I would call that "hanging out". However, with the way you spoke, I allow myself to think it's maybe something more. I freak out, but agree.
We set a date for early the next week, but reschedule for later the same week after finding a conflict. I think about calling it off many times, but refuse to after receiving encouragement from friends. Half an hour before I leave for your house, you text me a hasty message, and I quote, "Going to have to cancle. Big drama". What am I supposed to say to that? I acknowledge I received the text with an "ok" and wait for an apollogy or a request to reschedule. None has come.
It's been over 36 hours. I'm torn between feeling hurt, concerned, disappointed, and angry. I feel led on. No text, no email, no phone call… did you just fall off the planet again? Are you avoiding me? You seemed excited about meeting up with me. I don't want to know what the drama is. It's not my business. But I do want to know that it all wasn't just some sort of complex ploy or act. I want to know you're ok. You're my friend. I don't want to be upset for some stupid, or no reason at all.
Saturday, May 1, 2010
So you like eating out. What's your fave place to eat out?
Chinese… or a steakhouse… but Jack in the box is the best fast food.
whats the best form of communication? telephone, email, texting, snail mail, sky writing, telegram, cell phone etc etc
Ummm I think snail mail is special. If a person actually took the time to write me a letter, they're something special.
do you hate your coworkers?
Hateing pretty much anybody takes up way too much of my time. Some of them get on my nerves, but I don't have to come home to any of them! ^.^
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