<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1407815680493385061</id><updated>2024-09-06T21:02:42.761+02:00</updated><category term="Opinion Piece"/><category term="Facebook"/><category term="Job stories"/><category term="Positive musings"/><category term="Rant"/><category term="Job search"/><category term="Music"/><category term="Travel"/><category term="#CharlieHebdo"/><category term="#JeSuisCharlie"/><category term="Anecdotes"/><category term="Being Poetic"/><category term="Fail"/><category term="Intro"/><category term="Shopping"/><category term="Support for a cause"/><category term="Video Script"/><category term="Webmaster Fail"/><category term="Weird Recipes"/><title type='text'>SandrineSmiles</title><subtitle type='html'>Random daily musings, and advice column too if people will let me :) . Life is beautiful!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleyen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1407815680493385061/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleyen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1407815680493385061/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258374071009421953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGG26S6xkw-dba2ukb7El4ZeQSG_1kRlKF25Em2TtkgQ9fr1ZfTHmdAYBAUjJ0lpkQwQ4OurNo1yySjhPeWhuWj_2yJdy1SUy6DGhqXG7CoDFUqO0JBLw8FasuW7ZtE2E/s220/cvphoto.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1407815680493385061.post-8614985456423436255</id><published>2015-01-09T09:17:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2015-01-09T09:17:58.663+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="#CharlieHebdo"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="#JeSuisCharlie"/><title type='text'>Thank you for the support #JeSuisCharlie #CharlieHebdo</title><content type='html'>I feel so happy about all the support.&lt;br /&gt;
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Here is what I found on Twitter from celebrities, including some of my favorites (Lee Pace, Richard Armitage, Elijah Wood... Arthur Darvill &amp;lt;3 ...)&amp;nbsp; Guys... thank you. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;
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I don&#39;t have the time or energy to browse Twitter to add to the list. But if you have a celeb that you like and follow that has tweeted about this, please send them to me @akaruikibuno .&lt;br /&gt;
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My heart is with the city of Paris. &lt;a href=&quot;https://twitter.com/hashtag/JeSuisCharlie?src=hash&quot;&gt;#JeSuisCharlie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
— Ellen DeGeneres (@TheEllenShow) &lt;a href=&quot;https://twitter.com/TheEllenShow/status/553247271676964864&quot;&gt;January 8, 2015&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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My thoughts are with the victims and their families in Paris. &lt;a href=&quot;https://twitter.com/hashtag/CharlieHebdo?src=hash&quot;&gt;#CharlieHebdo&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;https://twitter.com/hashtag/JeSuisCharlie?src=hash&quot;&gt;#JeSuisCharlie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
— Elijah Wood (@woodelijah) &lt;a href=&quot;https://twitter.com/woodelijah/status/552886582303129600&quot;&gt;January 7, 2015&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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“&lt;a href=&quot;https://twitter.com/thereaIbanksy&quot;&gt;@thereaIbanksy&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;a href=&quot;http://t.co/dl9GgQOhpu&quot;&gt;pic.twitter.com/dl9GgQOhpu&lt;/a&gt;” &lt;a href=&quot;https://twitter.com/hashtag/JeSuisCharlie?src=hash&quot;&gt;#JeSuisCharlie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
— Lee Pace (@leepace) &lt;a href=&quot;https://twitter.com/leepace/status/553260935562133505&quot;&gt;January 8, 2015&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://twitter.com/hashtag/JeSuisCharlie?src=hash&quot;&gt;#JeSuisCharlie&lt;/a&gt; to our friends across the channel, you have my thoughts, prayers and support.&lt;br /&gt;
— Richard Armitage (@RCArmitage) &lt;a href=&quot;https://twitter.com/RCArmitage/status/553271211137175552&quot;&gt;January 8, 2015&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://twitter.com/hashtag/JeSuisCharlie?src=hash&quot;&gt;#JeSuisCharlie&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://t.co/B1H6Rj8hjV&quot;&gt;pic.twitter.com/B1H6Rj8hjV&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
— Arthur Darvill (@RattyBurvil) &lt;a href=&quot;https://twitter.com/RattyBurvil/status/553134120893956096&quot;&gt;January 8, 2015&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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I normally don&#39;t do politics on here but totally shocked by the events of yesterday and heartened by the world&#39;s reaction &lt;a href=&quot;https://twitter.com/hashtag/JeSuisCharlie?src=hash&quot;&gt;#JeSuisCharlie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
— Arthur Darvill (@RattyBurvil) &lt;a href=&quot;https://twitter.com/RattyBurvil/status/553135106609922049&quot;&gt;January 8, 2015&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://t.co/3fYwG8cXlF&quot;&gt;pic.twitter.com/3fYwG8cXlF&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
— Luke Evans (@TheRealLukevans) &lt;a href=&quot;https://twitter.com/TheRealLukevans/status/553287609775296512&quot;&gt;January 8, 2015&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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Thoughts and prayers for our friends overseas &lt;a href=&quot;https://twitter.com/hashtag/JeSuisCharlie?src=hash&quot;&gt;#JeSuisCharlie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
— William Shatner (@WilliamShatner) &lt;a href=&quot;https://twitter.com/WilliamShatner/status/552947988398481408&quot;&gt;January 7, 2015&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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Last month in Pasaadena, I took photos of anti-censorsh ip street art. Time to share. &lt;a href=&quot;https://twitter.com/hashtag/jesuischarlie?src=hash&quot;&gt;#jesuischarlie&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://t.co/5MazA7be7w&quot;&gt;pic.twitter.com/5MazA7be7w&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
— Lucy Lawless (@RealLucyLawless) &lt;a href=&quot;https://twitter.com/RealLucyLawless/status/553324988409708544&quot;&gt;January 8, 2015&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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I stand w/ the ppl of France against terror &amp;amp; I want to send a msg so I&#39;m subscribing. You should too. &lt;a href=&quot;https://twitter.com/hashtag/JeSuisCharlie?src=hash&quot;&gt;#JeSuisCharlie&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://t.co/QD36mlb0Uk&quot;&gt;http://t.co/QD36mlb0Uk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
— Arnold (@Schwarzenegger) &lt;a href=&quot;https://twitter.com/Schwarzenegger/status/553312827415339008&quot;&gt;January 8, 2015&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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So true &lt;a href=&quot;https://twitter.com/hashtag/JeSuisCharlie?src=hash&quot;&gt;#JeSuisCharlie&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://t.co/BNqzmHIxxE&quot;&gt;pic.twitter.com/BNqzmHIxxE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
— Joan Collins (@joancollinsobe) &lt;a href=&quot;https://twitter.com/joancollinsobe/status/553322766406258688&quot;&gt;January 8, 2015&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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&lt;script async=&quot;&quot; charset=&quot;utf-8&quot; src=&quot;//platform.twitter.com/widgets.js&quot;&gt;&lt;/script&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleyen.blogspot.com/feeds/8614985456423436255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleyen.blogspot.com/2015/01/thank-you-for-support-jesuischarlie.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1407815680493385061/posts/default/8614985456423436255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1407815680493385061/posts/default/8614985456423436255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleyen.blogspot.com/2015/01/thank-you-for-support-jesuischarlie.html' title='Thank you for the support #JeSuisCharlie #CharlieHebdo'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258374071009421953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGG26S6xkw-dba2ukb7El4ZeQSG_1kRlKF25Em2TtkgQ9fr1ZfTHmdAYBAUjJ0lpkQwQ4OurNo1yySjhPeWhuWj_2yJdy1SUy6DGhqXG7CoDFUqO0JBLw8FasuW7ZtE2E/s220/cvphoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1407815680493385061.post-8081080330632323648</id><published>2014-12-21T23:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2014-12-21T23:52:08.934+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendships</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
I was the good friend for so long.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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You know the one. The one who listens. The shoulder to cry on. The one that comes over when you don&#39;t feel well. The one that gives you any money she has left despite knowing full well she might need it later because you&#39;re in a tight spot. Yeah, I&#39;m that kind of person. And I think I will forever be.&lt;/div&gt;
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Except for one teeny tiny little detail. I didn&#39;t start growing some kind of confidence until I was 18. I felt gross, I felt fat, I felt nothing nice would ever happen. I met a new nice friends, I became addicted to computers and met a few others (and kept meeting them along the way).&lt;/div&gt;
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But I was still that good friend. That one who tries to give you advice. Even when sometimes you might not be asking for it (and I learnt how to stop that because even I could go too far at times).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I guess this attitude has its limits though. You open yourself to help, to save, to be there. You open yourself up so much that you forget you even exist. Usually, that means you also become somewhat of an enabler. You exist because you help, and you just can&#39;t be left without anyone to help. You forget you can be your own person. You keep to your bubble when you&#39;re alone, you have a hard time finishing anything because there&#39;s always someone to save out there.&lt;/div&gt;
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Guess what ? While it can be hard, this endless cycle of forgetting who you are can end. There were triggers for me. I can&#39;t say I&#39;m completely repaired yet, but boy have those triggers helped me. Those triggers are actually people. People who have shown me they don&#39;t need to use me to appreciate me. People who have shown me they just... like me. Some wanted me... sometimes it was my body, but my body needed those triggers too.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I can&#39;t say I won&#39;t be the good friend anymore. After all, that&#39;s in my nature. However, whoever wants to be my friend will have to assume responsibility for their choices.&lt;/div&gt;
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I will hold your hand.&lt;/div&gt;
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I will listen.&lt;/div&gt;
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I will be there.&lt;/div&gt;
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I will tell you you&#39;re an idiot when you&#39;re being an idiot.&lt;/div&gt;
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I will praise you when you do something awesome.&lt;/div&gt;
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I will mourn with you should you lose someone.&lt;/div&gt;
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I will suffer with you when you get hurt.&lt;/div&gt;
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And there&#39;s a lot more where that comes from, except I can&#39;t just write it all out here (it would take a while, I suppose) .&lt;/div&gt;
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I&#39;m just hoping you&#39;re ready to do some of the same for me.&lt;/div&gt;
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I don&#39;t want to be shut down when I start talking to you.&lt;/div&gt;
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I don&#39;t want to be mocked because some things I like are silly.&lt;/div&gt;
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I don&#39;t want to be made to feel guilty for being sick or unavailable.&lt;/div&gt;
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I want to understand you, I want to know you, I want to respect you.&lt;/div&gt;
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If you feel you can do the same, I&#39;m all ears, and I&#39;m pretty sure we can get along just fine.&lt;/div&gt;
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Just a warning though: I&#39;m still pretty darn nuts, and I won&#39;t hesitate to show it. So... good luck ? And also : welcome to my world.&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleyen.blogspot.com/feeds/8081080330632323648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleyen.blogspot.com/2014/12/friendships.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1407815680493385061/posts/default/8081080330632323648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1407815680493385061/posts/default/8081080330632323648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleyen.blogspot.com/2014/12/friendships.html' title='Friendships'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258374071009421953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGG26S6xkw-dba2ukb7El4ZeQSG_1kRlKF25Em2TtkgQ9fr1ZfTHmdAYBAUjJ0lpkQwQ4OurNo1yySjhPeWhuWj_2yJdy1SUy6DGhqXG7CoDFUqO0JBLw8FasuW7ZtE2E/s220/cvphoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1407815680493385061.post-439802713809148590</id><published>2014-11-20T02:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2014-11-20T02:07:29.299+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Video Script"/><title type='text'>VIDEO SCRIPT - 50 Random Facts Tag</title><content type='html'>So, this is a &quot;new&quot; thing, but bear with me :D .&lt;br /&gt;
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I have decided to make more Youtube videos, and after starting to follow fellow Youtuber Rikky Poynter, I have decided to provide either CC (closed caption) or full transcripts of my videos. Due to the nature of my first video for this system, it will be a full transcript.&lt;br /&gt;
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Video here : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sW8vd38IjVA&lt;br /&gt;
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Hi all! I&#39;m back for the 50 Random Facts tag!&lt;br /&gt;
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I was sortof tagged by Rikki Poynter, and you should check her out. She&#39;s so pretty. Like, really, really pretty. *fangirl squee*&lt;br /&gt;
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Out of respect for Rikki and hard of hearing people, and since it&#39;s my first time, you will find the complete script for the video in the description down below.&lt;br /&gt;
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Let&#39;s go!&lt;br /&gt;
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1) I am addicted to Vanilla Coke.&lt;br /&gt;
2) I am still afraid of the dark.&lt;br /&gt;
3) I can cook very random things that look disgusting but taste rather good.&lt;br /&gt;
4) I come from Reunion Island and not even French people know that it exists, let alone where it is.&lt;br /&gt;
5) I consider myself &quot;mostly straight&quot; and in the past some of my female friends freaked out at this. Come on, I&#39;m not going to rape you. Pinky swear.&lt;br /&gt;
6) I love cats. I have too many cats. There&#39;s Marvin, Flora and Daenerys.&lt;br /&gt;
7) I started playing World of Warcraft recently. I&#39;m still a newbie, but after years of being angry at it, I decided to give it a go... and I like it. Whoopsies.&lt;br /&gt;
8) A few years ago I had a cat that I named Choco because I thought he looked like a slice of chocolate cake.&lt;br /&gt;
9) I&#39;m the eldest of 5 girls and lemme tell ya, this doesn&#39;t make growing up easy or quiet.&lt;br /&gt;
10) I spent years being angry with Apple. Then someone lent me an Iphone. I&#39;m still mad. More than ever.&lt;br /&gt;
11) I now speak more English in everyday life than I speak my own language.&lt;br /&gt;
12) Speaking of which, I can&#39;t even watch shows or movies dubbed into my own language anymore.&lt;br /&gt;
13) Speaaaking of which, I can&#39;t even read a book written by an English-speaking author in anything but the original language (Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, H2G2...)&lt;br /&gt;
14) I once broke a teeny tiny part of a foot because I had decided to wear big clunky &quot;gothic lolita&quot; shoes. Yet I still want to buy those shoes again.&lt;br /&gt;
15) I can&#39;t seem to read maps properly for some reason. Even my GPS hates me at times.&lt;br /&gt;
16) I once dyed my hair turquoise blue. People would sometimes tug on my hair to make sure it was mine.&lt;br /&gt;
17) I&#39;m a fan of Asia. Mostly Japan and South Korea though. But still.&lt;br /&gt;
18) My favorite South Korean group is SNSD. Except at the moment, it&#39;s slowly shifting to AOA.&lt;br /&gt;
19) I read tarot cards. It&#39;s quite amazing.&lt;br /&gt;
20) I&#39;m somewhat deathly afraid of driving a car due to a minor incident when I was younger. To this day I can&#39;t bring myself to get my license.&lt;br /&gt;
21) I tried to go on the French version of American Idol and they mocked my English (I was on TV but not for good reasons... and also, had pink hair by then haha) .&lt;br /&gt;
22) I&#39;m not a makeup person. At all. Except I keep buying things and try to make myself &quot;prettier&quot; but it kinda never really works.&lt;br /&gt;
23) I keep buying high heels when I know I pretty much can&#39;t walk in them. I call that &quot;feet jewellery&quot; .&lt;br /&gt;
24) I&#39;m addicted to Peanut Butter M&amp;amp;M&#39;s, but you can&#39;t find them in France. Sad times.&lt;br /&gt;
25) I&#39;m so fat I can only shop for clothes freely in the US (Fashion to Figure, I love you) .&lt;br /&gt;
26) Speaking of the US, I&#39;m addicted to the CVS strawberry &amp;amp; milk shampoo and conditioner. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;
27) I started to plan my wedding. I got the dress and shoes before I even had time to figure out anything else important, like the guest list.&lt;br /&gt;
28) I&#39;ve never been actually drunk in my life. Maybe a little tipsy, but not super mega drunk.&lt;br /&gt;
29) I can&#39;t live without my cellphone.&lt;br /&gt;
30) In fact, I can&#39;t live without my computer, either.&lt;br /&gt;
31) I cannot stand dark chocolate. Except in cakes.&lt;br /&gt;
32) My favorite anime ever is Sailor Moon.&lt;br /&gt;
33) My favorite TV series now include Doctor Who, Charmed, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, NCIS, and more recently, Sherlock.&lt;br /&gt;
34) My favorite books are the Harry Potter books.&lt;br /&gt;
35) When I went to Japan for the first time, it took me three days to realize where I was, and then I cried from the emotion.&lt;br /&gt;
36) Speaking of crying, I also cried like a baby when I held my first nephew for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;
37) I used to have quite long hair that I had to cut because I couldn&#39;t handle brushing them anymore since my arms hurt too much.&lt;br /&gt;
38) I get excited when people don&#39;t understand how I can be French and speak English that way. Most recent example : Kristian Nairn (Hodor from Game of Thrones) at an anime/comics convention (love the dude. Mr Nairn, I officially love you even though I don&#39;t watch Game of Thrones).&lt;br /&gt;
39) I consider myself an LGBT ally and can be rather vocal about it at times.&lt;br /&gt;
40) My favorite color is green but for some reason, for clothing it changes to red. Or, really, the most vibrant colors I can find.&lt;br /&gt;
41) It took me a long, long time to be at peace with my appearance. So I like to help others get more confident now.&lt;br /&gt;
42) I&#39;m still friends with all my exes (don&#39;t have that many) and all of them will be invited at my wedding.&lt;br /&gt;
43) The best job I ever had was working in a Disney theme park. It was the most physically demanding, but the best one so far.&lt;br /&gt;
44) My favorite food in the world is cheese.&lt;br /&gt;
45) Favorite fruit is now mango. For years it was apple, but the mango won in the end.&lt;br /&gt;
46) I&#39;m amongst the people for whom cilantro tastes like soap.&lt;br /&gt;
47) I write song lyrics quite often and have a decent catalogue. Sadly, no music.&lt;br /&gt;
48) My mother once sabotaged my job search with a bridal shop because she thought I was worth more than that at the time.&lt;br /&gt;
49) I hope I have a Newfoundland dog one day.&lt;br /&gt;
50) My friends have been telling me for years that I should do phone sex to make money.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, yeah. Bye :D !</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleyen.blogspot.com/feeds/439802713809148590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleyen.blogspot.com/2014/11/video-script-50-random-facts-tag.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1407815680493385061/posts/default/439802713809148590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1407815680493385061/posts/default/439802713809148590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleyen.blogspot.com/2014/11/video-script-50-random-facts-tag.html' title='VIDEO SCRIPT - 50 Random Facts Tag'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258374071009421953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGG26S6xkw-dba2ukb7El4ZeQSG_1kRlKF25Em2TtkgQ9fr1ZfTHmdAYBAUjJ0lpkQwQ4OurNo1yySjhPeWhuWj_2yJdy1SUy6DGhqXG7CoDFUqO0JBLw8FasuW7ZtE2E/s220/cvphoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1407815680493385061.post-369535921315012037</id><published>2014-05-22T18:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2014-05-22T18:16:42.309+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The best compliment one could ever pay me </title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
Hi everyone! Yup, I&#39;m back... sorta. The itch to write is always around, but making time to compose my thoughts and arrange them in a semi coherent manner has proven to be quite difficult. Oh well ;)&lt;/div&gt;
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I was thinking today about compliments and things people have told me, and I think today I just found the one that kinda touched me the most. See, I&#39;ve been told I am nice, beautiful, &quot;delicious&quot; (but the context was, ahem, particular) , and many other nice things. But these words were about who I am, either in body or in personality. So while I love hearing people tell me how much they like me (even when they don&#39;t, since having diverse opinions is good) ... it&#39;s not everything. Okay, I&#39;ll admit it, there were two exceptions: a friend told me I was a precious gift to him and my partner told me he still loved me at a difficult time and it made me cry, but you get the general idea :) .&lt;/div&gt;
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Now there is something else I&#39;m told quite often. It&#39;s about my English. Last time it happened, I was in a meeting with new people and we were talking in English the whole time because we were from many different places. At some point, I mention how long I have been studying English (about 17-18 years now) and a very nice Italian lady&#39;s eyes go wide and she tells me &quot;Wait... you&#39;re FRENCH ?&quot; , which made me smile.&lt;/div&gt;
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Sometimes, it does sound like I brag. I&#39;ll admit it: sometimes, I do, but that&#39;s mostly because that&#39;s what I&#39;m the most confident in. And that&#39;s my work. That&#39;s something I learnt to do. That&#39;s not something I can&#39;t control, and given the amount of work I&#39;ve put in over the years in... err... things, let&#39;s just say I&#39;m proud I managed to get to this level.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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It&#39;s so little and so big at the same time. But it means a lot.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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So to anyone who ever read/heard me and told me I have a pretty good grasp of English: THANK YOU. You have helped restore my broken confidence, and you have made me stronger because of it all.&lt;/div&gt;
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Ha, how funny can life be at times...&lt;/div&gt;
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I just moved. It was necessary, it took a while, but I found a place (and they accepted my application!) that I am trying to settle in. Well, trying being the key word here as it seems I&#39;m so clueless that I forgot... the blankets. Yeah. Thank Goodness Mom is probably coming over in a bit to bring me a blanket. I don&#39;t care if the rest takes time, but hehhh...&lt;/div&gt;
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Work is still work. I&#39;m not surprised by things anymore even though it can still sting sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;
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There&#39;s a part of me that&#39;s growing, too. Moving is proving to be quite the experience, and while I had moved before, it was never in my own apartment... aaaah.&lt;/div&gt;
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Have a good 2014, everyone :D !&lt;/div&gt;
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I&#39;m still alive and kicking. Went through a few things, but heh, life goes on. I&#39;m preparing another mini-trip to London this weekend (will be posting pictures for sure) but today I wanted to post also because I discovered awesome websites... but I&#39;m still scratching my head at people&#39;s behavior.&lt;br /&gt;
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The websites are &quot;Couchsurfing&quot; and &quot;Interpals&quot;. I wanted to make new friends all over the world and, well, Facebook isn&#39;t quite helping in terms of diversity, and a friend, who uses those two regularly, invited me to them.&lt;br /&gt;
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Couchsurfing has an awesome concept. Instead of a hotel, BOOM, see if anyone is available, save money but more than that, make new friends at the same time! Awesome idea.&lt;br /&gt;
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Interpals is more about being &quot;penpals&quot; , be it through snail mail or email. I like this one better because you can actually choose countries and talk to people from there. It&#39;s nice.&lt;br /&gt;
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But there is one beef.&lt;br /&gt;
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One teeny tiny beef.&lt;br /&gt;
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There is a &quot;Requests&quot; section. One dude wrote &quot;No gay&quot; on it... I wish I had remembered to report the profile. I thought it was nasty.&lt;br /&gt;
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But here&#39;s what mine says :&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Requests:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Please do NOT write to me if you are looking for a relationship.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Also, please make an effort when writing to me. If you don&#39;t say anything, then I won&#39;t have anything to say in return.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Not much, really. I don&#39;t care if you&#39;re a guy, a girl, or where you&#39;re from.&lt;br /&gt;
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But I&#39;ve had over 20 people (no joke) writing with either a &quot;Hello&quot; or a &quot;U so beautiful&quot; or &quot;Here is my skype&quot; that it&#39;s kinda painful to read. Blocked/deleted right away.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Not trying to be a beeyotch, mind you. But I like actual conversations better. Already made one friend in Japan! So happy!&lt;br /&gt;
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Today, I am not smiling. Maybe angry. I don&#39;t know. You know how sometimes something happens and you get a lightbulb moment though ? I had one of those today.&lt;/div&gt;
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I&#39;ve been fat most of my life. I&#39;ve been able to lose weight every now and then, but I gradually became what I am today, 5 ft 3 . 273 pounds. Healthy as a horse (well, so far :P ) , happy as a clam in my own little world, well, as happy as I can be without the general hassles that come with work and my personal life that sometimes goes crashing down with every bit of bad news I get.&lt;/div&gt;
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My Youtube channel and Facebook page are named &quot;SandrineSmiles&quot; for a reason. I do have a rather positive outlook on life. I&#39;m not the typical negative Nelly in the sense that I don&#39;t feel this is a productive way to live.&lt;/div&gt;
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I am, however, a somewhat rational person and there are times when things hit me like a ton of bricks. Like that thing about being fat.&lt;/div&gt;
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See, a few years ago, I realized I didn&#39;t need to be thin for people to like me. I just needed not to be an asshole or a huge bitch. I needed to be caring. I needed to listen. And, come to think of it, I liked it. Loved it so much I almost got lost in the shuffle, helping out and listening more than I would listen to myself.&lt;/div&gt;
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It even came to the point where I went &quot;screw this, if you can&#39;t handle me like this there&#39;s no reason for me to be anything different if you won&#39;t even take me as I am&quot; . But I just used this as a mental crutch, trying to comfort myself in the fact that there are nice people out there who don&#39;t judge books by their covers and who can appreciate people in all shapes and sizes.&lt;/div&gt;
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And today it hit me. This is why I&#39;m still fat. It&#39;s because there are still assholes out there who think dealing with the public should be done by &quot;pretty&quot; people. It&#39;s because my body sees no reason to cater to that stupid standard. It&#39;s because I&#39;m sick and tired of being seen as a glutton when all I&#39;m trying to do it take life as it comes.&lt;/div&gt;
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My legs aren&#39;t strong enough to go after the carrots life is trying to dangle in front of my nose as if I was a hungry donkey or rabbit. At least, I used to think so. But maybe that&#39;s not it.&lt;/div&gt;
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Maybe my body has decided that darn it, I&#39;ll earn that carrot one way or another through my work, through my spirit, through the things I do. Not through someone&#39;s silly idea of what constitute a nice appearance. I&#39;m fully aware that showing up to work in smelly clothing and reeking of poop would be nasty and NOT good, but I wasn&#39;t aware that having a few (okay, okay, a lot :D ) extra pounds would matter so much.&lt;/div&gt;
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Sure, I don&#39;t really &quot;do&quot; makeup. Sure, I don&#39;t wear skinny jeans. Or heels (who invented those torture devices anyway ?) , but I still buy them because to me they&#39;re like feet jewellery.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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But if you ask me to do a job, you can bet your ass you&#39;ll have what you need. I&#39;ll work my ass off for you. I&#39;ll be a good listener for friends. I&#39;ll help you out when I can if you need me. I&#39;ll be happy to do many things with you. I&#39;ll be the nice stranger that helps you carry your baby carriage up the stairs. I&#39;ll be the nice lady who steps aside on the bus to let pregnant women or old people sit down. Heck, considering my support for LGBT people, I&#39;ll even be the one clapping during Pride, wearing as much rainbows as I can get (what can I say, I love color).&lt;/div&gt;
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However, I&#39;m not going to &quot;photoshop myself&quot; in real life to do that. The day society accepts me as I am for what I can bring it &quot;as is&quot; might be the day I really lose all that extra weight.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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My boyfriend accepts me as I am. I&#39;ll try a little for him. My family teases me gently about things. I&#39;ll stubbornly drink my soda.&lt;/div&gt;
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Society decides to impose its silly view of a &quot;nice appearance&quot; on me ?&lt;/div&gt;
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Screw this, I&#39;m going to MacDonald&#39;s.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleyen.blogspot.com/feeds/2153392230059848292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleyen.blogspot.com/2012/10/why-im-still-fat-will-contain-swear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1407815680493385061/posts/default/2153392230059848292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1407815680493385061/posts/default/2153392230059848292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleyen.blogspot.com/2012/10/why-im-still-fat-will-contain-swear.html' title='Why I&#39;m still fat (will contain swear words)'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258374071009421953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGG26S6xkw-dba2ukb7El4ZeQSG_1kRlKF25Em2TtkgQ9fr1ZfTHmdAYBAUjJ0lpkQwQ4OurNo1yySjhPeWhuWj_2yJdy1SUy6DGhqXG7CoDFUqO0JBLw8FasuW7ZtE2E/s220/cvphoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1407815680493385061.post-6515671797062264148</id><published>2012-10-17T12:59:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2012-10-17T12:59:20.860+02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Positive musings"/><title type='text'>Don&#39;t judge a book by its cover</title><content type='html'>Ha!&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;m fat and over the years, I&#39;ve heard the comments. I&#39;ve read the articles online. People seem to associate fat and sickness all the time.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;m not saying fat people don&#39;t suffer from illnesses, but...&lt;br /&gt;
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No diabetes.&lt;br /&gt;
No cholesterol.&lt;br /&gt;
No hypertension.&lt;br /&gt;
My heart is fine...&lt;br /&gt;
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HA!&lt;br /&gt;
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It won&#39;t hurt me to lose some weight. That&#39;s for sure. If only for the clothing ;) .&lt;br /&gt;
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My doctor said it best :&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Psychologically, you are wonderful. You have this stomach here that you acknowledge while saying &quot;Screw this!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Yup. Screw this. Eventually I&#39;ll lose some weight for long term benefits, but as it stands... Screw you indeed if you think being fat automatically makes someone a lazy sick useless person :) .</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleyen.blogspot.com/feeds/6515671797062264148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleyen.blogspot.com/2012/10/dont-judge-book-by-its-cover.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1407815680493385061/posts/default/6515671797062264148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1407815680493385061/posts/default/6515671797062264148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleyen.blogspot.com/2012/10/dont-judge-book-by-its-cover.html' title='Don&#39;t judge a book by its cover'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258374071009421953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGG26S6xkw-dba2ukb7El4ZeQSG_1kRlKF25Em2TtkgQ9fr1ZfTHmdAYBAUjJ0lpkQwQ4OurNo1yySjhPeWhuWj_2yJdy1SUy6DGhqXG7CoDFUqO0JBLw8FasuW7ZtE2E/s220/cvphoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1407815680493385061.post-1820002875869458833</id><published>2012-10-10T14:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-10-10T14:09:45.834+02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Facebook"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rant"/><title type='text'>The return of the copy and paste Facebook status</title><content type='html'>It had been a while.&lt;br /&gt;
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Things were quiet.&lt;br /&gt;
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I only saw things worthy of a Failbook post every once in a while, otherwise it was the ordinary mix of personal statuses, silly pictures, religious/political spam and game posts.&lt;br /&gt;
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And then, it happened again.&lt;br /&gt;
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This one is about a &quot;legal notice&quot; that you post as a status that is supposed to &quot;protect your account&quot; . Huh ?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.snopes.com/computer/facebook/privacy.asp&quot;&gt;http://www.snopes.com/computer/facebook/privacy.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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This one is about people unclicking the &quot;Comments and likes&quot; to protect YOUR privacy, when all it does is that YOU do not see what they do anymore.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.snopes.com/computer/facebook/timeline.asp&quot;&gt;http://www.snopes.com/computer/facebook/timeline.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Hoaxes&quot; like these two are the main reason why I barely repost things. Sometimes I share Youtube videos (including mine, ha XD !) , sometimes the links to blog posts here, and various things... but I do not make it systematic to do so, and for example I do hide the game stuff from people who don&#39;t want to see it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Oh well. I&#39;ll be crossing fingers. Another three posts in a row today with the &quot;Privacy notice&quot; that I see a few times a day. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;
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:(</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleyen.blogspot.com/feeds/1820002875869458833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleyen.blogspot.com/2012/10/the-return-of-copy-and-paste-facebook.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1407815680493385061/posts/default/1820002875869458833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1407815680493385061/posts/default/1820002875869458833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleyen.blogspot.com/2012/10/the-return-of-copy-and-paste-facebook.html' title='The return of the copy and paste Facebook status'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258374071009421953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGG26S6xkw-dba2ukb7El4ZeQSG_1kRlKF25Em2TtkgQ9fr1ZfTHmdAYBAUjJ0lpkQwQ4OurNo1yySjhPeWhuWj_2yJdy1SUy6DGhqXG7CoDFUqO0JBLw8FasuW7ZtE2E/s220/cvphoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1407815680493385061.post-8761155329468073739</id><published>2012-09-27T18:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-09-27T18:01:30.780+02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Job stories"/><title type='text'>Life IS beautiful, because sometimes, it isn&#39;t.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
I know, my title seems weird. It probably is, in some way.&lt;/div&gt;
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This month of September was, in some way, epic. Mostly because of one thing: I applied for a transfer at my company, and went through four separate interviews for it. All along the process it seemed to go rather well. The third interview was the best one, the one where I felt there was some sort of connexion.&lt;/div&gt;
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Of course, that does not mean I feel I was owed the job in any way, shape, or form. But. One week or so after the last interview (yesterday), I was working until 2:30PM. No word then. I knew the HR lady sent e-mails around 6PM, so I checked my work e-mail then, from home.&lt;/div&gt;
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Rejection.&lt;/div&gt;
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It hit me like a ton of bricks. I was in nerves all evening, and all day today (to the point where I wasn&#39;t able to go to work and had to see my doc... aaaaaaand now I have to get some procedures done to check stuff out as an added bonus, so to speak).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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The doc told me that it was probably an accumulation of things. I actually agree with that part. It feels weird to be in such a state because I&#39;m usually a rather positive person, the one who keeps hoping, the one who smiles, the one who&#39;s the shoulder to cry on, you know ? So when stuff hits *me* , I feel like a lost puppy on a highway and it&#39;s terrifying.&lt;/div&gt;
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I think that&#39;s part of the reason why life is so beautiful: you have to go through moments like this to appreciate everything else. My issue isn&#39;t the end of the world, and for some people, nothing dire to deal with. But for me... ah...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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My best wishes to anyone who might be reading this. As always, comments/messages welcome :) .&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleyen.blogspot.com/feeds/8761155329468073739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleyen.blogspot.com/2012/09/life-is-beautiful-because-sometimes-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1407815680493385061/posts/default/8761155329468073739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1407815680493385061/posts/default/8761155329468073739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleyen.blogspot.com/2012/09/life-is-beautiful-because-sometimes-it.html' title='Life IS beautiful, because sometimes, it isn&#39;t.'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258374071009421953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGG26S6xkw-dba2ukb7El4ZeQSG_1kRlKF25Em2TtkgQ9fr1ZfTHmdAYBAUjJ0lpkQwQ4OurNo1yySjhPeWhuWj_2yJdy1SUy6DGhqXG7CoDFUqO0JBLw8FasuW7ZtE2E/s220/cvphoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1407815680493385061.post-8838685382035942079</id><published>2012-09-23T21:31:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2012-09-23T21:31:17.643+02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Weird Recipes"/><title type='text'>Weird Recipe of the Day</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone!&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I&#39;m going to share one of my darkest secrets. Something I cook that tastes delicious but looks utterly ugly. But it&#39;s so simple that I just... I have to tell.&lt;br /&gt;
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WARNING: When I say &quot;ugly&quot; I mean... huh... kinda looks like it&#39;s going out rather than in.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
1 packet of instant noodles (any flavor will do, but I generally use mushroom or beef and don&#39;t use the spicy oil)&lt;br /&gt;
1 or 2 eggs&lt;br /&gt;
1 small can of chopped mushrooms&lt;br /&gt;
2 slices of processed cheese&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;What I do :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
1) Boil water.&lt;br /&gt;
2) Plop noodles in. Swish around until they get soft.&lt;br /&gt;
3) Put noodle powder, stir.&lt;br /&gt;
4) Add mushrooms, stir.&lt;br /&gt;
5) Add processed cheese, stir well until the liquid looks creamy.&lt;br /&gt;
6) Whip eggs in separate bowl. Add pepper to it if you want.&lt;br /&gt;
7) Put egg in the noodles pan (yes, for real) in a circle.&lt;br /&gt;
8) When the egg &quot;rises&quot; (and sorta looks like scrambled eggs) , stir one last time, and serve.&lt;br /&gt;
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Takes about 5 minutes tops, if that. Not too expensive either.&lt;br /&gt;
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If you&#39;re really hungry, you can use two packets of noodles but it makes for a huge meal so be careful. Sometimes, I also substitute liquid cream instead of cheese.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yes, I&#39;m weird. But this honestly tastes awesome to me XD !&lt;br /&gt;
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The more I grow up, the more I regret certain times and certain people. I don&#39;t regret what I went through but when I think about it I question myself because I probably wasn&#39;t bringing much to people if we talk so little...&lt;br /&gt;
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There are exceptions because we all have our lives, don&#39;t live near one another and of course I&#39;ll never force anyone to like me because life is like that too. But when you spend months or years and everything goes well and all of a sudden everything stops you can start asking yourself questions. I&#39;ve been told I was nice and open minded and all, and after doing everything I could in certain situations I wonder &quot;Did I REALLY do what was needed ? Did I REALLY ask myself right right questions ?&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;m not posting this to obtain pity or bother anyone, I was just thinking about this and if anyone wants to talk about that kind of stuff with me, all the better.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleyen.blogspot.com/feeds/3438164072526048899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleyen.blogspot.com/2012/09/musing-of-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1407815680493385061/posts/default/3438164072526048899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1407815680493385061/posts/default/3438164072526048899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleyen.blogspot.com/2012/09/musing-of-day.html' title='Musing of the day.'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258374071009421953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGG26S6xkw-dba2ukb7El4ZeQSG_1kRlKF25Em2TtkgQ9fr1ZfTHmdAYBAUjJ0lpkQwQ4OurNo1yySjhPeWhuWj_2yJdy1SUy6DGhqXG7CoDFUqO0JBLw8FasuW7ZtE2E/s220/cvphoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1407815680493385061.post-3356963115637708540</id><published>2012-09-03T17:04:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2012-09-03T17:04:27.784+02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Positive musings"/><title type='text'>Short and sweet : Kpop edition</title><content type='html'>Yes, I know, another one :D .&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyone who knows me well enough knows I am addicted to Kpop. My favorite ever is SNSD, or Girl&#39;s Generation (I never know where to put the apostrophe haha) ... BUT. There is another group I am addicted to... SISTAR. Wanna see why ? Well, I&#39;ll show you with their latest single.&lt;br /&gt;
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This is the original video clip :&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;iframe allowfullscreen=&quot;allowfullscreen&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;360&quot; src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/embed/94NkawRzEgc&quot; width=&quot;640&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;

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THIS is a live version :
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&lt;iframe allowfullscreen=&quot;allowfullscreen&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;360&quot; src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/embed/Wa6_utzCJ3w&quot; width=&quot;640&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;

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And THIS is why I love them, because they can pull this off (aka, acoustic, sorta) :
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&lt;iframe allowfullscreen=&quot;allowfullscreen&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;360&quot; src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/embed/vsRphwFG9eE&quot; width=&quot;640&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;

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And then some people wonder why I love Kpop... look no further ;) .&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleyen.blogspot.com/feeds/3356963115637708540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleyen.blogspot.com/2012/09/short-and-sweet-kpop-edition.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1407815680493385061/posts/default/3356963115637708540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1407815680493385061/posts/default/3356963115637708540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleyen.blogspot.com/2012/09/short-and-sweet-kpop-edition.html' title='Short and sweet : Kpop edition'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258374071009421953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGG26S6xkw-dba2ukb7El4ZeQSG_1kRlKF25Em2TtkgQ9fr1ZfTHmdAYBAUjJ0lpkQwQ4OurNo1yySjhPeWhuWj_2yJdy1SUy6DGhqXG7CoDFUqO0JBLw8FasuW7ZtE2E/s220/cvphoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/94NkawRzEgc/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1407815680493385061.post-8289277410390561967</id><published>2012-08-20T10:41:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2012-08-20T10:41:46.349+02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Opinion Piece"/><title type='text'>Why I support LGBT rights.</title><content type='html'>The other day I had an interesting conversation with my sister. I was saying how sad I was from a previous conversation where it was clear the people involved didn&#39;t support gay marriage at all (while they&#39;re very nice people, it&#39;s still a sad thing to hear when you feel strongly about something) . She was telling me that gay marriage is a difficult topic to think about and that maybe just maybe society (as a whole, not just our country) may not be ready to think about it in the terms that are used today.&lt;br /&gt;
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I tried to think about why *I* support LGBT rights, and then I realized why. I&#39;ve been exposed to so many different LGBT people that for me, it&#39;s a part of life. It&#39;s normal. When I encounter people I don&#39;t care whether they&#39;re gay or not, because to me, it&#39;s not the summary of who they are.&lt;br /&gt;
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It&#39;s as if saying the only thing worth mentioning about me is, say, that I like Coca-Cola... oh the horror! I shall be burnt at the stake! Everyone else likes Pepsi! I&#39;m commiting a crime! Wait... some people like both. WAIT! Does that mean that it actually doesn&#39;t matter which one we like, as long as there are other things ? Say... someone who&#39;s nice, compassionate, who works hard, who&#39;s open-minded, who has a big heart, who&#39;s optimistic... or even the millions of other qualities people have ?&lt;br /&gt;
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Tell you what: I don&#39;t care if you&#39;re LGBT. I care about YOU. If you&#39;re nice, I&#39;m going to like you anyway, and we need more people &quot;like me&quot; to fight with you and say publicly they&#39;re proud of you. I&#39;m proud to have awesome people in my life, some of them happen to be gays and lesbians... I just love them for who they are.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleyen.blogspot.com/feeds/8289277410390561967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleyen.blogspot.com/2012/08/why-i-support-lgbt-rights.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1407815680493385061/posts/default/8289277410390561967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1407815680493385061/posts/default/8289277410390561967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleyen.blogspot.com/2012/08/why-i-support-lgbt-rights.html' title='Why I support LGBT rights.'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258374071009421953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGG26S6xkw-dba2ukb7El4ZeQSG_1kRlKF25Em2TtkgQ9fr1ZfTHmdAYBAUjJ0lpkQwQ4OurNo1yySjhPeWhuWj_2yJdy1SUy6DGhqXG7CoDFUqO0JBLw8FasuW7ZtE2E/s220/cvphoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/ViU5CKG0_mA/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1407815680493385061.post-2635786066739949487</id><published>2012-06-18T17:57:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2012-06-18T17:57:27.852+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My boss really is a good sport, and the worst pick up line ever (to me)</title><content type='html'>Today was a rather good day. Apparently it&#39;s &quot;Let&#39;s compliment her&quot; season, or something, because just as I am doing my job it looks like my boss is spreading it around that I&#39;m awesome, and the best coworkers mentoring me are starting to see the progress.&lt;br /&gt;
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My boss joked that I was probably in love with one of the support people. I said &quot;Naah, too young I guess.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Him : But he&#39;s about 40 I think;&lt;br /&gt;
Me : Ah, right in my age bracket! See, you&#39;re too young. Almost a baby. [&lt;i&gt;Boss is turning 33 in a few days&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;
Him : Wait, how old are you ?&lt;br /&gt;
Me : Almost 29. I need them at least ten years older, haha. :P&lt;br /&gt;
Coworker : But who&#39;s missing out on who, heh ?&lt;br /&gt;
Me : *fit of laughter so bad I had to set my calling thingie to unavailable for at least a full minute to avoid scaring customers away*&lt;br /&gt;
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Let me tell you, my boss probably thinks I&#39;m nuts, especially when you picture the end of the day...&lt;br /&gt;
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Him : Hey, look, UberBoss is here to remind you to stay quiet during the last 10 minutes &quot;End of Shift&quot; break.&lt;br /&gt;
Me : Do you think I could do that thing that may work sometimes ?&lt;br /&gt;
Him : What ? [UberBoss turns around]&lt;br /&gt;
Me : This *sad puppy face, UberBoss smiles*&lt;br /&gt;
Him : Nope, I don&#39;t think that works on UberBoss.&lt;br /&gt;
Me : Heh, at least one can get a laugh out of it XD .&lt;br /&gt;
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Yeah, we&#39;re bonkers. But with moments like this I&#39;m thinking it&#39;s just as good that I stayed XD .&lt;br /&gt;
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Then you have the &quot;worst pick up ever&quot; on my way home... I get out of the métro and there are these two guys in front of me doing their thing. The shortest one notices me and motions to his friend to go ahead and he&#39;s going to talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Note : I am 100% sure this is because of my rack that&#39;s pretty noticeable especially during the summer -_- .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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So he starts trying to chat me up, except I tell him &quot;No thank you&quot; then &quot;I have things to do&quot;, &quot;Someone is waiting for me at home&quot; and then probably some unintelligible babble to get him to go away.&lt;br /&gt;
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He wants me to take his number, and I say &quot;No thank you&quot; but he insists, insists. He thinks I can take it and not call him or just call him to talk on the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;
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I go up the stairs to get out of the station and go my way, he starts following me so I think aaaaaaaaaaargh what to do ? And with my new &quot;Work Goddess and Queen of Customer Service&quot; (joking, but still) state of mind, I said &quot;You offered, I said no. I do not have to, and I will not take your number.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Free at last! Or not, when I realized he was looking at where I was going, so I ducked into my favorite Chinese take-out place and took my sweet time ordering.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Whew, crisis avoided.&lt;br /&gt;
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But what a nice day today!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleyen.blogspot.com/feeds/2635786066739949487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleyen.blogspot.com/2012/06/my-boss-really-is-good-sport-and-worst.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1407815680493385061/posts/default/2635786066739949487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1407815680493385061/posts/default/2635786066739949487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleyen.blogspot.com/2012/06/my-boss-really-is-good-sport-and-worst.html' title='My boss really is a good sport, and the worst pick up line ever (to me)'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258374071009421953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGG26S6xkw-dba2ukb7El4ZeQSG_1kRlKF25Em2TtkgQ9fr1ZfTHmdAYBAUjJ0lpkQwQ4OurNo1yySjhPeWhuWj_2yJdy1SUy6DGhqXG7CoDFUqO0JBLw8FasuW7ZtE2E/s220/cvphoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1407815680493385061.post-7450232014920568632</id><published>2012-06-16T19:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-06-16T19:14:39.955+02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Job stories"/><title type='text'>So maybe my job isn&#39;t so bad after all...</title><content type='html'>I&#39;ve been at this job since October 2011 now. It almost feels like a decade. In a way, this is literally the &quot;worst job ever&quot; for me, because while I&#39;ve had my share of little hardships here and there during jobs, they were never that big of a deal because I knew the previous positions were only temporary.&lt;br /&gt;
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This customer service thing is more permanent than I thought. Now that I&#39;m an official adult, I need to think of bills first, and of course, just like everyone else on the planet (except, maybe, Warren Buffet, Bill Gates and Hollywood people) , I can&#39;t just decide one day &quot;SCREW THIS&quot; and quit on a whim.&lt;br /&gt;
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I almost did last month. I had lost hope. Customers were getting more and more on my nerves every single day, part because some of our policies don&#39;t mesh with logic, and part because some customers *do* suck major monkey balls.&lt;br /&gt;
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And then something happened. I don&#39;t know what the trigger was exactly, but my boss had me on additional training with coworkers with a better performance (my problem is &quot;average call duration&quot; and I&#39;m dragging my team down, while providing the best service with the best attitude, apparently) for a while. I&#39;d been assigned training before and I still didn&#39;t get the hope back, but in late May, I don&#39;t know, things just... moved up.&lt;br /&gt;
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I got my first &quot;100 %&quot; note in June. Last week, in fact. It&#39;s nothing, really, on the grand scheme of things. Won&#39;t get me a higher bonus (see previous paragraph) , but still, I liked seeing that look in my boss&#39; eyes when he told me how much he likes the way I do things. Only part being I&#39;m so good at customer service that I am too good and take too long and become a teeny tiny bit less efficient.&lt;br /&gt;
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The point is, things are changing. Some policies are evolving and it&#39;s making my job easier. The customers can be difficult at times, but still, I am more at peace when I wake up in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sooo... I guess I grew up ?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleyen.blogspot.com/feeds/7450232014920568632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleyen.blogspot.com/2012/06/so-maybe-my-job-isnt-so-bad-after-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1407815680493385061/posts/default/7450232014920568632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1407815680493385061/posts/default/7450232014920568632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleyen.blogspot.com/2012/06/so-maybe-my-job-isnt-so-bad-after-all.html' title='So maybe my job isn&#39;t so bad after all...'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258374071009421953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGG26S6xkw-dba2ukb7El4ZeQSG_1kRlKF25Em2TtkgQ9fr1ZfTHmdAYBAUjJ0lpkQwQ4OurNo1yySjhPeWhuWj_2yJdy1SUy6DGhqXG7CoDFUqO0JBLw8FasuW7ZtE2E/s220/cvphoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1407815680493385061.post-5786803506634557058</id><published>2012-06-14T21:03:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2012-06-14T21:03:27.713+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My Kpop List (with pictures)</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;(sorry I haven&#39;t been so &quot;daily&quot; lately... it&#39;s hard to keep up and my job has been wearing me down little by little)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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So, I posted a link on Facebook today because my favorite Kpop girl group EVER, SNSD (I&#39;ll always call them that hehe) . And some people I originally added because of game were happy to discover I like kpop too, so I figured it would be &quot;fun&quot; to make a list of the kpop acts I listen to besides SNSD. And then... well... the list DOES get kinda long.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, here goes...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Favorite group EVER :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;SNSD (and their sub-unit)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Sistar (pretty much comes second)&lt;/div&gt;
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T-ara&lt;/div&gt;
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Rainbow&lt;/div&gt;
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Kara&lt;/div&gt;
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And then the boys...&lt;/div&gt;
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And yeah, that&#39;s only Kpop, and I&#39;m not even talking about those I haven&#39;t listened to yet.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, I&#39;m doing it again. I managed to go on a trip to London after the first epic fail, and then I noticed I could have five days off in a row if I did things wisely. Since I do have a passport now, I thought &quot;Hey, where should I go now ?&quot; and of course my brain decided New York is a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;m bringing a friend this time (she actually begged once she knew where I was going, but it&#39;s good not to travel all alone haha :D ) . And talking about it with her made me think of one thing: going on adventures is a nice thing to have. Of course, not everyone can afford it, and if you can&#39;t go in a foreign country you could always go for something that&#39;s an hour away or so (especially in the US since that country is HUGE hehe) .&lt;br /&gt;
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Of course being comfortable in one&#39;s city or appartment/house/job is important. But discovering your area, exploring, seeing new things... it often makes you appreciate what you have even more than you could ever imagine.&lt;br /&gt;
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So go on and explore, people! Go, discover, explore, take pictures of interesting things if at all possible... Life&#39;s too short, we should all make the most of everything the world has to offer.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleyen.blogspot.com/feeds/285673856466355710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleyen.blogspot.com/2012/05/lets-go-on-adventures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1407815680493385061/posts/default/285673856466355710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1407815680493385061/posts/default/285673856466355710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleyen.blogspot.com/2012/05/lets-go-on-adventures.html' title='Let&#39;s go on adventures!'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258374071009421953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGG26S6xkw-dba2ukb7El4ZeQSG_1kRlKF25Em2TtkgQ9fr1ZfTHmdAYBAUjJ0lpkQwQ4OurNo1yySjhPeWhuWj_2yJdy1SUy6DGhqXG7CoDFUqO0JBLw8FasuW7ZtE2E/s220/cvphoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1407815680493385061.post-8717189593735441972</id><published>2012-03-18T21:30:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2012-03-18T21:30:35.997+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Job stories"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Opinion Piece"/><title type='text'>Keeping your calm with customers</title><content type='html'>Hello retail workers!&lt;br /&gt;
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No wait, not just retail workers. Anyone who is currently working or has worked with customers in the past, or in a &quot;customer service&quot; type of job within a company (like a helpdesk for the company or something).&lt;br /&gt;
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Well, I decided to think back on it for a while, and I just realized something : I have rarely had any real &quot;bad&quot; encounters with customers. Oh, sure, when I worked for Disney one day one guest made me cry, but I had started something like a month earlier and I was still over sensitive. Now ? Pssht. Try me.&lt;br /&gt;
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I now work on the phone. Customer service. Not too bad, I mean I am very comfortable, the workspace is pretty nicely organized, and, well, you know, it&#39;s work :P . Besides, for some reason, I really really REALLY enjoy helping people one way or another, so despite having bad days, I&#39;m quite happy in general.&lt;br /&gt;
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But as in all kinds of customer service jobs, you sometimes get the very annoying people. Those who think answering them with an unpleasant answer means it&#39;s the wrong one. Those who think one person equals the whole company and lashes out for no reason. Those who insist you can do something when you can&#39;t. And if you get those one after the other, it&#39;s quite easy to be a nervous wreck at the end of the day!&lt;br /&gt;
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Yet this new job has taught me the art of being zen. Customer yelling at me because he thinks I think he&#39;s an idiot ? Check. Customer insisting we tried to screw her out of money by doing X when she was the one who made the mistake ? Check. Customer insisting I am working from the offshore location when I&#39;m working from the country the company is from ? Check. You get the drift.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;ve seen some coworkers struggle with that, because when you are direct and to the point, sometimes you just get angry (even if only from inside) at what a customer is telling you, even if deep down inside you know they&#39;re angry at the company, not you. So your nerves crumble down and BAM sometimes you somewhat explode.&lt;br /&gt;
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Me ? Nah. I just sigh once, maybe twice, smile at my screen like an idiot, sometimes look to my coworkers on the left for &quot;moral support&quot; and lift my shoulders, and just explain, very calmly, what I&#39;m saying and why I&#39;m saying it.&lt;br /&gt;
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The result ? Customer yelling at me because he thought I was calling him an idiot managed to log on to our website. Customer thinking we were screwing her out of money understood and not only let me resolve her problem BUT also apologized. Customer insisting I am working from offshore hung up on me after 8 minutes of complaining (in my pre-Disney days, dude could have stayed on the line for 30 minutes ranting, destroying my work stats for the day). And so on.&lt;br /&gt;
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I used to have a hard time managing my nerves. Now it&#39;s much easier and I have a clear conscience, even though sometimes I still cringe inside. I guess it&#39;s also the work experience talking, even though I haven&#39;t been working here for years. Maybe it&#39;s the life experience too, I don&#39;t know.&lt;br /&gt;
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But one thing is sure : my work persona is completely different from my real-life persona. Wait, my on-the-phone-at-work persona is different, because my coworkers seem to think I&#39;m slightly nuts, with good reason ;) ... but now we know being a little nuts is quite useful :) .&lt;br /&gt;
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Post completed on March 18th, 2012 around 9:35 PM.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleyen.blogspot.com/feeds/8717189593735441972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleyen.blogspot.com/2012/03/keeping-your-calm-with-customers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1407815680493385061/posts/default/8717189593735441972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1407815680493385061/posts/default/8717189593735441972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleyen.blogspot.com/2012/03/keeping-your-calm-with-customers.html' title='Keeping your calm with customers'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258374071009421953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGG26S6xkw-dba2ukb7El4ZeQSG_1kRlKF25Em2TtkgQ9fr1ZfTHmdAYBAUjJ0lpkQwQ4OurNo1yySjhPeWhuWj_2yJdy1SUy6DGhqXG7CoDFUqO0JBLw8FasuW7ZtE2E/s220/cvphoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1407815680493385061.post-129044679177399602</id><published>2012-03-18T20:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-03-18T20:19:40.639+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fail"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Travel"/><title type='text'>How to fail at international travel</title><content type='html'>Yeah, that&#39;s me. Here&#39;s how you can look like an idiot when you&#39;re supposed to travel abroad.&lt;br /&gt;
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1) Get up, look at account. Go &quot;Whee! I can go!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
2) Look at work schedule. Ask boss. Get approval.&lt;br /&gt;
3) Call your Mom and ask if you can take your sister.&lt;br /&gt;
4) Realize things are bloody expensive and ten days in advance is not enough to take your sister.&lt;br /&gt;
5) Buy train ticket and book hotel anyway, annoying your sister.&lt;br /&gt;
6) Wait until the day before to plan your suitcase (heh, it was only four days and at least, I&#39;d done the necessary laundry) .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;7) Realize you lost your ID and cannot go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Oh. Woops.&lt;br /&gt;
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I went to bed at 2:40 AM or something that day, woke up at 5:20 AM in hopes of finding it, but nope.&lt;br /&gt;
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As a result, I had to go to the police station to report the loss. The insurance policy said &quot;theft&quot; but it ended up as &quot;loss&quot; on the paperwork because the nice policeman said, basically, that lost = one paper, one signature, one stamp. &quot;Theft&quot; , on the other hand, meant a huge wait because I would have had to... huh... oh shoot I can&#39;t remember the words, but you know when you sue someone or report a crime against you or something ? Yeah, that phrase. I think.&lt;br /&gt;
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So I just thought his advice was interesting, since filing a claim would do nothing except lose time (no one stole anything &quot;monetary&quot; so it would have been pointless).&lt;br /&gt;
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The hotel has accepted to &quot;transfer&quot; the amount of my reservation. The insurance might reimburse me for part of the ticket. So, not all hope is lost, but I really feel like an idiot right now!&lt;br /&gt;
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TL;DR : If you have an ID and a passport, DO NOT LET THEM EXPIRE without renewing and, most important, KEEP THEM CLOSE AND DO NOT LOSE SIGHT OF THEM.&lt;br /&gt;
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There :p .</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleyen.blogspot.com/feeds/129044679177399602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleyen.blogspot.com/2012/03/how-to-fail-at-international-travel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1407815680493385061/posts/default/129044679177399602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1407815680493385061/posts/default/129044679177399602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleyen.blogspot.com/2012/03/how-to-fail-at-international-travel.html' title='How to fail at international travel'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258374071009421953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGG26S6xkw-dba2ukb7El4ZeQSG_1kRlKF25Em2TtkgQ9fr1ZfTHmdAYBAUjJ0lpkQwQ4OurNo1yySjhPeWhuWj_2yJdy1SUy6DGhqXG7CoDFUqO0JBLw8FasuW7ZtE2E/s220/cvphoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1407815680493385061.post-3798862175574027942</id><published>2012-02-25T19:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-03-06T16:43:01.181+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Job stories"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Opinion Piece"/><title type='text'>How criticism can save your job</title><content type='html'>In a world where everything will offend at least one person at some point, it is sometimes good to remember that being offended or offensive all the time isn&#39;t the way to go if you want everything to run properly (not necessarily smoothly, mind you, because criticism often ruffles feathers in a very unpleasant way) .&lt;br /&gt;
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Criticism is necessary. It&#39;s essential. If you&#39;re so delusional that every single bit of criticism you receive makes you angry or sad, then maybe there is something wrong with you. Of course, not every piece of criticism is the same and sometimes of course your sadness/anger/disappointment is valid. But sometimes ? Not so much.&lt;br /&gt;
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Let&#39;s take the obvious example of work. No matter your work ethic and general life principles, you&#39;re generally paid to do what your employer wants you to do, not what you think should be done. You may have the best intentions in mind, and you may even get frustrated after a while... but you can only become a top performer if you manage to absorb the fact that you can&#39;t change things. Then it&#39;s up to you to decide whether you can handle it morally or not.&lt;br /&gt;
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I kinda always knew this but got it clearly and even better than usual yesterday. I work in a setting where being a top performer means top bonuses, and while I personally don&#39;t care about bonuses (I only care about doing a good job, you know - not that I don&#39;t care about money otherwise I wouldn&#39;t even get paid, but you get the point) , well, I have to think about my &quot;stats&quot; to avoid bringing the team&#39;s score down. Top performer here essentially means do your job well AND fast. I get the &quot;do your job well&quot; part done easily, but fast ? Heh, it&#39;s another thing.&lt;br /&gt;
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I got training on this in December before the new product launch. I got better. Then there was the new product and I collapsed because I wasn&#39;t so sure of what everything was supposed to be anymore. Then my boss left, and I got a new one, and the performance thing started again.&lt;br /&gt;
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More training with the same person, then with someone else, then with another person, then new people came in and some listened in with me (I love having new people sit with me, I can share about the work a bit) , then I got a future manager with me, and then I got training again. But this time it was different.&lt;br /&gt;
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Because this person is more a friend than others (I love them all, but for some reason, this woman is all kinds of awesome and I really like her) she did what I LOVE hearing from people : she wasn&#39;t scared of telling me the truth. She was &quot;funny&quot; (kept poking me all day and wouldn&#39;t you know it, this happens to be a good technique to keep me awake AND reduce average call time :P ) , but she was honest.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then my boss said that it seems I rock at average call time reducing when I am with a trainer, but I slip back to my old habits when I&#39;m alone. (Let&#39;s note that anything I get told is always done in a respectful manner, at least according to me) I acknowledged it and deep down inside I knew this was true, I just didn&#39;t know why it was that way.&lt;br /&gt;
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A few &quot;Ask a manager&quot; links about taking criticism before I continue my rambling :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.askamanager.org/2007/07/taking-criticism-gracefully.html&quot;&gt;http://www.askamanager.org/2007/07/taking-criticism-gracefully.html&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.askamanager.org/2008/06/how-to-take-criticism-without-getting.html&quot;&gt;http://www.askamanager.org/2008/06/how-to-take-criticism-without-getting.html&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;, linking to :&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.usnews.com/blogs/outside-voices-careers/2008/6/30/how-to-take-criticism-without-getting-defensive.html&quot;&gt;http://www.usnews.com/blogs/outside-voices-careers/2008/6/30/how-to-take-criticism-without-getting-defensive.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I knew I had to progress. I was trying my best, and I was going the &quot;slowly but safely&quot; route by gradually eliminating &quot;cross contamination&quot; and getting rid of bad habits. Yesterday&#39;s training opened my eyes as to what the truth probably is : there are things I don&#39;t understand the way I should, as in I perceive something to mean one thing when it probably means another, and this has a consequence on my performance.&lt;br /&gt;
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And you know what ? It&#39;s a good thing I tend to take criticism smoothly and pretty darn well, especially in such an environment, otherwise I am pretty sure I wouldn&#39;t be working there anymore. While I am a little miffed that my efforts weren&#39;t enough, I am glad to know how they weren&#39;t, and I have more tools than ever to progress now.&lt;br /&gt;
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My boss said he counts on me to keep on getting better like I did yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;
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I WILL do my best. The bonus isn&#39;t my incentive, personal satisfaction is. That, and if I can get compliments on being kick-ass at customer relation, I just want to be amongst the best.&lt;br /&gt;
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Haha, I have such a love/hate relationship with this job it&#39;s eerie. I think I love it more than anything else, even if I&#39;d be out there doing something else if I could. But I guess being able to &quot;help&quot; others in some way just makes me smile.&lt;br /&gt;
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TL;DR : If your boss says you&#39;d better get your act together, don&#39;t go sulk in a corner. He may be right :P .&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleyen.blogspot.com/feeds/3798862175574027942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleyen.blogspot.com/2012/02/how-criticism-can-save-your-job.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1407815680493385061/posts/default/3798862175574027942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1407815680493385061/posts/default/3798862175574027942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleyen.blogspot.com/2012/02/how-criticism-can-save-your-job.html' title='How criticism can save your job'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258374071009421953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGG26S6xkw-dba2ukb7El4ZeQSG_1kRlKF25Em2TtkgQ9fr1ZfTHmdAYBAUjJ0lpkQwQ4OurNo1yySjhPeWhuWj_2yJdy1SUy6DGhqXG7CoDFUqO0JBLw8FasuW7ZtE2E/s220/cvphoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1407815680493385061.post-1368538493610005095</id><published>2012-02-23T18:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-03-06T16:42:40.432+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Opinion Piece"/><title type='text'>Thinking positive!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I had to make an appointment with a guy to take a look at our entrance door, as the hinges are getting weird. Of course I had to take my keys off my coat pocket, and OF COURSE this morning The Man and I got out at the same time, he locked the door, and woops when I got home (three full hours before him) I went &quot;WOOPS&quot; .&lt;br /&gt;
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I started panicking a bit as I hadn&#39;t planned for this, when I remembered &quot;Heyyyyy I&#39;m an adult, weee!&quot; and sent him an e-mail, told him I would go to the Internet café, told him where it is (The Man does not have a cell phone) and parked my behind there.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sometimes, I still panic when minor things like this happen. But when you breathe calmly for a minute and just don&#39;t let your nerves get the best of you, you can end up finding better solutions (and faster, too, maybe) in the long run.&lt;br /&gt;
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(Says the one who did not have lunch and who would like The Man to get his behind around here quick before I eat a computer :P )</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleyen.blogspot.com/feeds/1368538493610005095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleyen.blogspot.com/2012/02/thinking-positive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1407815680493385061/posts/default/1368538493610005095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1407815680493385061/posts/default/1368538493610005095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleyen.blogspot.com/2012/02/thinking-positive.html' title='Thinking positive!'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258374071009421953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGG26S6xkw-dba2ukb7El4ZeQSG_1kRlKF25Em2TtkgQ9fr1ZfTHmdAYBAUjJ0lpkQwQ4OurNo1yySjhPeWhuWj_2yJdy1SUy6DGhqXG7CoDFUqO0JBLw8FasuW7ZtE2E/s220/cvphoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1407815680493385061.post-8926752763481086676</id><published>2012-02-06T16:32:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2012-03-06T16:42:27.045+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Opinion Piece"/><title type='text'>Understanding politics. Oh ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Disclaimer : This post may seem offensive to some. Should you read until the end, you may e-mail me or comment with whatever you like, but remember I&#39;m not out to attack anyone in particular.&lt;/div&gt;
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(TL;DR at the end)&lt;/div&gt;
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I think the only way I&#39;ll ever know which way to vote would be if I was either a politician&#39;s personal friend OR if I worked with them closely.&amp;nbsp;When I read articles about politics or screencaps with captions and stuff, no matter where they are, people seem to think all politicians are out to get them. The thing is, I don&#39;t think that is true at all.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now, don&#39;t ask me which side I&#39;m on, because I&#39;m just in my armchair. And I&#39;m not even kidding : I have no idea as to where I am politically, because while I may have an opinion on major issues (ask me about any) , you&#39;d have to ask me the questions to determine where I fall on the political spectrum.&lt;br /&gt;
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It&#39;s not even that I am not interested. I am interested in politics the same way I am interested in religion : there are cultural aspects to it that are essential to the understanding of how some people and countries work.&lt;br /&gt;
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I don&#39;t care if you have a political opinion, after all you&#39;re free to have one. Just don&#39;t shove it down my throat and we&#39;ll be fine :) . I&#39;d rather talk about the issues at large than the politics themselves anyway.&lt;br /&gt;
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But there is something else I have noticed. There are people out there who really are selfish greedy people. Now, I&#39;m not talking about the mom having difficulty feeding her children every month, or the guy whose electricity just got shut off, or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;m talking about the ones who can afford many things and, when asked about sharing more, will look at you as if you had just killed a puppy. I will be honest with you here : I earn about 1700 US Dollars a month. That wouldn&#39;t be enough to have an apartment on my own where I live, but I live with my partner in a nice place in France and with that money, I can live quite comfortably.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now. Let&#39;s say one day I get to work and go up to a moment where I earn, say, up to 5000 US Dollars a month. Will I be happy ? Yes. Will I start saving ? Hell yes.&lt;br /&gt;
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Will I be happy if one day my goverment tells me that woops I will only earn 3000 US Dollars a month now because I have to pay more taxes to help the country ? To be honest, I would be happy with the caveat that it would be a real help to the whole country, not just some priviledged classes.&lt;br /&gt;
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If you tell me that giving up on my salary will create better working conditions for workers (firefighters, policemen, doctors, nurses, garbage men, waitresses, everyone) will make things better.&lt;br /&gt;
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If you tell me that giving up on my salary will create shelters for homeless people, will help medical research, will help education, then hell yes I will give it up without a fight.&lt;br /&gt;
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However, don&#39;t count on me to feel sorry for &quot;rich&quot; people who always need more more more. One should get rewarded for their efforts indeed, and even Hollywood super-rich stars deserve money for their hard work and for the fact that they make others earn a lot. My question is : why should you ALWAYS spend more more more more more on things ?&lt;br /&gt;
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Not everyone needs to be in the same place at the same time, but to cry cause you won&#39;t get your second vacation or can&#39;t renovate your perfectly adequate kitchen (horrors! It&#39;s blue! I want red! AAAH!) is completely selfish. With that in mind, why would anyone try to be nicer to you when your time of need comes ?&lt;br /&gt;
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Just because you get nice things does NOT make you a bad person. Rich people having expensive cars, clothes, jewellery and going to rich people resorts don&#39;t make me twitch. But not being able to spend 500$ on extras is not a tragedy, it&#39;s just life and things happen.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;TL;DR : I don&#39;t understand politics and probably never will. And I hate selfish greedy people.&lt;/b&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleyen.blogspot.com/feeds/8926752763481086676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleyen.blogspot.com/2012/02/understanding-politics-oh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1407815680493385061/posts/default/8926752763481086676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1407815680493385061/posts/default/8926752763481086676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleyen.blogspot.com/2012/02/understanding-politics-oh.html' title='Understanding politics. Oh ?'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258374071009421953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGG26S6xkw-dba2ukb7El4ZeQSG_1kRlKF25Em2TtkgQ9fr1ZfTHmdAYBAUjJ0lpkQwQ4OurNo1yySjhPeWhuWj_2yJdy1SUy6DGhqXG7CoDFUqO0JBLw8FasuW7ZtE2E/s220/cvphoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1407815680493385061.post-2299905588319623957</id><published>2012-02-05T11:52:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T11:52:49.585+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Job stories"/><title type='text'>Letting people go</title><content type='html'>Sometimes it&#39;s about a job. Sometimes a relationship. Sometimes it&#39;s a friend, or someone who is moving, or something else. But there are people who come into your life, and then at some point they may need to go. Sometimes it&#39;s not their choice, and sometimes it is.&lt;br /&gt;
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When someone chooses to leave, most people will try and stop that person from leaving. Especially in relationships. People will try to fight, people will try to negociate. It does work at times, even though it&#39;s terrible that it takes one&#39;s will to leave to &quot;make things right&quot;. Example : woman wants to leave a man, he promises X and Y, person wants to leave a job, boss promises a raise, you know, things like that.&lt;br /&gt;
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But in most cases... we should not fight. We should let people go. Sometimes, they make the decision because it&#39;s the best thing for them. Sometimes, they just have to go otherwise they&#39;re doing something against their nature, their beliefs, their principles, and it wouldn&#39;t be good for them to stay.&lt;br /&gt;
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I understand the selfish impulse to say &quot;Please don&#39;t go!&quot; . But yesterday I learnt, yet again, that it&#39;s better to wish someone happiness on their way out, and keep in touch even sporadically, than to have this person stay and be miserable.&lt;br /&gt;
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I had to hold back my tears. What can I say, I&#39;m sensitive. It would have looked silly even though I imagine I wasn&#39;t the only one feeling weird. I was ready to leave all alone when I realized others were walking in the same direction.&lt;br /&gt;
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I feel truly lucky to be in this environment, and to have been in this environment with this person around. We need more people like this person everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;
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If you ever read this, I have two words to say : THANK YOU.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleyen.blogspot.com/feeds/2299905588319623957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleyen.blogspot.com/2012/02/letting-people-go.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1407815680493385061/posts/default/2299905588319623957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1407815680493385061/posts/default/2299905588319623957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleyen.blogspot.com/2012/02/letting-people-go.html' title='Letting people go'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258374071009421953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGG26S6xkw-dba2ukb7El4ZeQSG_1kRlKF25Em2TtkgQ9fr1ZfTHmdAYBAUjJ0lpkQwQ4OurNo1yySjhPeWhuWj_2yJdy1SUy6DGhqXG7CoDFUqO0JBLw8FasuW7ZtE2E/s220/cvphoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1407815680493385061.post-3846222867332154941</id><published>2012-01-17T08:17:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2012-03-06T16:42:16.242+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Opinion Piece"/><title type='text'>Acceptance about who you are</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;So yesterday I had to go to the doctor again. I may have asthma... yay! Or not, depending on how you look at it. Am feeling slightly better today since I got new meds, let&#39;s just hope SOMETHING is confirmed so I can take the meds if they exist or quit my job if it turns out nothing can be done (I am kidding here. I am NOT quitting this job anytime soon) .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Speaking of the doctor, she said something that amused me while I was in her office. She said that in 2010 I told her I don&#39;t give a damn about my weight. I felt the need to clarify that.&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I told her it&#39;s not that I don&#39;t care at all. Sometimes, I do. But growing up I got so much mockery and stares from being fat that at some point I gave up, thought &quot;Screw this, you don&#39;t like me like this, YOUR LOSS&quot; and moved on.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I do realize that there are things I can&#39;t do &quot;like everyone else&quot;. I can&#39;t run as fast, I can&#39;t go on certain rides in theme parks, I can&#39;t fit into certain clothes... so what ? Yes, really. SO WHAT. I am not OWED theme park rides. I am not OWED clothes because I just want them. The things I do have and can do are things I have earned.&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;And being fat does not mean you can&#39;t earn the right or the money to do anything. Just means sometimes you might have to work harder for it. Can it be annoying ? Yes. Is it that bad ? Absolutely not.&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I am not saying I do not think about my health. Sometimes I do. Which is why I no longer eat &quot;like a pig&quot; for example. I try to pay attention but at the same time I do enjoy life as much as I can, every day, every way I can think of.&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;To sum things up : just because you are fat (or something else that make people stare, mock or bully) does NOT mean you can&#39;t live a nice life and be happy. It just means that you may have to be a little more creative than others to succeed ;) .&lt;/div&gt;
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