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I slept with my name tag on
So I knew who I was when I
Woke up
Funny, since I've been sleep walking
Sleep dressing and sleep eating

I wear my name tag so
People know what to call me
Keeps things civil
My own label
Vintage 1964, aged in a wooden barrel

I have a collection of
Name tags
Kept in a safe place
Like some collect corks from
Favorite bottles, shared with friends, toasting

I have a name tag
So I can't forget who I am
While I sleep walk, sleep eat
Waking only when
My name is called, by tender voice, rousing.

I had a telemarketer job a few years back. The business owner had obtained a call list for consumers who purchased high-end dolls. These dolls were made of the finest latex and were hand painted with features desirable by the worldly man. Every eyelash was placed with precision. The pores of the doll secreted the fragrance selected by the male who placed the order. Her every feature and nuance was the compilation of a detailed order form.

Back to my position. I was responsible for selling the lube cartridges for such dolls. As you can imagine, it wasn't an easy sell. I had to know my product up and down, sideways and under, to be sure! I had to inform the potential customer of the ease of application into the an*l cavity without the trauma of a leaky cartridge. We all have experience the leaky cartridge, not pleasant. So, I became adept at selling the fine qualities of such a refurbished cartridge. The commission was good. I received much positive feedback on the performance of our lube cartridges. In time, the cartridges sold themselves, with growing notoriety and consumer reviews. Unfortunately, the Chinese whispers spread the news and I was out of a job.

"Znate, u postizanju bilo kakvog licnog cilja, postoji nešto što se zove lepo, korektno ponašanje i postoji nešto što se zove licno dostojantvo i cast."

"Ne postoji nijedan cilj vredan gaženja sebe ili drugog ljudskog bica.
Bilo kakav uspeh postignut na takav nacin je samo privid i u sebi nosi gorcinu i osecaj promašenosti, bio toga neko svestan ili ne..."

Life is to short ,i understand your sillence,we all need it for thinking,but if you care you must use words
If you want to keep love,missunderstanding can broke her heart ,
If you love her be a men tell her,your sillence can confuse her if last to long...
Go tell her or give up ,never give her a lie hope ...

“Autumn...the year's last, loveliest smile."
? William Cullen Bryant ?

Jyst a women....Bing sincere and honest is the most important for successful relationship..
I am just a women with emotions...
I know to say i am sorry...

Gonna be reunited with my darling Art in a few days.

LDR is no easy feat but the rewards were worth the wait

We are gonna spend 2 lovely weeks together, just like the last time he was here visiting me in Malaysia.

So much of preparation for this trip....

Pedi Mani - checked

Eyelash extension - checked

Hair colouring to cover the greys - checked

Facial & face mask - checked

Body scrub and exfoliation - checked

Waxing - to be done upon arrival

I wanna look pretty for my Arty

Getting very sexcited now coz not gonna let him rest. We are so gonna be busy doing it! Day and night!


Yesssssssssss!!! Art and I gonna visit all the ice-cream parlour there is and we are gonna stuff ourselves with so much of ice-cream that we won't be able to look at ice-cream anymore without

Darling Art, have I told you that if you're an ice-cream, you'd be my favourite flavour?










P.S If Art and I ever need to share a banana split, I got an upper hand coz I got this!!!!




P.P.S Even if I haven't got that, it'd be ok coz I'll just ask him to keep talking and I'll be nodding while attacking the ice-cream.

Since I've moved to my new home I have not been able to find a job. So I have had to depend on a food bank. No big deal. God supplied me with food and I am reciprocating His good work and favor with doing my part at the food bank as a volunteer.

I am hard of hearing and I don't multi-task too well so when I went to donate my time I volunteered to lug the wagon of food to the recipients car and unload it for them. I have hearing aids I don't like to use them because in a dusty warehouse setting the cost of the hearing aids use ($8000) is prohibitive.

Since the volunteer aspect (It's transient help because most are offenders and they are doing community service) comes into play. The supervisor, extremely patient, has to finish up a job sometimes left undone. And the workload gets heavy on the regular and dependable. Therefor, I have made an effort to scope things out to see what can be done to alleviate unnecessary work. And this is the crux of my blog!

There are many older people unable to come to the food bank so we deliver food to them on Saturday's. This one wonderful woman heads that up. The first thing she needs are boxes clean enough to pack with the food. I noticed that I have time at certain times of the day so I volunteered to prepare these boxes. They contain junk that needs to be discarded so I do that and line them up in the manner she prefers to have them.

I started doing that yesterday. When I was relieved of my "lugging" duties I informed the lady, Sylvia, that takes the client info and disburses the food where I would be. I said to her, "I will be in back if you need me". Unfortunately this woman is also the kind of person that answers a question with a question. But since I didn't ask a question her curiosity came in and asked me what I was going to do. When I told her she, in her normal go to the max making conclusions, said, "Does Christie know what your doing?" and "Does Charles know what your doing?" and on and on like I'm some kind of stupid idiot. In addition, it was none of her business. Christie and I got together and we planned a strategy. I looked at her and just said, "You know where you can find me if you need me" and I simply ignored her line of questioning.

Now, it got worse. For one hour I cleaned the boxes to Christie's specs! It suddenly occurred to me I had stacked the boxes on the ground (a Federal guideline No-No in the food handling). So I asked this lady Rikki if the boxes needed to be elevated on pallets. She too answers questions with questions. She began riddling me with questions as to why I was what I was doing. I mean, she was walking around the entire hour I was assembling the boxes and it didn't occur to her to ask me what I was doing? I explained and I was finally able to pry out of her a simple answer.

THEN!! This guy, Jimmy, that walks around mumbling to himself comes over and he starts talking to Rikki about the box stack I was making. I didn't care what he asked because she answered him and it appeared that he knew what was going on. But I was wrong. When Christie came to see the operation she caught Jimmy loading up her boxes up on his truck. She told him to stop, she climbed up into the back of the truck and unloaded them. Jimmy just walked around in his usual weird manner mumbling to himself.

I was exasperated when I left for the day. BUT!!! Then when I arrived this morning I was hit with another snag. I calmly told the person I was up to my neck in hogwash and was leaving.

I should have left yesterday when all this "problem" was brewing. I am now at the library cooling off and getting away from the pain in the neck over a small job swerving into a major hassle!

Whew!! Thanks to Jesus for the relief!

As a young artist in New York City, what is this obsession with work being "free-handed". Honestly, most people don't get a chance to see the process of how each artist created their work. Nor are they educated enough to tell the difference. Though "free-handed", does show more skill, in my opinion, it's not always the most precise and time efficient. Nor does it affect the value of the piece. Besides, most people that complain or critique about work that isn't "free-handed", are you willing to pay more or even pay at all. If not, sit down and be humble