Statistically Sadistic Actually it kinda felt alright for me… probably I like Mathematics alot and Statistics is all about numbers So to Dear it’s kinda the other way around
Left a few more days before this module is over and I’m hoping that I can help Dear get through this module, although I dare not guarantee her getting an A which she has been getting so far except for her Biz Law module… somehow I wished I had a way to help her remember as much as I know so that she does get A out of this calculative module I’m just hoping that these few days of crash course would help her one way or the other… I believe the assignments I’ve completed would have helped her in a way to get it through Never felt so alive studying for another person hahaha I must be nuts Hopefully I can start my parttime course this year and enhance my knowledge and move on to a better job with better prospects rather than staying in this stupid company which seems to be sinking faster every COE bidding
Got our ride modified to give it an umpf to the pickup… a slightly more punch to it at least I had something more positive out of things this week especially having to go for duties and hot, stuff roadshows.
HHO gas mobil berdasarkan sistem adalah terobosan terbaru dalam hal mobil yang ramah lingkungan modifikasi yang memungkinkan pengguna untuk meningkatkan liburan murah ke bali mileage menyimpan uang pada biaya bensin dan secara drastis mengurangi emisi mobil. Sistem seperti ini bergantung pada HHO gas untuk membantu pembakaran. Sistem ini pasti akan merevolusi cara kita melihat dan ekonomi konsumsi bahan bakar mobil.
Kita hidup di dunia yang serba cepat di mana kenaikan harga bensin adalah masalah utama bagi konsumen di seluruh dunia. Mayoritas Amerika Serikat Kanada Inggris dan warga negara Australia sangat bergantung pada mobil mereka dan dengan demikian harga bensin. Bayangkan Liburan Ke Bali menjadi kebal terhadap kenaikan harga bensin Liburan Di Bali dan tertawa di wajah perusahaan minyak di seluruh dunia Seperti teknologi berbasis HHO dapat menyimpan rata-rata sopir AS lebih dari dolar per tahun pada harga bensin.
HHO gas menggunakan mobil berdasarkan modifikasi dapat meningkatkan jarak tempuh antara – . Efisiensi mesin mobil Anda akan sangat meningkat yang akan membuat Anda mengagumkan meningkatkan jarak tempuh. Lebih jauh daripada ini mesin anda akan berjalan lancar dan tenang. Tidak hanya akan meningkatkan mileage teknologi tersebut tetapi juga akan meningkatkan kinerja dan kekuatan mobil Anda Paket Liburan Di Bali dan membantu untuk memperpanjang umur mesin.
How It Liburan Murah Di Bali Works
Sekarang kita akan menunjukkan bagaimana HHO gas berdasarkan kerja sistem. Teknologi tidak mengganggu atau kerusakan mesin Paket Liburan Murah Ke Bali mobil Anda atau sistem komputer. Pada dasarnya Anda menempatkan wadah ukuran satu liter diisi dengan air suling dan sedikit soda kue di bawah kap mobil Anda. Sistem ini Paket Liburan Murah Di Bali didukung oleh listrik Volts dari mesin menciptakan ruang hampa dan menghasilkan HHO Gas. Gas ini kemudian didorong ke dalam manifold mesin atau karburator.
Kesimpulan
Menggunakan mobil air sistem ini tidak jelas bagian dari solusi untuk kenaikan harga bensin. mobil air adalah sesuatu untuk masa Paket Tour Murah Ke Bali depan namun saat ini jauh yang dirilis Paket Liburan Ke Bali ke publik. Tentu saja Paket Tour Murah Di Bali Anda dapat membeli mobil hibrid jika Anda memiliki uang tetapi liburan murah ke bali bukan merupakan pilihan bagi rata-rata Anda Joe. Bayangkan bisa menghemat uang hari ini meningkatkan jarak tempuh mobil Anda dan membantu menyelamatkan lingkungan kita dengan satu sistem dasar.
Read it and weep, 1 hour and 40 minutes! That’s like a new record. Especially since it took nearly 4 hours this morning! I left work, lit up a smoke, and made my way down 42nd street, bopping my head to the beat of my walking music, in particular, the song I had on was “Closer to the Edge” by 30 Seconds to Mars. Great song. I highly recommend it!
As I walked into the subway I found that the Harp guy was back. He sat strumming his harp and I momentarily shut off my music so that I could hear him. His plucking noises really worked with the beautiful huge Alice in Wonderland ad’s that were all around him. Made me fell, for just a moment that I wasn’t descending into the subway, but rather into the rabbit hole.
The subway pulled up just as I got onto the platform which annoyed me a bit, mostly because I have to walk to the end of it in order to get out at the right place when I hit the Times Square stop. Needless to say, I had to hop onto the train in the middle. There was a lovely brown substance on one of the seats, which I quickly avoided and moved down the train to lean against the pole and stare out the window. I always wondered why they even bothered having windows on a subway. It’s not like you can see anything out them, and for that which you can see, it’s basically rusted dirty walls illuminated by the sharp flash of sparks coming off the grinding metal beneath us.
Two things to note:
1. I finally got in a subway car that had english directions about the service changes. Although, I can’t really remember what they said.
2. I saw a very odd ad for Sprite, which at first glance looked like a beer ad. You tell me… if you only saw the green bottle, doesn’t this look like a beer ad?
As I exited the subway, a man was shouting about God and Jesus and how much he’s saving us. That would have been somewhat normal, that is, until he said “GOD WAKES YOU UP EVERY MORNING!” I never knew that God lived in my alarm clock, and in all honesty, if he does… well… I can think of quite a few better things he could be doing with his time. Strangely enough, that thought brought to my mind the idea of Dumbledore on the cards in the chocolate frog boxes from Harry Potter… “He’s gone, where’d he go?” “You don’t expect him to hang around all day, he has a lot to do.”
I found it funny as I made my way with the crowd of people up the ramp, and towards Port Authority, that as people exited the turnstiles, they paid absolutely no notice to the fact that they said “no exit”. I of course, followed suit, and walked through one that said “no-exit” but that was mostly because I realized just before I walked through. I wonder how many other people went through, because like me, they didn’t realize until too late, and instead were just following someone random. This made me think about the first person who walked through there… what a thing to have in your repartee “The very first commuter” hehe.
Now, the subway is very deep under Port Authority, so there are a couple of escalators I have to go up, and I was a few minutes early, so instead of walking up them, I hung off to the right side, and let people walk past me. I think it’s been a while since I, myself, did this… and I found it a great spot to watch people’s feet. Odd, right? But try it some time… If you look straight, you almost are looking at an angle up, so as people walk past you, you don’t really see what they look like, but you get a very clear perception of their feet. As I ascended up the escalators I played a little game in my head, trying to match what I thought people looked like based on what was on their feet. I wasn’t very good at it… maybe I should do this more often.
Finally, I made it to the top of the Port Authority, and got into line with the rest of the schmucks, who like me were trudging in and out of the city from a distance. I never noticed it before, but the damn place rumbles from the weight of all the buses. It’s quite disconcerting. I’m just waiting for the time when I go up there and it suddenly falls apart.
Getting onto the bus is quite an ordeal. I looked around a bit as I waited for the couple of people in front of me to hand their ticket to the driver, and realized that it’s quite disgusting in there. There’s fumes, exhaust, smoke… I felt for a moment as if I was standing in a burning house without the fire… The fun part was that as I got onto the bus, I noticed that the man in front of me was taking out a copy of Harry Potter. The guy had to be like late 50’s. Made me smile… Harry Potter sure has a large range!
The rest of the commute was quite uneventful. I tweeted, played sudoku, and answered some work emails. I miss having a book. I need to get one. When I got back to my car, I saw how horribly I had parked. Mind you, this morning, I was pulling into a parking spot without seeing the lines… there was just snow… So made me giggle when I saw that my car was actually in 4 parking spaces all at the same time. Awesome parking job Ash, awesome.
Tomorrow I’m staying in the city, so there won’t be a “leaving NYC” blog, and the blog the next morning won’t have a commuting blog either. I’m kind of happy to get a slight respite from the commute.
A crash on Route 51 in Jefferson Hills injured two people last night. According to reports, one car was traveling on the wrong side of the road at the time of the accident. No further information is available other than a short article at WTAE.
In accidents caused by a driver on the wrong side of the road, the driver crossing the center line will be held liable for all damages caused by the crash. Personal injury attorney Thomas Matvey.
It’s the first real adult thing I’ve done here. I mean yeah, I got a job and yeah, I pay rent and stuff.
But a car.
It’s freedom.
I spent the last 3 months telling everyone I won’t buy a car because I don’t see the point in getting one when I’m only here for so long, blah blah blah… and I had HUGE plans for my red bicycle (which were thwarted pretty much when I was hit by the car). My knee is still sore when I rub it; I haven’t quite recovered from the ordeal mentally, either.
BUT I was still taking buses, trains and relying on the kindness of my friends (and worrying that it was wearing thin).
Then, the last big push in the car-buying direction. It was Sunday night. I was finishing at 10pm at the pizza place… and no one was available to give me a lift. I decided, screw it, I’ll bloody take the bus home from here for the first time ever. It should be fine, I told myself. (I worry I have too much of an ‘immortal’ complex). Ever since I arrive Jason has always told me NEVER take the bus and walk home after a certain hour (which I did during the first month I was here – I’d take the last 177 bus from the city at around 1025 pm and arrive home at around 11pm and walk 3-4 minutes home. Boy did Jason give me a look when he found out I was doing that.)
So on Sunday night, Rudolf (the manager) was asking me how I was getting home. I really, really didn’t want to ask Az (who was finishing at the same time as me), because Az hates women and thinks every single one of them is out to use him. Me asking him for a favour = using him big time. Once when he sent me home I offered to buy him a chocolate for his troubles and he couldn’t get his truck into the servo station fast enough (and I bought him a Milkybar to prove I wasn’t just using him).
I really did feel bad asking friends to drive me places or give me lifts. Even though back in Malaysia I used to drive my friends around a LOT. I was lucky to have a car at my disposal most of the time back there, and I had quite a few car-less friends that I was more than happy to help. The only thing that made me hesitate to help is the fact that I was driving a really crap car and I was kind of embarrassed by it. It did all kinds of stupid things like die at traffic lights/when I was idling and etc.
I guess what goes around really comes around because I was shown such kindness and generosity by my good friends here when it came to picking me up and dropping me off. However, on Sunday night it just didn’t seem possible that I was going to score a ride home (I didn’t want to beg everyone or be a pain about it – I’d asked Ivy who lives 5 mins from the shop whereas I live 20 mins away at least, and offered her money for the petrol, but when she hesitated I just couldn’t push on with it – I felt SO bad).
So when Rudolf asked me how I was going home I just told him I’d take the bus. Christo was standing there when I said it and he just flat out refused to let me take the bus. He had given me a lift to work (he lives not too far away from me) and he was finishing at 1am otherwise I’m sure he would have given me a lift home without batting an eyelid (that’s the kind of awesome person he is). But I had accepted the fact that yeah, I was going to have to grit my teeth and just take the bus.
Christo then did something so kind and so generous and so CRAZY (I’m not sure I myself would have done it), and offered to let me drive HIS car home. He would then get a lift from someone else at the shop to my place and drive it home.
How sweet! I can’t even find the words to describe his offer. It was just TOO nice of him. I hesitated and hemmed and hawed for a while, even more so when he mentioned actually it is his girlfriend’s car (she’s back in Malaysia for Chinese New Year). I mean, come on. I don’t have any ulterior motives with Christo at ALL but what girl would be happy that some other girl is driving her car in her absence, at the suggestion of her boyfriend? I mean, I wouldn’t be too excited about it if I was in her shoes.
After about a million times of “Are you sure?” “Yes of course, you can drive, can’t you?” I took the keys, thanked him profusely and went to the car. Naturally Rudolf only cared about the fact that his car was parked next to Christo’s (gf’s), and worried I’d scratch it. Az made some comment about women drivers (he would, the smart ass). But I know I am a capable driver. I have driven MANY different types of cars in various conditions. Continental, Japanese, Malaysian. A KIA, a Mercedes-Benz, a Peugeot, a Honda, a Perodua, several different Protons. An MPV, a wagon, a sedan, big car, small car. I’ve driven those. Okay, so they were always automatics so I can’t brag about being able to drive a stick. But if I could navigate a fucking huge KIA Carnival MPV through the narrow streets outside KDU college, I can basically do anything.
Driving that Honda home that night…something came over me. The voice in my head that refused to entertain the thought of buying a car went silent. Another voice took over.
“This is fucking great.”
When I got home, my mind was made up. I am buying a car, I repeated to myself over and over. Fuck this shit I am buying a car.
The next day I went through some cars for sale ads and jotted a few contact numbers down. Luckily Jason was home when I got home from work and he wasn’t working that night (Monday – yesterday! Geez…). He accompanied me to see the cars.
The first one was a lemon of a Charade. The tyres were balder than Prince William is getting. The freaking bonnet had to be secured in place with bits of cardboard squashed into the gaps where rubber should have been. It smelled like smoke when I drove it. Bumps and dents aplenty, no a/c. The REARVIEW mirror had come off! A laundry list of things even me with my low expectations didn’t think I could deal with. And the asking price was $1099 from an Arab-looking guy who barely touched my hand when I offered it to him upon introducing myself. A pet peeve of mine: people with horrible handshakes or those who touch you as if you’re diseased (could be an Arab/Muslim male thing). It’s just plain fucking rude. Someone offers you their hand, you shake it. Wash it with sand and water later if you must. But don’t be a rude son of a bitch.
Anyways. I told him I’d be in touch. Jason was mumbling “No, no, no, no…” under his breath. We climbed into his luxurious Subaru wagon with the leather seats and sunroof and I felt awful. Are these the kinds of cars I was going to be able to afford. We drove to the second place and didn’t even stop; Jason refused. It was a dodgy neighbourhood, and he informed me he would never stop the car there. That car out front looked crap, and was I planning on cycling there if he wasn’t around? I mumbled a yes and looked out the window to avoid meeting his eyes and disapproval.
“Now, let me show you the cars I saw,” he said with a flip of his hair. Apparently he spotted some decent-looking cars with for ’sale signs’ outside a house on his way to the pizza shop in Riverton and figured I should go look.
We went, I called the number and the dude came out. His name was Eugene and unlike the Arab from before, he had a firm handshake and easy smile. liked him already. The car was a white 1984 Toyota Corona (automatic, of course), which looked clean and well-kept. He was very upfront about the car, its condition, the mileage was kinda on the high side, etc. It seemed okay to me, but of course Jason’s word was the final one and I wanted to know what he thought of it. Squinting into the bonnet at the engine, he commented that it looked good for a car of its age. (A year younger than me! LOL). It had A/C, a radio, immobiliser, the tyres were in pretty good condition, it had been serviced recently, and was going for $1,200 (firm). Hmm, I thought. I guess I could afford that but….
We took it for a drive. As Eugene said, it wasn’t too smooth, takes a while to get going so it starts out rough. I’ve driven rougher cars, I think. I mean, okay it doesn’t have power steering, but to me that added to the charm. Jason declared it was a good deal and to try and bargain with him.
I managed to bargain it down to $1000. And he threw in one of those USB MP3 players that you plug into the cigarette lighter. The radio/speakers were really good, too. Overall, I was happy with it. Tested the brakes, fine. Reverse lights, brake lights, head lights, inside lights, everything good. It has a rearview mirror, too heheh Plus, Eugene was really helpful and nice and even told me to call him if there were any problems with the car and he’d help fix it.
So I am now the proud owner of a white 1984 Toyota Corona sedan.
Valentine’s Day or Saint Valentine’s Day is a holiday celebrated on February 14 by many people throughout the world. In the English-speaking countries, it is the traditional day on which lovers express their love for each other by sending Valentine’s cards, presenting flowers, or offering confectionery. The holiday is named after two among the numerous Early Christian martyrs named Valentine. The day became associated with romantic love in the circle of Geoffrey Chaucer in the High Middle Ages, when the tradition of courtly love flourished.
The day is most closely associated with the mutual exchange of love notes in the form of “valentines”. Modern Valentine symbols include the heart-shaped outline, doves, and the figure of the winged Cupid. Since the 19th century, handwritten notes have largely given way to mass-produced greeting cards.[1] The sending of Valentines was a fashion in nineteenth-century Great Britain, and, in 1847, Esther Howland developed a successful business in her Worcester, Massachusetts home with hand-made Valentine cards based on British models. The popularity of Valentine cards in 19th century America, where many Valentine cards are now general greeting cards rather than declarations of love, was a harbinger of the future commercialization of holidays in the United States.[2] It’s considered one of the Hallmark holidays.
The U.S. Greeting Card Association estimates that approximately one billion valentines are sent each year worldwide, making the day the second largest card-sending holiday of the year, behind Christmas. The association estimates that, in the US, men spend on average twice as much money as women.[3]
Saint Valentine
Numerous early Christian martyrs were named Valentine.[4] The Valentines honored on February 14 are Valentine of Rome (Valentinus presb. m. Romae) and Valentine of Terni (Valentinus ep. Interamnensis m. Romae).[5] Valentine of Rome[6] was a priest in Rome who suffered martyrdom about AD 269 and was buried on the Via Flaminia. His relics are at the Church of Saint Praxed in Rome.[7] and at Whitefriar Street Carmelite Church in Dublin, Ireland.
Valentine of Terni[8] became bishop of Interamna (modern Terni) about AD 197 and is said to have been killed during the persecution of Emperor Aurelian. He is also buried on the Via Flaminia, but in a different location than Valentine of Rome. His relics are at the Basilica of Saint Valentine in Terni (Basilica di San Valentino).[9]
The Catholic Encyclopedia also speaks of a third saint named Valentine who was mentioned in early martyrologies under date of February 14. He was martyred in Africa with a number of companions, but nothing more is known about him.[10]
No romantic elements are present in the original early medieval biographies of either of these martyrs. By the time a Saint Valentine became linked to romance in the fourteenth century, distinctions between Valentine of Rome and Valentine of Terni were utterly lost.[11]
In the 1969 revision of the Roman Catholic Calendar of Saints, the feastday of Saint Valentine on February 14 was removed from the General Roman Calendar and relegated to particular (local or even national) calendars for the following reason: “Though the memorial of Saint Valentine is ancient, it is left to particular calendars, since, apart from his name, nothing is known of Saint Valentine except that he was buried on the Via Flaminia on February 14.”[12] The feast day is still celebrated in Balzan (Malta) where relics of the saint are claimed to be found, and also throughout the world by Traditionalist Catholics who follow the older, pre-Vatican II calendar.
The Early Medieval acta of either Saint Valentine were excerpted by Bede and briefly expounded in Legenda Aurea.[13] According to that version, St Valentine was persecuted as a Christian and interrogated by Roman Emperor Claudius II in person. Claudius was impressed by Valentine and had a discussion with him, attempting to get him to convert to Roman paganism in order to save his life. Valentine refused and tried to convert Claudius to Christianity instead. Because of this, he was executed. Before his execution, he is reported to have performed a miracle by healing the blind daughter of his jailer.
Legenda Aurea still providing no connections whatsoever with sentimental love, appropriate lore has been embroidered in modern times to portray Valentine as a priest who refused an unattested law attributed to Roman Emperor Claudius II, allegedly ordering that young men remain single. The Emperor supposedly did this to grow his army, believing that married men did not make for good soldiers. The priest Valentine, however, secretly performed marriage ceremonies for young men. When Claudius found out about this, he had Valentine arrested and thrown in jail. In an embellishment to The Golden Legend provided by American Greetings, Inc. to History.com and widely repeated, on the evening before Valentine was to be executed, he wrote the first “valentine” himself, addressed to a young girl variously identified as his beloved,[14] as the jailer’s daughter whom he had befriended and healed,[15] or both. It was a note that read “From your Valentine.”[14]
I can’t believe its already February. What about you? Craziness..
It’s February 1st, therefore Nick and I have been together a month now (: He asked me out at midnight on New Year’s. Did I mention that? I think I did. I dunno lol.
Chelsie, Leigh, and I hung out on Friday. We went to a coney island and Chels stole all the jelly from our table. Then she threw the packets at cars. It hit this one lady’s car and she got MAD. She threatened to jump Chels lmfaoo. Good times!
Then we had to drop Chels off at the elementary school a few blocks over since her grandma didn’t know how to get to Leigh’s. Leigh and I stayed at the playground for almost an hour.
I called Nick and told him I didn’t feel safe, being alone like that at a playground at night. He actually came (: it was so nice.
Anyways, hopefully February will be good. I started Gym and Science extension today. I hope I don’t get raped in Gym class by the creepy teacher that Brandie is supposed to protect me from xDD
Nick’s best friend Nina switched from 7th to 8th grade. I hope she doesn’t cause problems for our relationship..
Actually it kinda felt alright for me… probably I like Mathematics alot and Statistics is all about numbers 
I’m just hoping that these few days of crash course would help her one way or the other… I believe the assignments I’ve completed would have helped her in a way to get it through 
