Ok so I've been listening to this album on repeat for the past 24 hours or so and it just SCREAMS SwanQueen. Like ALL of it. Treat yourself to a listen :) and hopefully it'll inspire some awesome fanfics:)
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Ok so I've been listening to this album on repeat for the past 24 hours or so and it just SCREAMS SwanQueen. Like ALL of it. Treat yourself to a listen :) and hopefully it'll inspire some awesome fanfics:)
Warehouse13 finale fix…in a dream
So i guess subconsciously, my mind is still upset over the disgrace of a final season we were given for WH13…so my brain decided to fix it. I swear, i just woke up from a dream where i was watching on tv, a fix to the finale. Apparently (as per the dream) the WH13 team decided that they were going to fix it for us.
SO, it started off with me in my living room with the tv on, but not really paying attn to it…there are two ppl, a man and a woman on screen….they look a little bit older…and they see to have been talking for forever. Anyways, their voices eventually grab my attention and i'm like hey, these are the voices of Myka and Pete! So I glance at the tv and there they are, slightly older versions of themselves. So this is where i start actually paying attn to the tv. Myka and Pete seem to be married (a la Helena in Boone….i think it's the same house in my dream actually), but she's telling him that she really isn't in love with him and that it's been Helena all along and that she can't live this lie anymore so she's going to pursue Helena. Pete is actually supportive and they have the whole, we were never meant to be together like this, we're best friends, buddies etc. talk, then they both leave to go track down Helena.
So they trace her to another dimension (I've just finished watching the entire Fringe series) and after going thru hell to cross the fabric of the universe to get there, they finally find her. Helena looks young as ever, she seems to have not aged in this dimension. She's shocked when she realizes it's her Myka. They sit for a bit to talk, Helena a bit unsure of why Myka is there and Myka just dying to jump into her arms and profess her love. As they're talking, Myka slides her hand into Helena's and their eyes lock. The hand holding continues (and i don't know why, but i don't think i was actually hearing the dialogue, either that or i was too focused on the hand holding…either way, i have no dialogue to go with this part), and eventually Myka leans in and kisses Helena. Their kiss is hot. like passionately hot. and i'm glued to the tv as they move to more than kissing…and more…and more (everything we've always wanted and written a plethora of fan fiction about). Somewhere around here i remember thinking in the dream that i sooo need to call my gf and tell her that they did a fix to the finale, but i never got around to making that call. Now i can't remember exactly what happened the next day (cuz i was starting to wake up at this point), but i got very bad vibes about it… something to do with Helena in a coffin and Myka trying to bring her back to life before complete rigor mortis sets in.
And then i woke up
How to deal with an "Outer"? (Advice needed)
Last week I found out that an old friend of mine, someone I've known since i was 11, told one of the interns working under her (who just happened to be another friend of mine) that I was gay. The conversation went something like this:
Intern (looking at a group photo my friend had and pointing to me in the pic): Hey, I know her!
"Friend": Oh her? She's gay.
WTF?!?!?! WHO DOES THAT?!!!! Thankfully the person she told already knew that but really, that could have been anyone! ANYONE!
Now what really bothers me more is how did she come upon this information in the first place? I never told her; frankly, because I never felt THAT close to her to share this detail about myself. But, she is close to my core group of friends, which means that one of them told her. And they may have innocently done so, but point is that, it was done, and now she's out there spreading the word apparently. And it's not so much the fact that it's getting out there that's really hurting, cuz I mean, quite a bit of people know, but it's the fact that she doesn't know what my current stance is on being out. For all she knows, I could already be out or still very much frighteningly closeted. But yet she just divulged this information without thought to the repercussions it may have. Unless she thought of it and decide that telling this person was worth the possible damage it could do to me. What about other personal matters? I mean, if I confide in one of my core friends and they go and discuss it with another of the core and another etc and it gets to this girl and she starts telling everyone off the street, then can i really trust any of my friends anymore? I don't even know which one of them told so it's like i have not much idea of who i can really trust! Who do i do? How do i find out which one of them is the culprit?!
I really look forward to some input on this. I'm sure it will help not only me, but others who may be faced with similar situations and happen to stumble upon this post.
Workplace music etiquette
Why do people feel the need to shaaaaaare their music with everyone? Just because you love a particular genre of music doesn't mean I do. Sure I may enjoy a few tracks of that particular genre, but that does NOT mean that I want to listen to it ALL FUCKING DAY!!!! What may be music for you is just jarring noise to my poor differently-tuned ears!! You don't hear me blasting my music in your ear for even a fraction of the 8 hours we have to spend in the same room so why torture me so? And on top of that, I have to listen to you commentate on every fucking thing you are doing to the background of this "music". It is really distracting!!! I do not care if you forgot you were wearing eyeliner and accidentally rubbed your eye. who fucking cares!!! And fuck! everytime you have to "work something out" out loud, it pulls my attention away from WHAT I AM DOING! Learn to work your shit out in your head!!!!!!!! Grrrr. oh end of day come fast.
Eurasia - we put customers last
I dunno how many of you know, but opposite Pennywise in Trincity mall there is that restaurant called Eurasia (Previously known as Belle Italia). So this place claims to be a fusion restaurant, offering cuisines from Europe and Asia; particularly Italian, Thai and Japanese.
So, being as today was my co-tech's birthday and we had noticed the sign or 2 for 1 cocktails 11am-3pm, we decided to go have a celebratory drink. Well, to start with they need to learn a lil something (or a lotta somethings) about customer service. At the bar it took a while for us to get our first drink order taken, but the drink came fast, so no complaint about that. So while sipping our drink, we decided to order some sushi. Now, my companion was concerned about the type of tuna they were using, so she asked. The server didn't know, which is fine, but it's the way she was trying to ask about it that really wasn't too nice; shouting to the person at the other side, then making it look like we didn't know what we were talking about and we schupid. Thankfully the person at the sushi counter knew his fishes so he was able to answer for us. Took a while for her to be available to take our order because of the trillion and one distractions she was taken up with. Now mind you, this is the person at the bar, the bartender (whether the actually bartender or a fill-in) and she's continuously leaving the bar for extended periods, or on her phone, or conversing with other workers, so it's like the customer has to wait and wait and wait to even get a fraction of attention. And God forbid you hesitate to decide, because she would get distracted again and not come back to you for the next 20 minutes. Eventually I got frustrated and told her (after attempting to get her attention a few times) that we'd like our bill. AT THAT POINT (this is probably half an hour after we had said we wanted a minute to decide what sushi we wanted) she asked, "you don't want the sushi again?" Ofcourse I was like no, just the bill please. And to top it off she didn't give me my 67c change. Poor service seems to be their motto. Or probably "Customer Last"! So, if you thinking of having a drink or maybe eating something other than food court food at Trincity Mall, think twice before walking into Eurasia, unless of course you have a few hours to spare and like to be left waiting with an empty glass in front of you and of course loooovve paying jacked-up prices!
Work Wollies
Silence is golden. The more I’m surrounded by noisy people, the more I appreciate what little silence I get. For the past three and a half hours there has been glorious, exquisite silence in my lab. Then my co-worker shows up and it’s like a barrage of noise. TBH, I really don’t care to know about your morning in that much detail. You’re an hour and a half late, that does not mean that I want you to recount, in excruciating detail, how you spent the past 90 minutes. No. I really do not care! Just shut up! Let me get back to my silence! My girlfriend has aptly labeled her as “Talkative Girl” or TG for short. Because I swear, that is all this woman does! Talk! Non-stop! WHEN DO YOU EVER BREATHE?! Do you have gills or something that I never see you stop for a breath of air? Ugh. Need to find me another hidden quiet spot.
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