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Bohemian and French style

dolc3simplicity — Thu, 27 Aug 2009 23:01:43 +0000

Haven’t really posted much recently, but wanted to add some pictures I fell in love with. Some of them I’m thinking of decorating this way around my room or my future residence. I hope! But all the designs are really feminine and just gorgeous. I found these pictures around on the web, the first three I don’t know. However the next ones are from Easy Elegance By Atlanta Bartlett, go out and get it–the pictures are so colorful and vibrant. And you might recognize the last two are from Ikea. The look is clean and happy.

These other pictures are not room related but I still like them.

American Journalists Captured by North Korea

dolc3simplicity — Tue, 07 Jul 2009 22:55:47 +0000

American Journalists Euna Lee and Laura Ling was captured by North Korea and sentenced to 12 years in a labor camp. I am astounded by the little coverage they received and the negative comments from the American public. North Korea is back on the terrorist list and has been forced into a corner by U.S. sanctions. The people of North Korea are starving, and so Pyongyang is resorting to these petty acts–using these women as bargaining chips. This increasingly hostile country blusters by shooting out a few missiles over Japan–putting the folks in UN in a restive state. Don’t you think its time to take a different approach, America? It is obvious they just want recognition. So do we appease NK…or push for further sanctions?

I think this question digs into deeper about the recession we are in. Americans do not need further financial burden in this recession with the unemployment rate reaching 9.4% in June. Though I am split 50/50 on the capture of the female journalists, I strongly believe something needs to be done. I partly believe that they did not receive as much attention because they are not ethnically white. That is the truth, but that is an entirely different topic. They are not spies, but journalists whom provide necessary information to the public. Anyone who has any humanitarian side or a Beating Human Heart would care about what goes on around the world. The truth is most people underestimate their own power. You are not rendered powerless because a travesty is happening on the other side of the world. There are things that can be done to better the world. There are many groups advocating for human rights, including Amnesty International. These women journalist chose the media outlet. Information is a powerful tool that can shape a nation and its resolve.

The plan to get out of this recession is to reform how/what/how much we spend, what we think is important, and a disposal of things that don’t work. It is draining our country dry! What happens when China stops buying U.S. bonds? What happens when states are run by a string of incompetent people? I keep hearing Dr. so and so with his degrees/titles/written work knew the recession was to happen. Anyone can predict, but not everyone can do something to solve it. As a last word, I hope they bring these ladies home safely.

New Found Appreciation

dolc3simplicity — Fri, 13 Feb 2009 02:47:41 +0000

Came upon this really heartwrenching piece from the movie The Great Caruso called Caruso, sang by Andrea Bocelli. It is absolutely beautiful! C’est Magnifique!! I had to put down Madama Butterfly’s famous aria-Un Bel Di Vedremo too.

Caruso-Lucio Dalla

Another version of Caruso. She sings it very well, but the gestures were a little too wild for me. But still good. It’s like the pop version.

Madama Butterfly

damn that pinkerton!

I’m listening to Carla Bruni aka Mrs. Sarkozy right now. Very relaxing~~

Artists

dolc3simplicity — Fri, 30 Jan 2009 16:25:27 +0000

I was looking at Der Jen’s work, and here’s the thing about web surfing…it can lead you to a lot of places that you weren’t interested in before–but instead opens up a whole new world.

I laughed out loud when I saw the last pictures. You always see these ladies looking prim and proper, but to my amusement not in this case. The artist’s name is Chow Lee. Anyways, this website is awesome. There were too many great art work to count. Check it out yourself here.

Near the end

dolc3simplicity — Tue, 20 Jan 2009 19:48:33 +0000

I am drawing near the end of my vista service, or indentured servitude as my bf’s friend likes to call it. I never thought I would feel any connection to my site, but it proves true if you stay any place long enough. To tell you the truth, I feel tired right now. It’s been a long year, but passed in a blink of an eye. When I was done with the beautification project on Saturday, and I was driving past the church. I felt a tinge of sadness well up in my heart. Alot of the kids from Hosanna came up to say hi and gave me hugs. I thought about all that transgressed throughout the year I have been working here. It hit me once again when I was loading new pictures from the event and glanced through the folder where I kept all the pictures I took of the kids throughout the year.

All I can think about right now is sleeping. I really pray that these kids make it and I somehow in some little way made a difference. I wish that they be kept safe from harm and always loved.

Pictures:

http://www.flickr.com/photos/hosannacommunity/

Karma is a {Bleep}

dolc3simplicity — Fri, 09 Jan 2009 20:00:38 +0000

Today I go to the ink refill store. Its been three days since I turned in my inkjet cartridges. The day after I turned it in, I go back…a gentlemen waits impatiently tapping his fingers on the table. But in a friendly way starts conversing with me about small things (how long have I been coming here, and how he is pretty satisified with their work). I had never used their services until this time. I thought I would give them a try. Anyways, the color wasn’t ready–so I told them I’ll come tomorrow. Tomorrow rolls around, but was unable to make it because of the traffic and the rain. Plus, did not feel like speeding and running out in the rain when I know it’ll be dry and sunny tomorrow. I come back in today. The woman working there is sitting eatting lunch, so I apologize for interrupting her. She grunts something unrecognizable. I see her slowly shuffling back and forth getting this and that. I get more irritated. Why isn’t it still done, when its been three days already. I try to give her excuses, she’s the only one there–she’s Jamaican and its in their culture to be really lax. I wanted to say really bad, “You should really consider changing your store name”.Pftt Rapid refill my ass! But I restrained myself. When finally it was done. I pay her, and it is not in my habit to pay attention to how much it is. Maybe its a trained reflex–so I wouldn’t feel the sting. I handed her a fifty dollar bill, and she hands me back like $12—that’s when my brain kicked and went Whoaa! I looked and looked at the receipt. The price did not match up to the one I was quoted. I didn’t remember the exact price, but it was nowhere near that amount. I decide to question, and that’s when things started heating up. I tell her I was quoted a different price. She said that would never happen, not for re-manufactured ink. Now….in my mind the customer is always right. You don’t argue and say okay show me on-line where you can find a better deal. But that woman did. This is how it went, I said that you could find cheaper deals on-line. Like ebay, tiger direct, or 123inkjets to throw out a few. So she’s like show me, tell me where to go. I said it was for her reference, so I don’t care. She was so passionate about about proving me wrong, and btw it was a few cents cheaper. Small victory for her. I tell her off that I have things to do, and you are making me stay here to show you different ink websites. For the customer service–I had to wait three days for it to be ready. and she’s like i was here yesterday and you weren’t here to pick it up. I’m not about to explain to this woman why I didn’t come by. So I keep my mouth shut. I tell her I come here and it wasn’t even ready. What was that about? She’s like I didn’t want to use my bag if you weren’t going to show up. So…you make the customer wait instead. I expect things to be efficient–you pick up your product, pay, and go. Usually, I’m very calm and very acceptive. But I don’t care anymore, and I let my face express my emotions. She wants to argue, I’ll give it to her. Then she’s like just give them to me back and I’ll refund your money. Somehow it went back to when I first put in my order, she just kept saying I wouldn’t give you that price and people here wouldn’t. I’m at my wit’s end–”You weren’t even here that day”. But she just kept saying they wouldn’t quote me for that price. I already paid for it already, I said. I’m thinking..The damage is already done, and I spent far too much of my time on this lousy place. I threw out a whatever and walked out the door. She keeps talking on my way out. Good thing it was a small store, so I wouldn’t have to hear the crap coming out of her mouth. All I kept thinking about is, I’m gonna write the ink store to poverty. I’ll write the worst about that store on web reviews. I come in with a smile, and leave with medusa eyes. I decide to write out this blog so i have time to calm down and rethink. I don’t want my karma to be bad because of what happened today. But now at the end of this, I still feel I should write the review to warn ppl and tell them to get the person to write down the price with their name if you are going to use the store regardless of my forewarnings. Awful. Pure awfulness. I wish to wash the bad karma away from me. I’ve been doing a lot of good lately, so maybe this is a way for the devil to get at me. I fell in the trap, but thank goodness its not an endless pit.

Stress

dolc3simplicity — Thu, 08 Jan 2009 19:29:28 +0000

I am holding back my tears. How can he do this to me, after all the calls…one of our sponsors is ditching out. My voice is shaking as I call the plant nursery. We printed all the flyers with their logo on it. 500 flyers. Will we need to blot out their name? This is ridiculous. I keep catching myself saying this. I am laughing, its absurd. I take deep breaths, but it doesn’t help. A few tears spill down, that is hurriedly swipe off.

Rhythm of my soul

dolc3simplicity — Tue, 06 Jan 2009 21:53:03 +0000

I love music and singing. It lets me release emotions that have laid dormant in me. Whether I’m happy, angry, or sad–it kind of heightens that emotion, but in the end releases it. Kind of like when I am feeling sad, I will listen to a sad song. I will start singing, pouring my heart out on every word. I tear up and eventually start crying and singing at the same time–remembering the heartache the pain. Afterward, I feel a lot better. Like a shoulder to cry on, music heals me. I remember watching a university symphony orchestra perform. That day I remember that I watched one of the best, most captivating performances in my life. I didn’t know what to expect, but when the conductor took his stand and everyone had their instruments poised and ready to brush their bow over the strings or wind instruments to be played…I was overcome with such an emotion when all was quiet and the music began. Half excitement and half amazement. I don’t know how to quite explain it, but I can only describe it as having the same feeling like when you are seeing something important that may not transgress in the near future. And it was music. Music is powerful. I truly feel sorry for people who have a hearing disability.

胡彦斌

Anson Hu (Hu Yan Bin)- Moonlight (Yue Guang)

I am in love with Anson Hu’s voice. Its just beautiful. He has other songs like “Waiting for You” and “Jue Bu Shi”

I like the song in this video, the pictures too of course

http://www.tudou.com/programs/view/wqGrE8Ki2DY/

Sing Song

dolc3simplicity — Tue, 23 Dec 2008 19:25:04 +0000

I woke up today around 6am. I had a dream that this guy took a sip from my chocolate milkshake, and at first I was like ok whatever. But then he took a really BIG sip, and then I blew up–like what the heck! He then pick up the straw and proceeded to flick around the bottom of the straw, so all the milkshake flew off the end onto my shirt. It was on! I started to wail on him. In my dream I was sooo mad at this nerdy guy for doing that. Bastard. I try to calm myself down whenever I get mad, which is very frequent now. Take deep breaths and analyze the situation. Really it isn’t all that bad if you take a step back. That’s what I tell myself.

I stayed awake thinking about my beautification project, stressed that I still don’t have my plants ordered or the flyers. Not many have signed up. I am in the hole with 100 more people that I need. The tools are another problem. Where am I gonna find enough shovels and rakes for everyone? I am actually hoping, and I repeat hoping I get people to show up last minute. Whereas before, I’m like you need to sign up or else you aren’t getting in. So I stayed up for an hour stressing over this. Went jogging, and forgot about it momentarily. But now its back gnawing in the back of my brain like before. I’m annoyed at the Principal for not putting more into this. Oh well, I’m gonna try to enjoy Christmas the best I can! Hand me the eggnog. haha

VS Fashion Show 2008

dolc3simplicity — Thu, 04 Dec 2008 16:56:52 +0000

That’s Not My Name! by Ting Tings

I was glued to the tv last night watching Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show 2008. They were all amazingly gorgeous. In terms of physique, they really do keep toned. It is all about DEFINITION. All other models only have to be skinny, but VS models are also fit. There are lots of pictures to oggle on the internet.
Above is a picture of Miranda Kerr. I like Alessandra and Ms. Lima–my body rolemodels!