Thursday, 18 January 2007

It's Time to Start a Blog!

Time: 9:45 am
Location: My workplace...
More specifically... at the back back, in what you may call the nose-bleed section of the office...

You may ask... Nose-bleed section? Well lets say, you walk into a company and well.. they don't really have a desk for you. So where do they put you? In an empty space of course! So thats where I am.. in an empty space! With one special orange wall to my right.. and Post Canada packaging to my left (we make their packaging).. Sitting in front of me at the moment is some random dude from New Brunswick..taking care of our Customs procedures... with absolutly no sense of humour..and with files that are almost piling over his head...quite funny if you ask me!

Im sitting here at my desk...doing absolutly nothing! Since I'm new and now its the dead season.. they don't really have much to give me... What do you do at the office when you have nothing to do? Well last night, I had coffee with a friend of mine who told me that when he is bored, he has mastered the art Elastic Competitions...(You gotta shoot the elastic as far as you can....) I believe the office calls them the Commando Competitions, or something in the sort! You know, I believe I would be an excellent Elastic athlete...however, I seem to be the only person with nothing to do....which would make it quite innadequate to try to compete! Up to date.. I have read the Gazette, BBC, some news about the new IPhone (which I find completly divine!!!!) and caught up with my personnal e-mails! Now.. I decide... its time to start a blog...

(This guy, Lloyd.. The New Brunswick fellow... hilarious to look at... more and more files pilling up..!!!)

You may ask... Nat, what are you going to write about? Well anything and everything! What else do ppl write about on blogs? I just need something to entertain me!!! And well if it entertain's you in the process... so BE IT! People are entertained so easily... with the smallest amount of humour.. to a bit of sarcasm! I must say that I am a victim of easy humour.. especially under the influence.. I laugh.. uncontrollably! As if the person talking was freakin Robin Williams!!

Talking about Robin Williams.. check out this of funniest clips! HA! GOLF!!!

Anyways... entertained i was saying! Well I have come accross this little book.. called " Le petit livre de la vie" (Life's little book) written like the Baz Lurhmann song.. Everybody is Free to Wear Suncreen! If you don't know it.. its great.. This little book is quite amusing.. and I think everyone should at least try to apply some "lessons" to their daily life! I could spend hours just reading it!! Its one of those page turners!!!

I'll let you go now... with the lyrics from the Baz Lurhmann song... enjoy! Have a nice afternoon and until tomorrow!

"Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ’99 Wear Sunscreen
If I could offer you only one tip for the future,sunscreen would be it. The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth, oh nevermind, you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp now, how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked, you are not as fat as you imagine.
Don’t worry about the future, or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing everyday that scares you
Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Don’t waste your time on jealousy, sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind, the race is long, and in the end, it’s only with yourself.
Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults, if you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.
Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life, the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don’t.
Get plenty of calcium.
Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone.
Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children, maybe you won’t, Maybe you’ll divorce at 40, Maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary What ever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either

Your choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s.

Enjoy your body, use it every way you can, don’t be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own
Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.
Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them.
Do not read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for good.
Be nice to your siblings, they are the best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but for the precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard, Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.
Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund, Maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out.
Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it’s worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen "


1 comment:

Tomass said...

aah! moi si je viens a me pogner le cul des fois à ma nouvelle job, mais ca d'laire que c normal lol Si écrire un blog te convient, moi lire le tien ca va m'arranger!