Today, we had a masseuse course classes, this time it was Protection At Work.
I almost wished we had an Anatomy instead, because the guy who was teaching didn't get the things done as he should have. First, if we have Protection at Work, or better Workplace, then he darn should have been speaking about that, but instead, we got a glorified version of sports Medicine two hours total, and most of us were baffled about his babblings. I can say for me I am relatively well educated - somewhat of a jack of all trades, but this class took the cake. It didn't help that I am deaf, and the guy was yammering as if he had a mileage to do with his tongue - he was apparently impatient to get out of the classroom - we did get some examples of how to test the reflexes, some do's and don't's but when I asked about situations when it's absolutely not advisable to massage the patient, then he began to blather something I am still unsure about, but was not important, as he didn't talk about my question in a clear and concise way. And really, this guy is a doctor with some... what 40 years of practice under his belt? I asked him if a patient with arthritis or osteoporosis or muscle atrophy was a bad candidate for a massage, but instead of that I got a detailed explanation of what were those things and some additional holier-than-thou yammering that made me inwardly twitch at the absurdity. And to the top of it all, the guy ended the class half an hours before it should have been ended - well, that was the only blessing in the entire farce of a class we had today.
Really... I am wondering just how would we get through the test on Monday....depressingly enough, I am not confident we would make it in one go. Thankfully, I had invested in two books about massage and I would have to see if I can mysteriously procure some scripts to get the holes done and over with.
And maybe .... kindly... suggest to our coordinator to get the damn man to write some script for the poor us who take this class and save the next generations the waste of time that is called Protection at Workplace class.
/Shakes head/ For crying out loud, the man isn't even a masseuse. What the actual fuck was he doing lecturing to the future masseuses about the subject he doesn't know shit about? Sports Medicine is whole lot of a different bricks than Protection At Workplace and even a third-grader would have conducted the class better. To the top of it all, he didn't even have lists with main points, Power Point presentation.... he just blathered on.
Bright points of the day - Got a good dinner in the shape of French salad, toast and banana smoothie. I swear, my big bro missed his true calling. Instead of being an electric engineer, he should have become a chef. /mournful shake of head/. Pity. But hell, yeah got a good recipe outta this for the smoothie, so the day is not lost :D
BANANA SMOOTHIE VUCKO STYLE
Ingredients:
2 bananas
2 kiwis
2 apples
1 plain yogurt
Whipped cream - for whipping (If you are lazy or don't have time, the canned one is also good enough)
Milk
The amount of ingredients used is enough for two persons... well, at least for us two was enough.
Preparation:
Peel the bananas and cut them in the pieces, do the same for the kiwis and apples - with apples, you also remove apple seeds before you cut them in smaller pieces. Get the cut fruit into the food processor and add yogurt. Add as much milk as you want - we used for one cappucino cup of milk - or at least I think so. If you want to have a thicker mixture, then you add less milk, and if you want more liquid one, then you add more milk. It's all about your preference. You can also switch milk with yogurt if you don't have enough milk, and if you are fond of milk, you can let out the yogurt. if you are lactose intolerant, you can left out the dairy products and add plain water. You just have to add more fruit then to achieve the thicker mixture if you are fond of it.
Blend it together and meanwhile whip the cream. When the smoothie is finished, pour it in the cocktail glasses or cappuccino cups if you don't have cocktail glasses, decorate with the whipped cream... and enjoy!
For those who really can't go without the choco goodness, you can sprinkle on some grate chocolate, or, if you are really a health nut, then you can also go with powdered cinnamon. If you are a lover of spicy things - I know I am - you can add chili. however, last variant is a little questionable - I am a lover of spicy things, so my taste buds can be a little skewered.
The entire preparation lasts some 15 minutes, 10 if you already have prepared fruit and have a canned tin of whipped cream handy.
Bon Appetite!
Friday, November 30, 2012
Saturday, November 24, 2012
Bitchitude Day, My Way
If there was ever a day, made soley for bitching and pimp slaps, it would be right this day. sadly, as far as I know, no Bitchitude Day was officially announced as a national holiday, so poor little ole me would have to be satisfied with this blog as to mark the momentous happenings that is called Bitch day, Bitchin' day or, my recent reluctantly favorite, Bitchitude day.
Bitchitude. In urban dictionary it's defined as a bitchy attitude. Meaning, smart-ass personality, general grumpiness with a side dish of sarcasm and general bitterness about the world.
Well, then, my bitchitude day officially begun last night, when some snoopy parent entered my sanctuary called a room to happily announce high score in solitary and in process interrupt my Internet schmoozin'. meaning, I was on Internet, happily reading, and lo and behold, dear parent comes, against my express permission, to announce the silliness... and promptly forbids me from Internet. Bitchin'. And yes, for your information, that was sarcasm.
Fuck no.
Didn't help I began the masseuse course and having four hours of almost uninterrupted lessons of Anatomy, which is, right along the Math and Algebra the bitchiest course ever in the history of the courses. And believe me, I had my fair share of them. And to top off this sour cherry, one of the prerequisites for actually entering the course was.... whaddya know, Anatomy again! or before, but let's leave the semantics for now. I was almost half brain-dead by the end of it, then waiting on the said parent to get off of the meeting, and my bladder was not very happy with me, and I was even less happy with the parent..../Narrowed eyes/. Just peachy.
The next day - today, they delivered the repaired washing machine, which, my other parent in all of their glorious wisdom, ordered to be delivered at the unholy hour of 7 AM. So I was thrown out of my so very comfy and warm bed at 6 AM with the orders to get going if I want to wash... and lo and behold, the delivery guy comes exactly at 6.30 AM. Just bitchin'. Luckily I didn't need to primp myself much, but really, would kill the delivery guy to be on time when he is ordered to? If it were me, I would have told him to get going and come back at decent hour - decent, for me, means some 10 in the morning when there's a weekend, and really, this just kicked my Sunday morning into proverbial nuts. Listening to the parent yammering about achy back, and other standard bits - meaning I didn't listen too well, as I was on my was for the new bout of torture session known as an Anatomy.
Caught the bus home, and later in the day, bitched at brother because he apparently needed me to get the French salad done. Seriously? if he doesn't like the lunch, he is able to get his food done - bloody medium or rare, I don't need to be involved in every little bit of it every time he concocts the French salad.
Then, he bitched about my other parent and silliness of having two cars - I admit, I agree with him, but on the other side, the parent also is right, but to see the two to acknowledge the opposite viewpoint is an exercise in futility, and I must be insane to still attempt to make them to see it. /Weary sigh + rolling eyes heavenward./ Jeee-zus. How the world even exists with the two of them alive, kicking and bitching, and in close quarters too, I will never know. I just wonder if they would have survived on the lone island and cuffed together.
Dumb asses, the two of them.
On the brighter side, I have an idea for the ATHD, however it would involve the fair amount of work to be presentable. And of course.... I gotta learn all the bones, muscles and what not.
Oh, Bitch.
With that said, I am giving the the King of Bitchitude.... Genesis Rhapsodos!
Genesis in all his glory... now the even the photo editor is mocking me.... Just bitchin'..
Will add the actual photo when the blog photo editor will quit his rebellious stage.... honestly, hormones. Didn't know the technology had them. Well, whaddya know, you learn something new every day.
Bitchitude. In urban dictionary it's defined as a bitchy attitude. Meaning, smart-ass personality, general grumpiness with a side dish of sarcasm and general bitterness about the world.
Well, then, my bitchitude day officially begun last night, when some snoopy parent entered my sanctuary called a room to happily announce high score in solitary and in process interrupt my Internet schmoozin'. meaning, I was on Internet, happily reading, and lo and behold, dear parent comes, against my express permission, to announce the silliness... and promptly forbids me from Internet. Bitchin'. And yes, for your information, that was sarcasm.
| What the fuck does the person have to do to get some uninterrupted net time without happy announcement of 'I Did It-!" from the parents? Gee, at this rate, when I get a boyfriend there is almost 95-percent chance I would be interrupted mid-coitus because of one of the parent's 'I Did It!' moments, or even worse "Oops, I Think I Messed Up The Laptop - Help, Pretty Pwease?' Not helping that I did my research last night, and officially getting through the day with only two hours of solid sleep at night, and still having to listen that the dear parent in question didn't sleep ALL night and would you please be more gentle, polite, etc. |
Fuck no.
Didn't help I began the masseuse course and having four hours of almost uninterrupted lessons of Anatomy, which is, right along the Math and Algebra the bitchiest course ever in the history of the courses. And believe me, I had my fair share of them. And to top off this sour cherry, one of the prerequisites for actually entering the course was.... whaddya know, Anatomy again! or before, but let's leave the semantics for now. I was almost half brain-dead by the end of it, then waiting on the said parent to get off of the meeting, and my bladder was not very happy with me, and I was even less happy with the parent..../Narrowed eyes/. Just peachy.
The next day - today, they delivered the repaired washing machine, which, my other parent in all of their glorious wisdom, ordered to be delivered at the unholy hour of 7 AM. So I was thrown out of my so very comfy and warm bed at 6 AM with the orders to get going if I want to wash... and lo and behold, the delivery guy comes exactly at 6.30 AM. Just bitchin'. Luckily I didn't need to primp myself much, but really, would kill the delivery guy to be on time when he is ordered to? If it were me, I would have told him to get going and come back at decent hour - decent, for me, means some 10 in the morning when there's a weekend, and really, this just kicked my Sunday morning into proverbial nuts. Listening to the parent yammering about achy back, and other standard bits - meaning I didn't listen too well, as I was on my was for the new bout of torture session known as an Anatomy.
Caught the bus home, and later in the day, bitched at brother because he apparently needed me to get the French salad done. Seriously? if he doesn't like the lunch, he is able to get his food done - bloody medium or rare, I don't need to be involved in every little bit of it every time he concocts the French salad.
Then, he bitched about my other parent and silliness of having two cars - I admit, I agree with him, but on the other side, the parent also is right, but to see the two to acknowledge the opposite viewpoint is an exercise in futility, and I must be insane to still attempt to make them to see it. /Weary sigh + rolling eyes heavenward./ Jeee-zus. How the world even exists with the two of them alive, kicking and bitching, and in close quarters too, I will never know. I just wonder if they would have survived on the lone island and cuffed together.
Dumb asses, the two of them.
On the brighter side, I have an idea for the ATHD, however it would involve the fair amount of work to be presentable. And of course.... I gotta learn all the bones, muscles and what not.
Oh, Bitch.
With that said, I am giving the the King of Bitchitude.... Genesis Rhapsodos!
Genesis in all his glory... now the even the photo editor is mocking me.... Just bitchin'..
Will add the actual photo when the blog photo editor will quit his rebellious stage.... honestly, hormones. Didn't know the technology had them. Well, whaddya know, you learn something new every day.
Wednesday, November 21, 2012
Work In Progress
Aw, hell. /Glares at the half-finished chapters/.
Right now on Among The Hawks And Doves - lucky chapter seven. Half-written already, but seems I will have to add some things to round it up.
One of the readers pissed me off with remark my other work, Crimson Sagittarius will be next updated in year 2013. Just for that, I am tempted to delay the actual launch of the chapter, just to show the berk up. Begun the chapter, but ATHD has priority for now.
Fire and Ice has the next chapter sent to the unmercy of my beta, the awesome MHB. Seriously lucked out with her - thank God for her, otherwise my works would still be spastic little shits, riddled with grammatic errors. Now pondering just how the hell can I write her HP/Firefly crossover she is so persistently hounding me over for. And yeah, she wants smut. Sometimes I think the 'net is other name for Perverts Anonymous, but in the name of procreation of human race and quality fanficition, I am willing to overlook that fact. /Fake long-suffering sigh./ Yeah, love smut. Shame it can be a bitch and a half to write without sounding too pornographic...
Off for now,
Eirenei
Aw, hell. /Glares at the half-finished chapters/.
Right now on Among The Hawks And Doves - lucky chapter seven. Half-written already, but seems I will have to add some things to round it up.
One of the readers pissed me off with remark my other work, Crimson Sagittarius will be next updated in year 2013. Just for that, I am tempted to delay the actual launch of the chapter, just to show the berk up. Begun the chapter, but ATHD has priority for now.
Fire and Ice has the next chapter sent to the unmercy of my beta, the awesome MHB. Seriously lucked out with her - thank God for her, otherwise my works would still be spastic little shits, riddled with grammatic errors. Now pondering just how the hell can I write her HP/Firefly crossover she is so persistently hounding me over for. And yeah, she wants smut. Sometimes I think the 'net is other name for Perverts Anonymous, but in the name of procreation of human race and quality fanficition, I am willing to overlook that fact. /Fake long-suffering sigh./ Yeah, love smut. Shame it can be a bitch and a half to write without sounding too pornographic...
Off for now,
Eirenei
Reluctant RevUp
Do you have the time
To listen to me whine
About nothing and everything
All at once
I am one of those
Melodramatic fools
Neurotic to the bone
No doubt about it
('Basket Case', by Green Day)
Well, hell.
This is some kind of a project for me to record my ups and downs, highs and lows and be generally a loveable basket case I am in my real life. Because every once in a while I am tired of being a nice person, but since bitching is largerly frowned upon in our society, I am undermining the rules by the means of creating this particular blog.
What will I write about here? Mainly my writing projects, everyday occurences, problems, the days when it's all goes smoothly and some days when everything goes to the deep end in a hurry.
Who am I? I am tempted to write that I am just a kid, but that would be outright lie, so... alright, I am half grown-up kid. I don't think being between twenties and thirties could count as a grown up years and besides, the people still see me like some eighteen year old brat..../sweatdrop/ I am not helping my image, am I?
Likes? Reading manga, listening to the music, watching the stars, snoozing in my favorite sunspot, sometimes talking with people. Also, my pet cat Riki and to a lesser extent, our German Shepherd, Sani. Also... writing.
Dislikes? Being woken up, cold places, cold in general, with exception of cold drinks and ice cream, time of an internet curfew or when internet is gutted, the notion I gotta be grown up all the time and not understanding what people are talking to me about. I am deaf, so this is really a problem for me. Oh, and Math with creepy crawlies. Yuck.
Hobbies? Um... Er.... do any of the past ones count? Well, currently it's writing fanfiction, I also had a short binge on painting and drawing, and I still have to finish the tapestry or whatmacallit is the thing with needles and threads... hopefully I will finish it soon, but I am not exactly counting on it. And reading. You can almost always find me either with computer or in a library trying to scavenge the newest books for reading and getting more ideas for my own writings.
Nicknames? Hm... Depends on who calls me. Sometimes is just 'You!', but that is when my elder brother calls on me for something. In the beginning of my penpal career I chose alias of Rain. Still holds. My penpal graciously gifted me the name of 'Rena, while my beta, when she wants rile me up, calls me a bitch. Charming, no? But otherwise? Dogsbody, Shika, Shikamaru..... but usually, I am being found on 'net under the name of Eirenei.
Fanfiction? Hm... Hell, yeah. Present and reading since .... let's see, that was still the era of Windows '98.... 'scuse me, I am not very good with years. Hm.... Some eleven years and counting. I stumbled upon it by chance, as I was wildly curious of the pairing of Vegeta and Bulma from DragonBall Z, which later evolved into being wildly curious about Vegeta and Goku from the self same anime. And from then on, as they say, it was history. I swear, my first intentions were pure - like not driven-yet snow - just improving my English, because I was a horrible pants with it, on the point of being threatened to be actually thrown out of the school if I don't improve it. Hated the idea of learning all the verbs and times and whatever else English language consisted of. I could read just fine, but learning grammar was torture. Still, did it and now it's my guilty pleasure to drive my mom bonkers with it - she is expert in German, while me and my brother have dominion over English. Mwahaha. /Ahem/. Still, I wonder what would my old English teachers say, what with me abusing their well-meaning teachings to write smut - and not only that, but a smut of homosexual variant....? /Ponders/. Well, Mum did threaten me to get one of them to translate one of my projects when she was pissed off /sheepish/, but let's not even get there, yeah? Now, I am proud owner of some 58 works and counting with a plethora of plotdragons to boot. I intend to write original works too, but for now... I am almost swamped with the little critters I have to groom, feed and write out to readers' satisfaction. And this blog will document the process.
Brave enough to accompany me on my crazy journeys? Then, dear reader, do go on.
Signing off,
Eirenei
My works on FF_net
My works on AO3
To listen to me whine
About nothing and everything
All at once
I am one of those
Melodramatic fools
Neurotic to the bone
No doubt about it
('Basket Case', by Green Day)
Well, hell.
This is some kind of a project for me to record my ups and downs, highs and lows and be generally a loveable basket case I am in my real life. Because every once in a while I am tired of being a nice person, but since bitching is largerly frowned upon in our society, I am undermining the rules by the means of creating this particular blog.
What will I write about here? Mainly my writing projects, everyday occurences, problems, the days when it's all goes smoothly and some days when everything goes to the deep end in a hurry.
Who am I? I am tempted to write that I am just a kid, but that would be outright lie, so... alright, I am half grown-up kid. I don't think being between twenties and thirties could count as a grown up years and besides, the people still see me like some eighteen year old brat..../sweatdrop/ I am not helping my image, am I?
Likes? Reading manga, listening to the music, watching the stars, snoozing in my favorite sunspot, sometimes talking with people. Also, my pet cat Riki and to a lesser extent, our German Shepherd, Sani. Also... writing.
Dislikes? Being woken up, cold places, cold in general, with exception of cold drinks and ice cream, time of an internet curfew or when internet is gutted, the notion I gotta be grown up all the time and not understanding what people are talking to me about. I am deaf, so this is really a problem for me. Oh, and Math with creepy crawlies. Yuck.
Hobbies? Um... Er.... do any of the past ones count? Well, currently it's writing fanfiction, I also had a short binge on painting and drawing, and I still have to finish the tapestry or whatmacallit is the thing with needles and threads... hopefully I will finish it soon, but I am not exactly counting on it. And reading. You can almost always find me either with computer or in a library trying to scavenge the newest books for reading and getting more ideas for my own writings.
Nicknames? Hm... Depends on who calls me. Sometimes is just 'You!', but that is when my elder brother calls on me for something. In the beginning of my penpal career I chose alias of Rain. Still holds. My penpal graciously gifted me the name of 'Rena, while my beta, when she wants rile me up, calls me a bitch. Charming, no? But otherwise? Dogsbody, Shika, Shikamaru..... but usually, I am being found on 'net under the name of Eirenei.
Fanfiction? Hm... Hell, yeah. Present and reading since .... let's see, that was still the era of Windows '98.... 'scuse me, I am not very good with years. Hm.... Some eleven years and counting. I stumbled upon it by chance, as I was wildly curious of the pairing of Vegeta and Bulma from DragonBall Z, which later evolved into being wildly curious about Vegeta and Goku from the self same anime. And from then on, as they say, it was history. I swear, my first intentions were pure - like not driven-yet snow - just improving my English, because I was a horrible pants with it, on the point of being threatened to be actually thrown out of the school if I don't improve it. Hated the idea of learning all the verbs and times and whatever else English language consisted of. I could read just fine, but learning grammar was torture. Still, did it and now it's my guilty pleasure to drive my mom bonkers with it - she is expert in German, while me and my brother have dominion over English. Mwahaha. /Ahem/. Still, I wonder what would my old English teachers say, what with me abusing their well-meaning teachings to write smut - and not only that, but a smut of homosexual variant....? /Ponders/. Well, Mum did threaten me to get one of them to translate one of my projects when she was pissed off /sheepish/, but let's not even get there, yeah? Now, I am proud owner of some 58 works and counting with a plethora of plotdragons to boot. I intend to write original works too, but for now... I am almost swamped with the little critters I have to groom, feed and write out to readers' satisfaction. And this blog will document the process.
Brave enough to accompany me on my crazy journeys? Then, dear reader, do go on.
Signing off,
Eirenei
My works on FF_net
My works on AO3
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