Hello everyone!
I know I haven't done a proper blog in a while, but now I have the opportunity, as I am currently at my work experience and have a one hour lunch break and I am working in an officey type building! More specifically, I am working at a professional video editing and audio recording/configuring facility. My dream, as I love to edit videos and write and record songs, it fits me perfectly. (My youtube account, subscribe! > http://www.youtube.com/safferoonicle ) My first day was fairly nerve-wracking, I have a two hour journey there, and the same back of course, and it is fairly fun travelling, I love it! When I got here I met the receptionists, and they gave me a tour, then I got straight on with some video logging work. I still am doing it now on my second day! I love the atmosphere, the feel and the people here. They share their little jokes regarding the editing process and I get them! I fit in here! Some of them are too nervous to talk to me, and same here to be honest, but most of them are cushty and they're awesome! Anyway, now I am on my lunch break and I took advantage of it by making a cuppa and logging in (secretively) to my youtube, twitter and facebook! A nerd needs her social networking sites! By the way, here they are:
Twitter- http://twitter.com/safferoonicle
Dailybooth: http://dailybooth.com/safferoonicle
I already mentioned my YouTube XD, Yes, I can't really say it enough, this place is perfect for me, I love being able to sit at a desk and work like an editor, be let in on the secrets, the storeylines, and learn about the software and systems/equipment used, it's magical!! Is anyone else doing work experience, if so where are you doing it? Tell me everything! Comment, follow, stalk, woop!
Thanks guys, over and out...
-Saffy
6 Jul 2010
3 Jul 2010
CHEESE GLORIOUS CHEESE!
Here is a poem about cheese I found online:
The holidays are almost here
be sure to have assorted cheeses near
Anyway you slice it
you would have dealt it
Let the cheese wheel churn
as you feel it's fat burn
Assorted flavors
for many to savor
Limburger cheese
Oh please, You must be a sly blight to stomach it's smell in your sight
Cheddar in a can
is just grand
Sharp or mild
will make you go wild
Brie and Pepper Jack
can give you a heart attack
Mozzarella is my kind of fella'
on lasagna with others, it fills and sticks right to ya'
Thick American slices
the welfare of many choices
Don't forget the majestic blue
in it's prime always a moldy crime
Cottage cheese you have to stay
I need you everyday
The high morals of Provolone
to share it you are never alone
Laughing cow small creamy Swiss
I never can resist
Upon a crisp wheat cracker
what really matters is spread with moist Gouda
Grated Parmesan on a Yukon gold
will find your spirit warmly consoled
Fontina you must meet her
her presence is rather demeanor
Once you get hold of Soft Gruyere
everything else will just disappear
With or without wine
goes better with the essence of moonshine
Slice a thick of pepperoni or two
and cheese creations are on your tasty menu
adding grapes and colorful fruits and nuts
a loaf of chunky French crusty bread
Man, the taste temptations will go to your head
The Romans knew the best feast
while sitting at their tables in clean washed feet
with assorted cheeses
it was the "Food of the God's"
their safe resources
they would express with applause
Delectable fine smooth chocolates after a treat
of gourmet cheese and many would be down on their knees.
By: Sheila M. Grenon
"The Food Of Life"
26 Jun 2010
A bit more of my story.
I am actually making this up as I go along, so don't hate on me please!!
Then, it happened. In one second my life had been turned upside down and inside out. I had watched those movies before where right at the last second they get saved, and everyone smiles. But no. It wouldn’t work for me would it. It never did. My life was a mistake, a lie. Even though I masked it with pride, I was in pain. Mike had a girlfriend, me liking him made me feel worse. I was living a lie.
As I heard the gun spit out the dull iron bullet it had already shattered his skull and penetrated his prefrontal cortex. My father’s blood sprayed on my jade walls, staining my curtains and smothering my doctor who posters. But I didn’t care anymore. I didn’t care about me anymore.
I then saw the masked man turn to my mum, but drop his gun. Would he spare my beautiful mother? My mother, who had raised me, loved me and cherished me. My mum who I could love more than the doctor or Mike, than any person with a fictional relationship with me. No, he wouldn’t. That bastard withdrew a small kitchen knife that, that I had left out on the kitchen side, after cutting my sandwiches for tomorrow’s day of school. He began to walk towards my mother. I looked at my mother’s stunning face for the last time, she was crying. Her mascara had run down her face, and she was shaking. I wanted to walk out and stab the murderer myself, but I knew that I would be killed as well, and I was too much of a coward to save my mother. I had disgraced our family. I wanted to sit down with her, stroke her hair and tell her everything would be ok, we would then go downstairs together, make cups of tea and just talk all night. She would then kiss my forehead and tell me to go to sleep. That was what I wished could happened so much it hurt.
But the intruder began to repeatedly stab my mother, a total of fourteen times. Seven times in the stomach, three times in the neck, once in the face and three times in her left leg. She bled so much it reached the wardrobe and soaked the floor. I was sitting there, crying in a pool of my mother’s blood.
Then, it happened. In one second my life had been turned upside down and inside out. I had watched those movies before where right at the last second they get saved, and everyone smiles. But no. It wouldn’t work for me would it. It never did. My life was a mistake, a lie. Even though I masked it with pride, I was in pain. Mike had a girlfriend, me liking him made me feel worse. I was living a lie.
As I heard the gun spit out the dull iron bullet it had already shattered his skull and penetrated his prefrontal cortex. My father’s blood sprayed on my jade walls, staining my curtains and smothering my doctor who posters. But I didn’t care anymore. I didn’t care about me anymore.
I then saw the masked man turn to my mum, but drop his gun. Would he spare my beautiful mother? My mother, who had raised me, loved me and cherished me. My mum who I could love more than the doctor or Mike, than any person with a fictional relationship with me. No, he wouldn’t. That bastard withdrew a small kitchen knife that, that I had left out on the kitchen side, after cutting my sandwiches for tomorrow’s day of school. He began to walk towards my mother. I looked at my mother’s stunning face for the last time, she was crying. Her mascara had run down her face, and she was shaking. I wanted to walk out and stab the murderer myself, but I knew that I would be killed as well, and I was too much of a coward to save my mother. I had disgraced our family. I wanted to sit down with her, stroke her hair and tell her everything would be ok, we would then go downstairs together, make cups of tea and just talk all night. She would then kiss my forehead and tell me to go to sleep. That was what I wished could happened so much it hurt.
But the intruder began to repeatedly stab my mother, a total of fourteen times. Seven times in the stomach, three times in the neck, once in the face and three times in her left leg. She bled so much it reached the wardrobe and soaked the floor. I was sitting there, crying in a pool of my mother’s blood.
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