“Always be classy and show grace to forgive. Still, be wise, for forgiveness is not blind. We should consider our pains cautionary and indicative of our violators, lest we forget what it feels like and what they’re capable of.”
— Paul Chin (from that book I’d love to write)

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Unlikely Personality Facets

Because what the heck do you actually know about me?

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Tumblr Tuesday Nominations

So let me get this straight.  You can only appear in the directory if you’re nominated?  Is it possible to appear under two categories (Illustrators and Musicians in my case)?

How much do you guys like me?  It’d be pretty neat to get up there, I guess :)

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psql:

Are people not able to come up with their own witty jokes anymore?
Becoming a fan of an ironic joke was funny maybe the first time, but the 89th and 90th times are stale.
…and people ask me why I thought connecting with old highschool friends was silly.

I thought I was the only one.  I’m 0.2 seconds away from de-friending my sister and EVERYONE else I know under the age of 18.  What the heck are they all doing with Facebook anyway.  I remember when you had to be in COLLEGE to register.

psql:

Are people not able to come up with their own witty jokes anymore?

Becoming a fan of an ironic joke was funny maybe the first time, but the 89th and 90th times are stale.

…and people ask me why I thought connecting with old highschool friends was silly.

I thought I was the only one.  I’m 0.2 seconds away from de-friending my sister and EVERYONE else I know under the age of 18.  What the heck are they all doing with Facebook anyway.  I remember when you had to be in COLLEGE to register.

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Remember when you used to know all these people?  Like know know them?  How you used to dress up in colourful costumes and wave flags for hours in the streets (sometimes barefoot)?  And you were all the best of friends and saw each other at their highest and their lowest and nothing would ever come between you?  Like, you’d never EVER forget each other because that would be unthinkable?
Yeah, me neither.

Remember when you used to know all these people?  Like know know them?  How you used to dress up in colourful costumes and wave flags for hours in the streets (sometimes barefoot)?  And you were all the best of friends and saw each other at their highest and their lowest and nothing would ever come between you?  Like, you’d never EVER forget each other because that would be unthinkable?

Yeah, me neither.

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Procrastinators Unite… Tomorrow

victoriajean:

Me (9:30AM): Hmm… I should clean my room today and maybe do a couple loads of laundry.

Me (8:00PM after playing Super Mario and watching movies all day): I guess it’ll have to wait till when I’m off work again in 4 days.

I swear even though I was a huge procrastinator during school I was still slightly more productive than I am right now. I’ll just blame the weather for making me want to curl up a blanket all day.

I’m the same way.  I’ve been back in Toronto for about 3 weeks now and I still have yet to fully unpack my suitcase (and the two loads of laundry I’ve done since my return are still on my bed).  I also have barely cleaned up and the mess gets worse and worse as I get more and more assignments!  I swear, these days, I only live to work; whether it be on schoolwork, freelance jobs or music.

It took me forever to get around to grocery shopping so I could take another week to get around to cooking the good.

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it took the piss out of me.

I do the subway thing, every day.  I always like to look around when the train is pulling in and see if anyone else does too.  I’m usually always the closest (and I’m sure it freaks some people out that I know exactly where to stand so the door opens right in front of my face) and there are often a few stragglers, tip-toeing the line.  But most people stand waaaay back.  I suspect they’re dying to live.  Regardless, this helps in my quest to fearlessness.

Also, we’ll have to do this when I get to NYC.  As will you have to lay some of that stand up on me, Miss Fellman.

longlivekim:

Today I was thinking about the stuff that scares me, and the shit I do to scare myself.

I’m one of those paranoid people. I know I worry a lot, but that’s in my genetics. C’mon. I’m female. I’m Jewish. I worry.

I think that moving to New York has done me some good; I’ve mellowed out a lot, I worry about less. Maybe it’s because I’m still in a dreamland about living here…either way, it rules.

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The Dawn of Rhyme in a Land Before Slime

DISCLAIMER: This is about to be a long, introspective look back on life after high school (2006 - present) and, while insightful, may get sappy and depressing at times.  Read at your own risk.

So who knows that I started rapping, for serious, when I was in Costa Rica?  Because that’s when it happened.  And while that’s not even the focus of this brain-fart, it is kind of a key point.  In Summer of 2007, while I was home in Cayman on vacation, I made my first beat.  In September, I wrote my first “real” rap to it and performed it at a talent show when I got back to CR.  It was pretty bad and has since been refined (both the beat and the rap).  But that’s when I became a rapper, I guess, and that’s when my whole persona changed.

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Why did society decide that waiters and bartenders should get consistently tipped but not baristas?

jazzimm:

(via balltillifall)

Reblogged for Paul, who put up with a lot of stupidity as a barista, haha.

I dunno what this cat’s talking about.  I roll out with up to $30 (and that’s KYD so I’m talking about REAL money) on a shift.

Here are some Barista Protips to help a brotha’ out:

  • Contrary to popular belief, being a barista in the business sector of a downtown sphere is NOT directly proportional to good tips.  Good business, yes.  But good tips, no.  The reason for this is that, quite frankly, suits don’t know a thing about good service.  They think they deserve it but only notice when they don’t get it and, either way, are too stingy to pay for it.

  • Cafés located in tourist-oriented areas are goldmines.  For whatever reason, tourists (no matter what their actual jobs are) seem to instinctively know to tip.  Additionally, most of your business will come from OTHER people working in the service industry who know, appreciate and will acknowledge good service with tips.  However small they may come, they’ll come consistently.

  • The key to a tip jar that customers at least acknowledge is to never let it fill.  Periodically, perhaps during slow periods (though you may just be shafted if you work for constantly busy spots like Satan Starbucks), empty the jar, count up the contents and put it away in the form of larger bills to be later divided.  This is also advantageous as when the shift ends and its time to divvy up the booty amongst your coworkers, you won’t have to spend forever counting up a day’s worth of change then switching it out for bills in the register, THEN splitting it between yourselves.

But of course, you’re entitled to not do any of this.  This is just how Café del Sol gets down.  Any baristas opposed to how we get down should feel free to continue in poverty if they want :)

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