Funny What We Miss

In a world that so highly values fortune and luxury, I find myself often longing for simpler things. Fight Club probably says it best:

You buy furniture. You tell yourself, this is the last sofa I will ever need in my life. Buy the sofa, then for a couple years you're satisfied that no matter what goes wrong, at least you've got your sofa issue handled. Then the right set of dishes. Then the perfect bed. The drapes. The rug. Then you're trapped in your lovely nest, and the things you used to own, now they own you.

I really got a taste of what it was like to be free of that this summer in Liberia. Every once in a while, I wanted to write something on Facebook or text a friend, but I really felt liberated.

No longer having to conform to my little OCD schedule, wear job-appropriate/fashionable clothes, worry about what I was doing for the day, or whether the bus would be on time. It was the most freeing experience of my life.

And sure, afterwards, we got to go to Belgium.

We drank the best hot chocolate we'd ever tasted,

Ate a breakfast that we could never find anywhere else,

Gawked at buildings older than the institution of the U.S. government,

Gazed in wonder at the history we could feel emanating from the environment...

Despite all of that, what I really miss is when we had little.

When you have little is when you can see how God blesses you.

I don't miss Belgian waffles. I miss a simple rice and garlic salt dinner.

I miss eating in the dark room with no glass windows and handmade furniture.

I miss waking up to see the faces of children eager to play and willing to accept you.

I miss my Liberia family.

But the best part is that,

despite missing them,

I can be satisfied in knowing that I will meet them all again,

in this life or the next.

Unspoken Bus Rules: Spoken Edition

[This post is dedicated to all of those people I have had the pleasure and/or the "blessing" of riding the bus with the last couple of months.]

While riding the bus, certain unspoken rules start to become obvious.

1. The first seats that may be taken are all of the window seats. After that, any seat that is not adjacent to another person is fair game.

2. It is not okay to put all of your belongings next to you so that you get the whole row. Especially in a crowded bus. This should go without saying, but evidently, it needs to be said.

3. Don't touch the bus driver. It's a felony nowadays.

4. Don't sit next to someone when there's an empty seat. Move if a seat frees up.

5. (Mainly observed by girls, but often, girls will be bothered if it is broken) If you must sit next to someone, take a seat next to someone of the same gender. Obviously, if that is not an option, sit next to someone of the opposite gender. Or stand.

6. GIVE UP YOUR SEAT TO THE ELDERLY/DISABLED!!!! It is written on the wall, but countless times, people argue over who has to get up for the wheelchair rider. Shameless.

7. Don't listen to loud music on the bus. Especially if your headphones are in your lap. If someone complains, don't tell them off saying that they're the only one that is bothered. Everyone else is secretly suppressing the urge to maim you.

8. Unless there's some foul mystery stain, don't sit on the aisle while leaving the while leaving the window seat empty.

8. Don't be afraid to make new friends.

"Excuses" || Deas Vail

Office Romance

There comes a time in every office situation when you realize that you have feelings for someone in your environment. We've seen it in the much-hailed The Office, and in countless movies such as Love Actually. Today, I will tell you about my two office loves:

You may not recognize him, as he's put on even more muscle and tone since his modelling days, but above is a portrait of Armistice Johnston. We were together after my break-up with my other office romance (whom you shall meet in a minute), but it was only a short fling. Aaron says I cheat with him, but he doesn't have any proof.

Now here is my true office love:

This is Fang. He used to run with biker gangs, but has since cleaned up his act. He's very caring towards others, but doesn't take things personally himself. Kind of a meat-head type, he makes a living tearing things apart with his teeth. I used to work with his grandmother, but her teeth were getting funky, so he took over her position.

We broke up for a short while, but now we are happily reunited. I think we've got something special. ;)

There you have it, my two office loves! Unfortunately, today, I will not be able to spend any time with either of them, as I will be training in reception. :)

Oh snap

The above chart (x-axis = my age, y-axis = age of boy) is a map of the ages of guys that have hit on me in relation to my age. For those that appear to be exactly my age (earlier on in my life), the guy was actually a year older, and it was the same one for several years. :P

Several things can be concluded from this graph:

-As I get older, the older the guys will be (shady!).

-Every single guy that has ever hit on me has been older than me.

-I spend too much time trying to figure out fun ways to learn Excel.