I should watch this show. What is it?
Irish girl names are so unusual and pretty. Heavily inspired by age old folklore, it’s no wonder that they (and their variations) are commonly used in fantastical stories.
I have not a single drop of Irish blood in my veins, would it be at all fitting to steal one of these beautiful names for my kids?
13 telephone interviews. 4 first stage interviews. 2 final stage interviews. 7 weeks. I HAVE FOUND MY MINION.
First time hiring someone, soon to become first time managing someone. It’s been an interesting experience being directly involved in the recruitment process - wasn’t at all as fun as I’d imagined, and I am so glad it’s over now.
I think I made the right decision. He doesn’t have the most experience, the best spoken English, however he certainly came across as very intelligent (and sweet) and well… I just have a good gut feeling.
My friend said she’d be embarrassed to work under a boss like me, who scoots to work and wears a backpack…. but what does she know.
"Mum, this might be my last change to tell you I love you."
"Why’s that? I love you anyway."
Can’t read this article without tearing up…
I really like this one tumblr’s posts however he never credits pictures or quotations. Everything is sourced under his tumblr name and is clearly a way of promoting his own blog, at the expense of people (authors and/or other reblogs) he’s copying the content from.
I have been a follower for years, since I started using tumblr, however the shameless promotion has made me lose all respect for him. So just now, I unfollowed.
2014 is the 75th anniversary of Routemaster buses operating in London. Contrary to popular opinion, they’re not all red.
Edit: correction, they’re RT buses. Not Routemasters…
the light coming through my shutters looked so nice and i got a picture but it faded quickly afterwards
I do this. I must be really annoying.
OH I DO WANT A CAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT.
And now another 4 weeks have passed.
I’m not coping well. I don’t want to talk about it. I shouldn’t be asked to do this. I am pitiful. I’m hindering the happiness of someone I love.
I can’t deal with it. There is no other fucking choice.
So I’m sitting by my lonesome in Victoria Square, munching on a very reasonably Brummie-priced panini, when this wedding entourage emerged laughing and champagne popping from city hall.
It’s an interracial marriage! This is Birmingham, where interracial couples - whilst not extinct - are not that common! Not only that, it’s a wedding between a Sikh man, sporting a flaming red turban, with a Chinese woman in matching qipao. Unlike Mantis and I, whose colour pairing is so stereotypical it borders on cringeworthy, this is an exceedingly rare combination. Their families are also dressed in cultural gear. Saris and tunics on the left, shiny Chinese dresses on the right. A beautiful display of two very proud and rich cultures, joining together in the most personal way.
It’s probably quite sad and actually offensive I’m so amazed by this. But as I’m bored off my mind waiting for the train, this has cheered me up massively =)
The last few months have seen a fundamental shift in the way I think about the above.
One, a personal experience of a friend who confided in me, that I won’t repeat on here. The other, a quote from the movie Her which I watched early this year: “We are only here briefly. And while we’re here, I want to allow myself joy.”
The combination has somehow rerouted my brain to an outcome which is conveniently more socially acceptable. I did not go seeking for this change. It was not a conscious decision, there was no epiphany moment. I only realised the gradual shift a few weeks ago.
It sounds very little, but in fact for me the change is enormous. Years of what most would perceive as unhealthy, twisted rationality unravelled with two small prompts. Change one little caveat, one small assumption, and the logical deductions that follow flips the coin entirely.
This direction of thinking takes more bravery, more strength to keep believing . However so far I’ve also found it very calming. I am less angry, less resentful, less prone to emotional breakdowns. It’s a step towards accepting my life as it is, from a different viewpoint.
I am only here briefly. I have only this one life. And I am willing to be brave and strive for happiness, any amount of happiness, with the limited time I have in this world.