sigh

Perfectest wedding vow. Ever.

my god

So I was approached by some Christian missionary dude. Maybe he thinks I need some God in my Godless life but most likely he must have been really that desperate to approach a Godless One as me. He did have a new approach though: he presented the God of that Holy Trinity — the Father, the Son, and the paraclete as the God the Mother for did the Holy Bible not say that God said, "Let us make man in our image, in our likeness, ...' So God created man in his own image, in the image of God he created him; male and female he created them" (Genesis 1:26-27). Is it also not said, in the Old Testament in hebrew, that God is Elohim, or Gods.

All I see in Elohim is a big 'Hello Him'. It's a refreshing new trick these missionary types are doing: gender-typing their messages; probably the females will get the God the Father message although personally I prefer that too. God can be a frickin unicorn, I wouldn't be blerdy interested [only slightly].

I do have an issue with the Church though; the House of God wallows in abject luxury while the People of God get to indulge in the glow of poverty. Good one there.

So I just wanted to move on politely and not hurt anyone's feelings so I nicely told the guy I believed in Science and that blerdy nutmeg have the cheek to say 'do you noe that alot of scientists are now turning to God?'. No I did not know that, and I don't really care.

I know maybe in religion, you believe whatever your pastor/priest/church/monk/PAP MP tells you. Believing whatever a scientist says is not Science just because a supposed person of Science is involved. Believing what anyone tells you after evaluation of what has been said: that is Science. Science is really the religion of experiencing something and then expanding this experience to possibly probably stand for something else. Alot of people hold Science strictly to the empirical senses but I give myself more leeway, as long as it's an experience, emprical or otherworldly, discrete or intangible, then it's an experience and I'm gonna believe in it probably-ly until the next best experience/evidence comes along. In short, the only way I'd believe in God is a cold day in Hell and I'm there without my winter wear or God is screaming at my face and hurling megawattic thunderbolts of doom or LKY and his clan drop dead suddenly. [God, if you're listening, personally I prefer the third one.]

gotta be somebody - nickelback

So true [to me, at least].

noise

world of pain

This is the life.

I have a paper at 10 and I am at the gym now doing some general chest
work.

It's abit weird. I'm walking around the gym carrying a thick stack of
notes and alternating between reading them and the weights but it's
not too bad cuz there's only 3 other ppl at the moment: one guy who's
jus loitering around and one auntie with her personal trainer.

Was at the gym yesterday too, for combat and another class called
sculpt abs. Sculpt abs ytd was a whole new world of pain: in the first
14 minutes of warm up, I sweated more than I did for the preceding hr
of combat. The class is called sculpt abs but you only actually do the
abs in the last 15 mins. The rest of the time is spent moving all your
body parts at once. With weights. On a board.

Recently my gym was bought over by another not so reputable place and
already you can see the beginnings of a class action suit. They are
turning all the floor in all the branches to a hideous purple, their
corporate colour apparently. There's less machines, and more people.
They upped their membership consultants to 800%; I already am a member
and I was approached twice, once when I was leaving the gym. Duhz.

The gym used to be my happy place, this place I can go to and leave
all my free radical thoughts and issues at the door. And I hope it
stays this way.

work ethic

Ok, am typing this on the iPhone so you will forgive the typos and the
general prissiness.

Today's the second day since I was kinda sacked and I am still kinda
pissed. General summary: tendered at the start of last mth, the
director spoke to us a week later and promised a whole slew of changes
to better help our clients, none of them happened in the days to come
and maybe I got kinda exceedingly rambunctious about it, on Thursday I
was informed they would be honoring the letter, making my last day
Friday. Effectively I was blind sided and told it's for the best.
Technically it wasn't a sack: I'm told it's a 'small industry' and my
career is still fledgling. I'd rather they sack me though, at least
I'd get some compensation and my conscience is clear; small industry
or not, a black mark by this org counts for nothing. They had the gall
to ask if I wanted a testimonial. Any number of my clients would be
glad to write a testimonial for me(if they were literate) and I could
not be more honored. Clients are always the most important not because
of awards or recgonition but because you have chosen to be in this
industry, that's the least you can do. And this is not something I can
say about the org.

I am rising above. On Monday I stayed the whole day to finish some
paperwork, which couldn't be finished in such short notice despite
snide comments from the manager like 'have I found a job yet?'(I dun
have any brothers who run any coy so no) and we're all fated to get
together( yeah very tragic karma at work) and so forth. And despite
asking if I would come back to visit, I learnt there are explicit
instructions diseminated to my ex colleagues that I have no right to
be in the office. I am rising above.