Asap Quotes

ASAP. Whatever that means. It must mean, 'Act swiftly awesome pacyderm!

Kita kadang merasa lebih benar, lebih baik, lebih tinggi, dan lebih suci dibanding mereka yang kita nasehati. Hanya mengingatkan kembali kepada diri ini: jika kau merasa besar, periksa hatimu. Mungkin ia sedang bengkak. Jika kau merasa suci, periksa jiwamu. Mungkin itu putihnya nanah dari luka nurani. Jika kau merasa tinggi, periksa batinmu. Mungkin ia sedang melayang kehilangan pajakan. Jika kau merasa wangi, priksa ikhlasmu, mungkin itu asap dari amal shalihmu YANG HANGUS DIBAKAR RIYA'.

Secangkir kopi yang dengan tenang menunggu kau minum itu tidak pernah mengusut kenapa kau bisa membedakan aromanya dari asap yang setiap hari kau hirup ketika berangkat dan pulang kerja di kota yang semakin tidak bisa mengerti kenapa mesti ada secangkir kopi yang tersedia di atas meja setiap pagi

Sam's phone buzzed. She fished it out of her pocket, checked the screen, and cursed. "I have to go." "You just got here." "Valkyrie business. Possible code three-eight-one: heroic death in progress." "You're making that up." "I'm not." "So...what, somebody thinks they're about to die and they text you 'Going down! Need Valkyrie ASAP!' followed by a bunch of sad-face emojis?

So," I said climbing to my feet and changing the subject ASAP, "I had a dream last night someone tried to burn me alive, and I'm not entirely sure it was a dream." Devon stiffened. Chase's pupils pulsed. Subject successfully changed. "Now who's ready to eat?

Dia, yang tidak pernah kamu mengerti. Dia, racun yang membunuhmu perlahan. Dia, yang kamu reka dan kamu cipta. Sebelah darimu menginginkan agar dia datang, membencimu hingga muak dia mendekati gila, menertawakan segala kebodohannya, kehilafan untuk sampai jatuh hati kepadamu, menyesalkan magis yang hadir naluriah setiap kalian berjumpa. Akan kamu kirimkan lagi tiket bioskop, bon restoran, semua tulisannya --dari mulai nota sebaris sampai doa berbait-bait. Dan beceklah pipi-nya karena geli, karena asap dan abu dari benda-benda yang dia hanguskan--bukti bahwa kalian pernah saling tergila-gila--beterbangan masuk ke matanya. Semoga dia pergi dan tak pernah menoleh lagi. Hidupmu, hidupnya, pasti akan lebih mudah.

A what? (Fang) Badass demon with a superiority complex who picks his teeth with bones of infants. Let’s just keep it simple and say he’s a demon I want out of the human realm. ASAP. (Thorn)

-I will bathe in vinegar, down some raw eggs, and start looking for a wasp nest ASAP to put on my head. -I do not understand this. -To reverse the leanings of the heart. Ancient family wisdom. -Ah. Very good. In my family, we just suffer.

R u ration yet?" "What language is that?" "R U AWAKE" "Much to my extreme dismay. The sun is no friend to my fragile complexion." "Poor baby. Come to my room asap." "It's too early to proposition me, Ellie." "GET OVER HERE?" "So frisky. Give me a minute to get some clothes on. Or should I not...?

I had to get by the flower beds he's planted, the flowers in vases, candles, the potpourri in the powder room—" "Mother of God! Potpourri in the powder room. We need to get a posse together ASAP, go get him. He can be deprogrammed. Don't lose hope.

Good lord. Building stone patios, chopping wood, and walking everywhere was a workout video he needed to put on the market. ASAP.

The question is”—his eyes locked with hers—“when are you taking me to go get some of these magical E.L. Fudge thingies? Because they’re officially a need, Foster. I neeeeeeeeeeeed tiny elf-shaped cookies in my life. I can’t believe you’ve never brought me any before! In fact, I kinda feel like that’s a betrayal of our friendship!” The question was so unexpected that Sophie couldn’t stop the loud snort-laugh from bursting out, which of course was followed by a fit of embarrassed giggles. “You’re not laughing your way out of this one either, Miss F!” Keefe warned her. “I expect another cookie delivery ASAP

Too often we pray ASAP prayers — as soon as possible. We need to start praying ALAT prayers — as long as it takes.

*If you find your pet trying to mind control you, please seek help ASAP.

But I want a pic of his face ASAP.” “Can’t do that.” “Why not?” “Because if he takes off his helmet, he’ll die.

Ah, but those horrid initialisms, naysayers cry—“LOL” and “OMG”—surely a mark of modern laziness, moral decline, and the end of Good English as we know it! Never mind that these naysayers use plenty of initialisms themselves—please RSVP ASAP and BYOB. Or that “OMG” goes back to 1917, when it was first used in a letter to Winston Churchill. What now? Shall we blame the decline of English on typewriters?

didn’t waste a second thinking about why I’d passed out. In a crisis, the “why” is irrelevant. I needed to accept where I found myself and prioritize what mattered right that minute, which was getting back on the ground ASAP.

Hanya mengingatkan kembali kepada diri ini : Jika kau merasa besar, periksa hatimu. Mungkin ia sedang bengkak Jika kau merasa suci, periksa jiwamu. Mungkin itu putihnya nanah dari luka nurani Jika kau merasa tinggi, periksa batinmu. Mungkin ia sedang melayang kehilangan pijakan Jika kau merasa wangi, periksa ikhlasmu, mungkin itu asap dari amal shalihmu yang hangus dibakar riya'. Ya Allah, dalam dekapan ukhuwah kami memohon lisan yang shiddiq dan hati yang tulus.

Susan was already rehearsing excuses in case she was caught: I just got my period and I was looking for a tissue to stuff in my underpants. Men didn't question menstruation stories. Ever. You could probably get into the White House if you said you needed a tampon ASAP.

Kalau aku boleh meminta, aku ingin melupa semuanya dan membiarkannya berlalu bersama asap ini. Sejenak, aku ingin tenang. Aku menang.

When Life teaches you a lesson, write it down and use it ASAP. Many destinies have failed because of lack of attention to important details.

If you’re hurt, get a closure asap. Once pus collects in the wound, scratching it gives more pleasure than healing it.

And you and Kent need to sort out your drama ASAP.

There is one word I can’t stand and it’s ASAP and that’s not even a word.

As Tuck reverses out of the driveway, my gaze rests on Garrett’s black Jeep, all shiny in its parking space while its owner spends the night with the coolest girl on the planet and— And enough. This obsession with Hannah Wells is really starting to mess with my head. I need to get laid. ASAP. Tucker is noticeably quiet during the drive to Omega Phi. He might also be frowning, but it’s hard to tell considering someone shaved off all of Hugh Jackman’s body hair and pasted it on Tuck’s face.

I pee day and night, and am constantly in a state of, Oh my gods I need to go, or I’m gonna wet my pants. It’s all very hectic. It really keeps the guys on their toes, too. The moment we get somewhere, they’re in a panic, making sure they find a toilet ASAP. I would laugh…except that would probably make me pee.

The right wing of the Republican party-- which controlled the White House from 1980 to 1992, crucial years in the evolution of motherhood--hated the women's movement and believed all women, with the possible exception of Phyllis Schlafly, should remain in the kitchen on their knees polishing their husband's shoes and golf clubs while teaching their kids that Darwin was a very bad man. Unless the mothers were poor and black--those moms had to get back to work ASAP, because by staying home they were wrecking the country.

Casa Hatüey was named Hatüey because in Times Past it supposedly had been owned by a descendant of the priest who tried to baptize Hatüey right before the Spaniards burned him at the stake. (What Hatüey said on that pyre is a legend in itself: Are there white people in Heaven? Then I'd rather go to Hell.) History, however, has not been kind to Hatüey. Unless somethings changes ASAP he will go out like his camarada Crazy Horse. Coffled to a beer, in a country not his own.

Aku ingin menjadi asap, melebur bersama udara lalu lenyap tanpa bekas dan terhirup oleh mu hingga ku menetap didalam jantungmu ♥

Come on, I tried to be all nice, sensitive boyfriend and watch this crap with you but this is pure torture. It is seriously emasculating. I need to make amends here, ASAP.

Di atas pelupuh humatita orang damai dalam tidurnya, suami-istri berpelukan, anak-anak berserak tanpa baju tanpa celana. Hanya asap dan asap selimut mereka.

First my copy was sent back to me with a note: "Please call ASAP regarding portrayal of Cossacks as primitive monsters." It turned out that my copy was lacking in cultural sensitivity toward Cossacks. I tried to explain that, far from calling Cossacks primitive monsters, I was merely suggesting that others had considered Cossacks to be primitive monsters. The coordinator, however, said that this was my mistake: others didn't consider Cossacks to be primitive monsters; in fact, "Cossacks have a rather romantic image." I considered quoting to her the entry for Cossack in Flaubert's Dictionary of Received ideas: "Eats tallow candles"; but then the burden of proof would still be on me to show that tallow candles are a primitive form of nourishment. Instead I adopted the line that the likelihood of any Cossacks actually attending the exhibit was very slim. But the editor said this wasn't the point, "and anyway you never know in California.

He once saw me naked at a pool party when we were eighteen and begged me—fucking begged me, to put my clothes back on. ASAP. So, yeah. He’s not attracted to me either. Can you promise not to make any accusations about the two of us now?

If your interest rate is... Less than 3%, pay it off slowly and route the money to your investments instead. Between 3-5%, do whatever feels most comfortable: Either put the money to debt payment or investments. More than 5%, pay it off ASAP.

I will bathe in vinegar, down some raw eggs, and start looking for a wasp nest ASAP to put on my head." "I do not understand this," he says. "To reverse the leanings of the heart. Ancient family wisdom." He laughs. "Ah. Very good. In my family, we just suffer.

Bagi yang sayang dan menyokong, sumbangan biasa dan sederhana tokoh tersebut akan ditiup ke langit; kelemahan sebesar gunung akan cuba ditutup walau dengan sehelai benang. Bagi yang benci dan menentang tokoh berkenaan pula, sumbangan sebesar gunung akan cuba ditutup, dan kekurangannya - sebagai manusia biasa - akan diperbesarkan; kedua-dua kejahatan ini biasanya dilaksanakan dengan meniup kepolan asap-asap fitnah tentang diri dan keluarga tokoh berkenaan, dan dengan memberikan tempat kepada suara-suara yang berlawanan dengan suara tokoh tersebut.

Günahkarların önde gideniysem eğer, acı çekenlerin de en başında geldiğimi bil. İçinde yaşadığımız dünyanın, bu denli asap bozucu acılar ve cefalarla dolu bir yer olduğunu hayal bile edemezdim ve senin, kaderimi bir parça da olsa değiştirmek için yapabileceğin tek bir şey var Utterson; o da sessizliğime saygı göstermek.

So I went to history, where I paid a little attention,French, where I paid none, and then to art. I convinced Ms. Evers that I (a) would benefit from outside time, and (b) should be excused from all further classes because I was running out of time at the archive and I needed to be there ASAP. I have no idea if she believed me. She wrote me a note anyway.

Do you mean it?" he asks softly. His fingers around my wrist tighten infinitesimally. "I mean it," I say. "With my heart, with my body, with my soul.

I didn't want to chase you," he says, and I wince. Did he finally realize I'm not worth chasing? "I wanted to run with you.

...Ibuku rajin meronce air mata. Kemudian ronce itu dimasukkan ke dalam kantung kain kafan. Setiap purnama dia membacakan mantra. Sebutir air mata menetes di ubun-ubunku lalu hilang dilarung asap dupa ke Tukad Cebol. Negeriku tercipta dari air mata ibu yang penuh luka sayatan. Luka ibu akan sembuh bila memandang anak lelakinya tumbuh menghijau seperti pohon pisang di dekat dapur....

Set Your Intentions the Night Before. This is the most important step. Remember: your first thought in the morning is usually the last thought you had before bed, so take responsibility for creating genuine excitement for the next morning, every night before bed. Keep Your Alarm Clock Across the Room. Remember: movement creates energy! Brush Your Teeth. Use Listerine® for extra umph! Drink a Full Glass of Water. Hydrate yourself, ASAP. Dress in Your Workout Clothes. Earn your A.M.

Set Your Intentions the Night Before. This is the most important step. Remember: your first thought in the morning is usually the last thought you had before bed, so take responsibility for creating genuine excitement for the next morning, every night before bed. Keep Your Alarm Clock Across the Room. Remember: movement creates energy! Brush Your Teeth. Use Listerine® for extra umph! Drink a Full Glass of Water. Hydrate yourself, ASAP. Dress in Your Workout Clothes. Earn your A.M. shower!

He paused in the hallway, sniffing the air. He scowled, sniffed some more. He pressed an intercom button on the wall. "Betty, I distinctly smell sewage. Could you get a plumber out here ASAP?" Several curly hairs fluttered in the air after he was gone. I clutched at the arm of the dentist chair. "This isn't a joke, Tub! I'm in trouble. We're all in trouble, the whole town, the whole world! You have no clue. You have no idea what kind of things we're dealing with here. There's a whole land of --

Practice courage and reach out! We have to own our story and share it with someone who has earned the right to hear it, someone whom we can count on to respond with compassion. We need courage, compassion, and connection. ASAP. Shame hates it when we reach out and tell our story. It hates having words wrapped around it—it can’t survive being shared. Shame loves secrecy. The most dangerous thing to do after a shaming experience is hide or bury our story. When we bury our story, the shame metastasizes.

Set Your Intentions the Night Before. This is the most important step. Remember:  your first thought in the morning is usually the last thought you had before bed, so take responsibility for creating genuine excitement for the next morning, every night before bed. 2.  Keep Your Alarm Clock Across the Room. Remember:  Movement creates energy! 3.  Brush Your Teeth. Use an antiseptic mouthwash to add extra umph! 4.  Drink a Full Glass of Water. Hydrate yourself, ASAP! 5.  Get Dressed. Or jump in the shower.

Here’s a quick review of the 5-Step Snooze-Proof Wake Up Strategy to make it significantly easier to wake up and stay awake: Set Your Intentions the Night Before. This is the most important step. Remember: your first thought in the morning is usually the last thought you had before bed, so take responsibility for creating genuine excitement for the next morning, every night before bed. Keep Your Alarm Clock Across the Room. Remember: movement creates energy! Brush Your Teeth. Use Listerine® for extra umph! Drink a Full Glass of Water. Hydrate yourself, ASAP. Dress in Your Workout Clothes. Earn your A.M. shower!

It seems like it might go on for a while, so Tausolo takes a seat and looks around the sergeant's cubicle. There's not much to see, since the guy just arrived at the WTB, only a blank form tacked to a wall that looks like every other army form in the world. "Hurt Feelings Report," it is titled. "Whiner's name," it says under that. "Which ear were the words of hurtfulness spoken into?" it says under that. "Is there permanent feeling damage?" "Did you require a 'tissue' for tears?" "Has this resulted in a traumatic brain injury?" "Reason for filing this report," it says under that. "Mark all that apply." "I am a wimp." "I am a crybaby." "I want my mommy." "I was told that I am not a hero." "Narrative," it says under that. "Tell us in your own sissy words how your feelings were hurt." Finally at the bottom of the form: We, as the Army, take hurt feelings seriously. If you don't have someone who can give you a hug and make things all better, please let us know and we will promptly dispatch a "hugger" to you ASAP. In the event we are unable to find a "hugger" we will notify the fire department and request that they send fire personnel to your location. If you are in need of supplemental support, upon written request, we will make every reasonable effort to provide you with a "blankey," a "binky" and/or a bottle if you so desire.

When Grandpa learned I was leaving for America to study, he wrote me a goodbye note. “You rotten capitalist pig,” the note read, “have a safe flight. Love, Grandpa.” It was written on a creased red ballot from the 1991 elections, which was a cornerstone in Grandpa’s Communist ballot collection, and it bore the signatures of everybody in the village of Leningrad. I was touched to receive such an honor, so I sat down, took out a one-dollar bill, and wrote Grandpa the following reply: “You communist dupe, thanks for the letter. I’m leaving tomorrow, and when I get there I’ll try to marry an American woman ASAP. I’ll be sure to have lots of American children. Love, your grandson.” *

OK, but what do I do about the debt I have? While the mantra here is “avoid debt at all costs,” if you already have it, it is worth considering if paying it off ahead of schedule is the best use of your capital. In today’s environment, here’s my rough guideline: If your interest rate is... Less than 3%, pay it off slowly and route the money to your investments instead. Between 3-5%, do whatever feels most comfortable: Either put the money to debt payment or investments. More than 5%, pay it off ASAP. But this is just looking at the numbers. There is a lot to be said for focusing on just getting it out of your life and moving on. Especially if keeping your debt under control has been a problem for you.

And you and Kent need to sort out your drama ASAP,” he adds, just as Sonya and Sara walk back into the room. “I don’t have the time, the energy, or the interest to deal with your problems. I like to mess with you from time to time because, well, let’s face it”—he shrugs—“the world is going to hell out there and I suppose if I’m going to be shot dead before I’m twenty-five, I’d at least like to remember what it’s like to laugh before I do. But that does not make me your clown or your babysitter. At the end of the day I do not give two shits about whether or not you and Kent are going steady. We have a million things to take care of down here, and less than none of them involve your love life.” A pause. “Is that clear?

I got what I wanted, I guess. I’m here, in this home that I worked so hard to insulate from the problems of the world, our happy little bubble. The girls have their father every night. Adam has a newfound respect for me, the New Rachel, for the glittering, sharp edge that’s emerged like a razor in the grass. When I think about my old self, I feel pity and yearning at the same time. Poor Old Rachel, the sweet, naive idiot. And lucky Old Rachel, so completely happy. There’s one niggling thought I can’t shake, one that keeps me awake at night. What would I tell my daughters if they came to me with the news that their husband had a mistress? That he told her, my precious daughter, that sex with the other woman was amazing? Stay and work things out. Oh, and get that STD panel ASAP, darlings! But do stay. Take all that hurt and betrayal and just ball it up and swallow it. Want to bake cookies?

SUNYI menjelang tengah malam sehabis gerimis perempuan itu menelusuri lorong sunyi angin malam menemaninya di jalanan basah menyibak nakal rambutnya yang panjang menebar rasa dingin di sekujur tubuhnya ah, hanya angin yang menemani sunyinya ada warna-warni lampu jalan ada dentuman suara musik terdengar ada gelak tawa orang di pinggir jalan ada kepulan asap rokok menghangatkan malam tetapi dia dipeluk dan diperkosa sunyi tak kuasa meronta melepaskan diri tak ada yang tahu suara hatinya batinnya menangis! hidup ini tidak adil! kebenaran dibungkam! kezaliman meraja-lela! orang munafik bebas tertawa! apakah dewi keadilan berselingkuh dengan bandit jalanan? apakah dewi cinta berselingkuh dengan penjahat malam? jangan-jangan kebenaran itu hanya impian keadilan itu hanya utopia cinta hanya khayalan dengan mata terpejam dia bertanya mengapa keadilan selalu ada di jalan sunyi? (jakarta – 19/12/2015)

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Selalu ada cara lain untuk menafsirkan kebahagiaan," begitu katamu. Seperti mengisi kanvas yang kosong dengan kepenuhan imajinasi, dan membiarkan khayalan bergerak serupa gambar yang hidup di dalam pikiran. Seperti menemukan sebuah kata yang tepat untuk mengawali sebuah puisi. Selalu ada euforia serupa itu yang ingin kau ciptakan dari gairah dan riuh rendah suara bising yang terdengar di dalam benak semua orang. Sudah lama aku curiga, kau bisa menebak apa yang orang lain inginkan hanya dengan membaca gelagat dan ekspresi wajah mereka. Mencoba membuktikan, bahwa waktu tidak cuma menciptakan kekacauan dan kegaduhan. Ia bisa juga menghadirkan semacam kegembiraan walau mungkin semu. Seperti kisah tentang bunga mawar yang tumbuh di tepi jalan yang pernah aku ceritakan kepadamu. Tapi tak semua orang mau menerima realitas seperti itu. Mereka selalu menemukan cara untuk menilai orang lain dengan caranya sendiri. Kebanyakan orang terlalu sibuk dengan kerumitan pikiran yang hilir mudik setiap hari. Mereka tak menghiraukan hal lain selain kepuasan diri. Mereka tak pernah mau mengerti, bahwa kegembiraan kecil tidak selalu harus dimulai dari diri sendiri. Ini seperti melihat dunia dengan sebuah kaca pembesar. Dunia yang retak dan jauh dari kata sempurna. Dunia yang sering absurd dan kadang membingungkan. Tapi kita tidak punya hak untuk mencemooh orang lain dengan cara konyol seperti itu. Dunia yang kita kenal sudah terlampau sering membiarkan orang membuat penilaian lewat satu satunya pandangan dari apa yang ingin mereka percayai. Tak bisa membedakan api dari asap, panas, nyala dan cahaya yang dihasilkannya. Bukankah satu satunya hal yang bisa kita yakini di dunia yang centang perenang ini adalah sebuah kemustahilan? Akan tetapi, bagaimana kita bisa melihat dunia dengan kacamata ambiguitas? Ketika kita menyadari, bahwa realitas tak lebih dari sebuah fatamorgana. Dan ilusi, adalah kenyataan hidup kita sehari hari. Bagaimana kita bisa menyandarkan diri pada sebuah asumsi untuk mampu mencerna apa yang sesungguhnya tidak kita ketahui? Bagaimana kita bisa memastikan, apa yang tidak pernah kita pahami sebagai buah dari pohon pengetahuan? Bahwa kebaikan dan keburukan adalah hasrat yang terlahir dari rasa ingin tahu manusia. Hanya saja, pikiran kita ingin menelan semuanya sendirian. Kerakusan yang membuat manusia kerasukan oleh ego dan ambisi yang membutakan dirinya sendiri. Kerasukan yang pada akhirnya . menciptakan kerusakan. Apa yang bisa memenuhi diri kita dengan pengetahuan yang serba sedikit tentang makna kebenaran yang kita cari selama ini? Bagaimana kita mampu mengidentifikasi kebenaran yang tidak pernah kita kenal? Bukankah tuhan tak mungkin hadir dalam setitik keraguanmu? Apa yang tidak engkau pahami sebagai sebuah paradoks, tidak punya nilai apa pun dibanding dengan kegamangan dan kebodohan dirimu sendiri. Sementara kita masih saja jumawa, dengan kepala dipenuhi oleh hasrat dan juga kesombongan. Dan terus menerus melahirkan ilusi ilusi semu dari pikiran pikiran hampa yang hanya akan mengelabui manusia dengan kepalsuan sejarah. Sejarah yang diam diam kita rekayasa sendiri. Sejarah yang tidak pernah mengenal makna kesejatian. Sejarah yang mengubur peradaban manusia dengan semacam orgasme palsu, yang anehnya terlanjur kita dewa dewakan sebagai satu satunya kebenaran.

Bagi kami tiada hari kemarin, tiada hari besok. Hanya hari sekarang yang nikmat, yang penuh cahaya bahagia yang ada! Keindahan demikian banyak membuat kepala saya pusing, membuat saya takut! Aduh, alangkah hebatnya kekecewaan kelak, bila mimpi dan angan-angan kami sekarang hilang lenyap jadi asap belaka.

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Folks fall down all the time.. The key is to get back up ASAP

Conventional evolutionary theory assures us that all you scheming, gold-digging women reading this are evolved to trick a trusting yet boring guy into marrying you, only to then spray on a bunch of perfume and run down to the local singles club to try to get pregnant by some unshaven Neanderthal as soon as hubby falls asleep on the couch. How could you? But before male readers start feeling superior, remember that according to the same narrative, you evolved to woo and marry some innocent young beauty with empty promises of undying love, fake Rolex prominent on your wrist, get her pregnant ASAP, then start “working late” with as many secretaries as you can manage. Nothing to be proud of, mister.

You bet they did. Dellray was there. You should've seen him. He ordered every other case put on hold and said if metallurgy report wasn't in your hands ASAP there'd be one mean mother——you get the picture——reaming their——you get the rest of the picture.

You bet they did. Dellray was there. You should've seen him. He ordered every other case put on hold and said if metallurgy report wasn't in your hands ASAP there'd be one mean mother——you get the picture——reaming their——you get the rest of the picture.

Texas one-three, Texas one-three, this is Nemesis Four. Do you read me, over?” Kev replied immediately, “This is Texas one-three. I don’t know who the hell you are but we need assistance ASAP!” “Texas one-three, tell your forward troops to keep their heads down. We have close air support on-station in five minutes. Hang in there, the Pain Train is inbound. Nemesis Four out.” “What the hell?” yelled Kev. “Who the fuck is this Nemesis, Jimmy, and what the fuck is a pain train?

ASAP. Jessica and Babette are there already. You won’t like what’s happening.” “What’s happening?” “Meet me in front of his office immediately.” Adam slams the receiver against the base. I knew he would come along to speak up for me. Why would I even doubt him for a minute? He has a wife, Eve, and maybe in me he sees her, and how difficult it would be on her shall she were in my shoes and were summoned to Mr. Grunt’s office. This company is man made—read between the lines—and women are venerable against company’s bigwigs. What

I hope I have not upset you,” Mrs. Wattlesbrook said with an innocent smile. “I pride myself on matching each client with her perfect gentleman. But one cannot anticipate a woman’s every fancy, and so our talent pool runs deep. You understand?” “Very deep indeed.” Jane felt like a woman drowning, and she grasped for anything. And as it turned out, bald-faced lies are, temporarily anyway, impressively buoyant, so she said, “It will make the ending to my article all the more interesting.” “Your…your article?” Mrs. Wattlesbrook peered over her spectacles as if at a bug she would like to squash. “Mm-hm,” said Jane, lying extravagantly, outrageously, but also, she hoped, gracefully. “Surely you know I work for a magazine? The editor thought the story of my experience at Pembrook Park would be the perfect way to launch my move from graphic design to staff writer.” She had no intention of becoming a staff writer, and in fact the artist bug was raging through her blood now more than ever, but she just had to give Mrs. Wattlesbrook a good jab before departure. She was smarting enough to crave the reprieve that comes from fighting back. Mrs. Wattlesbrook twitched. That was satisfying. “And I’m sure you realize that since I’m a member of the press,” Jane said, “the confidentiality agreement you made me sign doesn’t apply.” Mrs. Wattlesbrook’s right eyebrow spasmed. Jane guessed that behind it ran her barrister’s phone number, which she would dial ASAP. Jane, of course, had been lying again. And wasn’t it fun! Mrs. Wattlesbrook appeared to be trying to moisten her mouth and failing. “I did not know…I would have…” “But you didn’t. The cell phone scandal, the dirty trick with Martin…You assumed that I was no one of influence. I guess I’m not. But my magazine has a circulation of over six hundred thousand. I wonder how many of those readers are in your preferred tax bracket? And I’m afraid my article won’t be glowing.” Jane curtsied in her jeans and turned to leave. “Oh, and, Mrs. Wattlesbrook?” “Yes, Jane, my dear?” the proprietress responded with a shaky, fawning voice. “What is Mr. Nobley’s first name?” Mrs. Wattlesbrook stared at her, blinkless. “It’s J…Jonathon.” Jane wagged her finger. “Nice try.

The greatest gift of having done this work (the research and the personal work) is that I can recognize shame when it’s happening. First, I know my physical symptoms of shame—the dry mouth, time slowing down, tunnel vision, hot face, racing heart. I know that playing the painful slow-motion reel over and over in my head is a warning sign. I also know that the very best thing to do when this is happening feels totally counterintuitive: Practice courage and reach out! We have to own our story and share it with someone who has earned the right to hear it, someone whom we can count on to respond with compassion. We need courage, compassion, and connection. ASAP. Shame

After being in a coma for six weeks, Mia knew she needed to reevaluate her life. She needed to make sure she was making the right choice by staying with Tony because she wasn’t feeling him acting like a bitch so she needed him to get it together A.S.A.P.    

He had to get the fuck out of Atlanta ASAP. And he was taking Keisha with him whether she knew it or not.

Anyone this completely clueless did not deserve another day of using up oxygen that I might want someday. It was a clear civic duty to yank this idiot out of existence ASAP, before he had a chance to contaminate the gene pool.

I was now realizing that Tiana was yet another victim of Simone’s games. I felt terrible for accusing her of such a thing and planned to do whatever I could to make it right ASAP.

Without I doubt, I knew that I had to kill Johnny and Santino ASAP.

Asap Rocky’s “Fucking Problem

It turns out, the morning is actually one of the worst times of the day to drink coffee, according to YouTube science channel ASAP Science. The reason? The high levels of cortisol in our bodies early in the morning. You see, consuming caffeine when cortisol levels are high creates two problems. One is that caffeine interferes with the body’s production of cortisol, a hormone that’s released in response to stress and low blood glucose. The body ends up producing less cortisol, and relying more on caffeine to compensate. The other effect of drinking coffee in the morning is well-known to habitual morning drinkers: It increases the person’s tolerance to caffeine because it replaces the natural cortisol-induced boost instead of adding to it. Bear in mind that cortisol levels are high at three times of the day, not just early in the morning, according to a 2009 study. So the best times to drink coffee — or caffeine in general — is between 10 a.m. and noon, and between 2 p.m. and 5 p.m.

Today’s pubic hair removal may indicate something similar: we have opened our most intimate parts to unprecedented scrutiny, evaluation, commodification. Largely as a result of the Brazilian trend, cosmetic labiaplasty, the clipping of the folds of skin surrounding the vulva, has skyrocketed: while still well behind nose and boob jobs, according to the American Society of Aesthetic Plastic Surgeons (ASAPS), there was a 44 percent rise in the procedure between 2012 and 2013—and a 64 percent jump the previous year. Labiaplasty is almost never related to sexual function or pleasure; it can actually impede both. Never mind: Dr. Michael Edwards, the ASAPS president in 2013, hailed the uptick as part of “an ever-evolving concept of beauty and self-confidence.” The most sought-after look, incidentally, is called—are you ready?—the Barbie: a “‘ clamshell’-type effect in which the outer labia appear fused, with no labia minora protruding.” I trust I don’t need to remind the reader that Barbie is (a) made of plastic and (b) has no vagina.

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Soon after the American left, things changed. The government, desperate for tax dollars, levied a series of boating, gaming, and license fees: To continue fishing, the Mexican must pay $400 for a fishing license, a $200 environmental fee, a $350 game endorsement, and $1,800 in mooring fees. If he doesn’t pay ASAP, the Mexican will be barred from fishing. Unfortunately, after paying all the fees, the Mexican has little money left to insure and license his boat. Unable to legally operate at his favorite coastal town, the Mexican fisherman drives three hours south to another town, where the quality of the fish is poor. The long drive takes its toll on the Mexican’s car, where it ultimately breaks down. In order to fix his car, he needs $200 for a water pump and $400 for a radiator. This is after he pays $600 to get his car towed back to his village. But this story is about to get worse. When the Mexican fails to pay the mooring fees to the harbor master, he loses his boat. The Mexican fisherman who spent most of his days in a state of unpreparedness and merriment—strumming around with his friends, sipping wine—is now unable to support his family. His wife divorces him. The Mexican now sings a different tune with his amigos … something along the lines of “Money can buy happiness.

When I’m trying to hail that cab—and trying to keep the (less worthy!) person next to me from hailing it—I’m “owning” my desire to get in a cab ASAP and get to the next stop on my uniquely important itinerary. If I let go of that feeling and cease to identify with it—in other words, take a step toward the interior version of the not-self experience—I’m rejecting natural selection’s insistence that I consider myself special. Take that, natural selection!

Agile is to continue delivering, with quality; ASAP and AEAP; as soon as possible; as easily as possible.

Aku adalah bunga di pinggir jalan, berbalut asap knalpot, dilindas mobil, diinjak pejalan kaki, hitam, dekil, tidak berharga. Sampai ketika engkau memindahkanku ke pot yang indah, bermandikan air cucian beras, tanah yang subur, dan senyumanmu saat sedang memberiku pupuk.

Hey Harper, where were you last night?” I turned to see him sitting on the kitchen counter, coffee mug in hand. My heart dropped when I looked into his gray eyes. I wanted to curl up in his arms and take back the last five months. “Uh, thought it’d be a little awkward considering.” I waved a hand over my stomach. “Oh, yeah.” His eyes stayed glued to my small round belly, “Yeah, I guess. How is that going?” “It’s good.” I said softly, watching his face carefully while I said the next words, “It’s going to be a boy.” One of the days when we were in Arizona for Christmas, I had been in the kitchen with his mom cooking barefoot. Brandon started teasing that all I needed now was to be pregnant, and it would be a perfect picture. I had thrown an oven mitt at him, which he dodged and brought back over to me, wrapping his arms around me and kissing my neck. He promised he’d been joking but said whenever we did have kids, he wanted a boy to name him after his dad. I hadn’t been ready to talk about marriage with him at that point, but in the joyful mood of that day I had laughed and promised to pop out a boy for him ASAP. Even through the laughing, he got a wide smile and his eyes sparkled. My heart squeezed at that memory. He blew out heavily and closed his eyes, probably remembering that day too. “That’s uh, that’s great Harper. I’m happy for you.” My

Syn cursed again. “Does Caillen know his sister’s coming after us?” “I doubt it. But it doesn’t matter. I need you to get information about the two of them and where they’re living. ASAP. As much money as Zamir’s offered, and after I terminated Arast, Aksel’s not going to stop until my brains are in his trophy jar.” “Yeah, no kidding. I’ll be there shortly.” Nykyrian tossed the link away and reread the contract. It made all the other offers on his life look like jokes. Zamir had given his enemies full immunity from any prosecution, which meant they could forget League rules and come after him unbarred. That was all Aksel needed. Now Kiara was in more danger than ever before. Her father had to have the IQ of a half-formed zygote to do something this stupid. How the hell did someone so fucking dumb run a government

I’ve been lumbered with this great lug of dog through a friend of a friend for a couple of months and he has some ...behavioural problems I need to manage ASAP.” “Really?” Her gaze switched to Tiny who wagged his tail looking completely angelic. Ryder could have sworn the damn mutt was smiling. “Look at you, you gorgeous boy,” she crooned, unlatching a section of the counter, lifting it up and ducking through it to join him on the other side. Tiny wagged his tail harder as Juliet approached, one hand held out in friendly greeting. Tiny, whose head came to her breasts, took full advantage, nosing her right in the cleavage as the woman slid her hands on either side of his face and cooed at him. “You are adorable, aren’t you?” Tiny licked, actually licked, her cleavage then shot a shit eating grin in Ryder’s direction. If the dog had eyebrows, one of them would be arrogantly cocked. Ryder blinked. The damn animal had more game than him. “Are you sure?” She leaned forward to drop some kisses between Tiny’s eyes, pushing his snout even further into the cushioned heaven between her breasts. “He seems very placid.” Tiny’s gave an ecstatic little shiver, his tail a blur as it dusted the floor. “Trust me. He’s the antichrist.” “Oh I don’t believe that,” she said to Tiny, her voice light and teasing, her mouth a cute little moue. “Look how sweet and well behaved he is. Good boy.” She kissed him again. “Good boy.” Ryder would be sweet and well behaved if Juliet called him a good boy while cradling his head between her breasts. Hell, he’d roll over and play dead if she wanted.

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When would you like to move in?”: If your applicant answered “today” or “ASAP,” be very careful during your screening process. A tenant wanting to move quickly could mean a few things: 1) They are being evicted, 2) their landlord asked them to leave, 3) they do not plan ahead, 4) they are not currently renters (everyone needs a place to live… where are they currently living and why?), or 5) a variety of other reasons that don’t bode well for you.

Approaching Existing Investors If you ever need to raise more money, there’s no better audience than your existing investors! I find that the best way to reach out is with a super short email blast. For example: “Dear Backers, [2-3 sentences on what you just accomplished, extremely excited] We’ve also got a very exciting opportunity. Based on our milestones, we are gearing up for a serious product launch and will raise another $1M at a special-priced note to accelerate a few components. If you’ve wanted to get more deeply invested, now is the time. I imagine this being accounted for very quickly, so please ping me ASAP!” You might want to send a couple of “momentum” emails leading up to this message so that they’re already excited by the time they get the email from you.

We need courage, compassion, and connection. ASAP.

signal, etc to stop what we consider to be politically motivated actions.” Hunter replied: “Vadim—I am with Devon in Doha. We will have a discussion with the [lawyers] Boies Schiller team ASAP.” Boies is the New York–based law firm that paid Hunter $216,000 a year as “of counsel,” and whose

want to have the NCOs start on their parade ASAP so we can see about rescuing some Jarheads before they go more feral than normal.

Because I’m enclosing a fourth sample. I’d like you to compare its DNA to the others.” “ASAP, of course.” “It’s about the Arif case.” Despite his effort to control it, David’s voice thickened. “All I can tell you is that this could help me save a life. But it’s Friday, so at least you’ve got the weekend.” When David got off the call, he stared at his darkened window, motionless. Then he took the scissors from his desk drawer, and cut off a lock of his own hair.

Karma itu seperti asap, Ya. Dia selalu ada di udara, walaupun tidak terlihat. Ketika waktunya tiba, dia akan datang untuk menagih pertanggungjawaban

Watch… Personally, I think kids are just scared of getting detention. I don’t know how to change that, though. Being part of a full-on food fight at school has slowly become the number one item on my bucket list because I know it won’t happen, never in a million, billion years. Anyways, Gabe just kept rattling off suggestions, one after another, and it wouldn’t have been so bad if he wasn’t stuck on one idea the whole time… It was starting to get annoying. But I felt bad for him because he was CLEARLY just trying to make new friends at a new school, and that’s NEVER easy. I was the new kid at the beginning of the year, so I can tell you from personal experience – it’s not the best time ever. I tried to be patient, I seriously did, but after Gabe’s one millionth snowball idea, I realized I was running outta time to film my food review! Lunch was almost over, and I needed to start recording ASAP as possible! So, I came up with a pretty clever way to make Gabe stop with his snowball ideas. See, I thought I could CANCEL OUT his prank ideas altogether… with an ANTI-prank idea. Gabe wasn’t into it. Honestly? I have no idea WHY I thought that would work, I just thought it would… but it didn’t. So, I went all old-school on him and just told him straight-up to leave. But NICELY, obvi. And just like that, Gabe disappeared from my life just as quickly as he came. We all know evil scientists use middle school cafeterias as a place to destroy the evidence of their failed biological experimentations, but we’ve never seen proof… Until now. I’m Davy Spencer, and

When I got back from lunch, my boss told me that I shouldn’t do that anymore. “Cool it,” he said, instructing me to just sit in my cube and await instructions. It’s possible that you have a boss like this. If so, I can recommend two things: 1. Ignore this book (for now). 2. Start looking for a new gig, ASAP. (There’s a third plan, one that I’ll describe here but that you shouldn’t take seriously unless you’re impatient, bold, and determined to make a difference: ignore your boss and keep starting things. It works out in the end.)

Sebenarnya nafsu manusia itu seperti api yang menyala. Ketika manusia itu mati dalam keadaan nafsu yang menyala, maka ia pun ikut mati namun membuahkan asap yang kekal selamanya.

Seberapapun banyaknya kamu memotong Apel hingga menjadi bagian terkecil, ia tidak akan pernah hilang melainkan tak terlihat dan kembali seperti ruang kosong. Bukankah lebih cepat jika kamu membakarnya? Lalu, apakah kamu menyangka asap itu hilang?

Almost all of the USFL veterans interviewed for this book considered the Donald Trump of the mid-1980s and the Donald Trump of 2017 to be eerily familiar. Thirty-three years after insisting his fellow owners would pay for Doug Flutie, he was insisting Mexico would pay for a border wall. Thirty-three years after being accused of cozying up to Pete Rozelle, he was being accused of cozying up to Vladimir Putin. Thirty-three years after Roy Cohn and Harvey Myerson, his chief advisers were the equally controversial Steve Bannon and Stephen Miller. Thirty-three years after insisting the USFL needed to move to fall ASAP (then lacking a concrete plan for implementation), he was insisting America needed a ban on immigration ASAP (then lacking a concrete plan for implementation).

In the past, a guy would be thinking, Oh, shit, I gotta have kids to work on my farm. I need four-year-old kids performing manual labor ASAP. And I need a woman who can make me clothes. I better get on this. A woman would think, I better find a dude who’s capable on the farm and good with a plow so I don’t starve and die.

A knock came at the door and I stiffened, getting to my feet so that I could open it. Darius stood outside wearing a black tux which looked like it had been made specifically for him. It fit perfectly and my mouth dried up as my gaze roamed over him. His dark hair was slicked back and the rough stubble lining his jaw ached for me to brush my fingers over it. No, no, no. Bad Tory. “Darcy’s not here yet,” I said in place of a greeting. “I can see that,” he replied. Before I could lose myself to the spell of his unfairly good looks, I turned away from him, heading back to the mirror which hung on the wall as I applied another coat of lipstick which wasn’t in any way necessary. He stayed by the door, leaning against the frame as he watched me. “You’re not wearing the dress I sent you.” “This might be a good time for you to realise, I don’t tend to do as I’m told,” I said dismissively. “I think I like this one better anyway.” I turned to look at him in surprise as his gaze slid over me in a way that made heat rise along my skin. “Nice to know you can admit when you’re wrong,” I said. “So you’re actually going to stick to your word about being nice?” Darius flashed me a smile which transformed his face in a way I’d never seen before. “I am. Just try not to fall in love with me though, it could make things awkward when we go back to fighting with each other tomorrow.” I scoffed at that and tossed my lipstick into my clutch just as my Atlas pinged. Darcy: I bumped into Orion by The Orb. He says he’s coming with us and that you should meet us here... I raised an eyebrow in surprise and tapped out a quick response. Tory: Okay, I’ll be there to rescue you from his grumpy face ASAP x “Darcy says she’s going to meet us at The Orb. She ran into your bestie and he told her he can’t bear to spend the evening away from you so he’s tagging along. I just hope that this party isn’t going to be dull, because inviting a teacher has really lowered my expectations for debauchery,” I said as I moved out of my room and locked up behind me. “In all honesty, Lance is more likely to add to the debauchery than detract from it,” Darius said, offering me his arm. “Ooo Lance has a first name. Will he want me using that or is it a special right only given to those who get a tattoo in his honour?” I asked, touching my fingers to Darius’s forearm where I knew the Libra brand sat on his skin beneath the fancy suit. I didn’t take his arm though and started walking down the corridor unassisted. “What makes you think that tattoo is for him?” Darius asked, falling into step with me easily despite the fast pace I set. “Oh is it a secret? I thought everyone knew he was your Guardian and you’ve got that little soul bond thing going on.” “Who told you that?” Darius demanded, his voice dropping an octave. “You just did.” I flashed him a smile and he scowled at me. “Done playing nice so soon?” He released a long breath as we reached the common room but didn’t reply. A lot of eyes turned our way. I guessed the sight of the two of us suddenly hanging out was pretty weird. (Tory)

When we’ve got David Lean’s eight sequences, we’re home except for one thing: The actual work. Cover the Canvas One rule for first full working drafts: get them done ASAP.

Should you wish to self-defenestrate ASAP, take the first window of opportunity.