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Getting dumped is never really about getting dumped.' 'What is it about, then?' I ask. 'It's about every rejection you've ever experienced in your entire life. It's about the kids at school who called you names. And the parent who never came back. And the girls who wouldn't dance with you at the disco. And the school girlfriend who wanted to be single when she went to uni. And any criticism at work. When someone says they don't want to be with you, you feel the pain of every single one of those times in life where you felt like you weren't good enough. You live through all of it again.' 'I don't know how to get over it, Mum,' I say. 'At this point I'm so tired of myself. I don't know how to let go of her.' 'You don't let go once. That's your first mistake. You say goodbye over a lifetime. You might not have thought about her for ten years, then you'll hear a song or you'll walk past somewhere you once went together - something will come to the surface that you'd totally forgotten about. And you say another goodbye. You have to be prepared to let go and let go and let go a thousand times.' 'Does it get easier?' 'Much,' she says.

It's about every rejection you've ever experienced in your entire life. It's about the kids at school who called you names. And the parent who never came back. And the girls who wouldn't dance with you at the disco. And the school girlfriend who wanted to be single when she went to uni. And any criticism at work. When someone says they don't want to be with you, you feel the pain of every single one of those times in life where you felt like you weren't good enough. You live through all of it again.

parents were dead. We hadn’t found his birth parents yet. He hadn’t gone to college, his high school records were archived somewhere—we had unis working on it—and his elementary school

Outre les différentes formes de propagande dont il a été question dans ce chapitre, il faut encore en mentionner une autre qui semble tout à fait spéciale au théosophisme et à quelques sectes américaines qui lui sont plus ou moins apparentées : c’est ce qu’on appelle la « propagande mentale ». Voici comment Mme Besant explique ce qu’il faut entendre par là : « Un groupe d’hommes qui ont des convictions communes, un groupe de théosophes, par exemple, peuvent contribuer dans une large mesure à répandre les idées théosophiques dans leur entourage immédiat, s’ils s’entendent pour consacrer, en même temps, dix minutes par jour à la méditation de quelque enseignement théosophique. Il n’est pas nécessaire que leurs personnes soient réunies en un même lieu, pourvu que leurs esprits soient unis. Supposons un petit groupe ayant décidé de méditer sur la réincarnation dix minutes par jour, à une heure convenue, pendant trois ou six mois. Des formes-pensées très puissantes viendraient assaillir en foule la région choisie, et l’idée de réincarnation pénétrerait dans un nombre considérable d’esprits. On s’informerait, on chercherait des livres sur le sujet, et une conférence sur la question, après une préparation de ce genre, attirerait un public très avide d’informations et très intéressé à l’avance. Un progrès hors de proportion avec les moyens physiques employés se réalise partout où des hommes et des femmes s’entendent sérieusement au sujet de cette propagande mentale » (Le Pouvoir de la Pensée, sa maîtrise et sa culture, pp. 178-179). Fait important à noter, c’est à des pratiques de ce genre que se rattache l’origine de la fameuse coutume des « minutes de silence », qui a été importée en Europe par les Américains, et qui est devenue, depuis la guerre, un des principaux éléments de presque toutes les commémorations officielles ; il y aurait d’ailleurs beaucoup à dire, d’une façon plus générale, sur les déviations pseudo-religieuses inhérentes à l’espèce de « culte civique » dont cette coutume fait partie.

I can run it. It is, however, several grand. I put in for it a couple of years back but was denied owing to budget constraints. My guy at the uni is a fast worker and he would prioritise it; he lives for this kind of thing.’ ‘OK, brilliant. Has he worked with us before? Is that how you know him?’ DCI Kapoor said. ‘No. He’s in my guild. He’s the Healer.’ ‘Your guild?’ ‘Warcraft. It’s a computer game thing. We have a local guild and we meet up occasionally. Anyway, he is kind of a big deal. In the real world, I mean, but also in the game.

Tips for uni: Jacob’s Cream Crackers are not diet biscuits; DO NOT let that woman cut you a fringe; and remember night-time is for sleeping, daytime is for working, not the other way around (#Insomnia).

REPORTING PEOPLE - an epidemic in Poland? (as usual, just a topic to be discussed on a lesson) The topic of reporting people, an activity still widespread in post-Communist Poland, has cropped up during yesterday's family gathering at my place. Real-life examples of reporting on people: - one person works for a government agency. Someone has recently (2017) called their supervisor to report her, saying that her workload was insufficient, - some person was a lecturer at a university. He then set up his own private practice and started earning significantly more money than his university colleagues. He started being frequently called to come and present all his financial statements at the Revenue. Spending a significant amount of time there, he made friends with the investigator, who informed him those were his work colleagues who continually reported him, - when my Dad bought his first 'real' car after the fall of Communism, someone from the area called the Revenue to inform them of this fact. He had to demonstrate how he had paid for it, - in the past, I gave classes at a language school in Poznań. It seemed to me I had a great contact with the students and that they were satisfied with the course (always smiling, laughing and talking a lot...). I quit the language school, because I took up another course at the uni and the hours overlapped. After a while, some woman contacted me via social media, telling me that the students had been dissatisfied with my teaching, saying I covered the material in too slow a manner. I was 21 years old, the woman approximately 10-15 years older (so you'd expect some more maturity). It came as a shock to me, as I had really not noticed any dissatisfaction and I really cared a lot about the students' satisfaction with the course. Fortunately, I later met a woman who had been one of the students at the course, and it turned out the students had actually been dissatisfied with HER teaching, saying her pace was too FAST. (It was a beginner's course for older people who had had no contact with English...). She invited me for a coffee and explained to me a few things. For example people's capacity for lying. She was a manager at a government agency, so she must have had some experience. - some coffee has also become a subject of me being reported recently. Thank you for your attention ;) feel free to disagree

Rububiyyah: Lordship, the quality of being a lord. A term derived from the Qur'anic descriptions of Allah's lordship over creation. One might say the ecology of natural existence. It is an essential element in Sufic cosmology and is a most sophisticated concept which surpasses the crude specificity and mechanistic views of evolutionist biology. It is an energy system of relationships in constant change and altering dynamics. It functions through the different realms, the atomic, the mineral, the plant, and so on. It relates the levels of living organisms from the uni-cellular up to man, and the interpenetrations of organism and environment. It re-defines "event" from crude historicity to a picture of organism/event in a unified field. It is the underlying concept which allows us to abandon the dead mind/body split of the dying culture. It permits us to utilize and develop the energy concepts of Islamic/Chinese medicine - which hold a common energy concept at base. Rububiyya permits us to observe ONE PROCESS at work throughout every level of the creational realities.

about the local nightlife. She always started all her letters with Jennifer, tu ne croiras jamais ce qui est arrivé ! (Translation: Jennifer, you’ll never believe what happened!) And she always ended her letters with Quand vas-tu faire payer ces gens pour te faire bosserquatre-vingt (80) heures par semaine ? L'esclavage sous contrat est illégal aux Etats-Unis. (Translation: When are you going to make those people pay you for working eighty hours a week? Indentured servitude is illegal in the USA.)

World Administrative Service (The Sonnet) Awake, Arise, Oh Saint Soldiers, Don't stop till you reach your goal! Awake, Arise, Oh Saint Soldiers, Don't stop till your dreams are whole! Awake, Arise, Oh Saint Soldiers, Don't stop till there is no injustice. Awake, Arise, Oh Saint Soldiers, Don't stop till the world is in peace. Awake, Arise, Oh Saint Soldiers, Do not stop till love is the only way. Awake, Arise, Oh Saint Soldiers, Don't stop till all prejudice is thrown away. Civilization is born when all our sentience converge. Puny minds make puny-verse, uni-minds make universe.

Baddygirl 2 [Intro] Flawless bitches say “Hey, what’s up M.I.A.?” It’s for the women and of course Beyoncé [Hook] Baddygirl baddygirl, bad-a-bad-a-bad-a-baddygirl Goodygirl goodygirl, good-a-good-a-good-a-goodygirl [Verse 1] Baddygirl goody girl, yea more than butts and titties girl Bust out some shots then we clever and we pretty girl Study at uni and we work at every city girl We be the women with the kiddie gettin’ money girl [Hook] [Bridge] Baddygirl baddygirl, baddygirl baddygirl Baddygirl baddygirl, baddygirl baddygirl Baddygirl Baddygirl Baddygirl Baddygirl Baddy baddy baddy baddy Baddygirl baddygirl [Verse 2] I woke up like this, I went to bed like this We do everything just like this Pretty and witty we're more than just a slutty girl On a committee for Haiti or political We do it boss, big and heavy like a fatty girl Necessity, unity in every girl My surfboard bitches ride waves love all day Man I can hear everything you say My surfboard bitches ride waves love all day Men and women are 50/50 [Intro] [Hook] [Beyoncé sample] Na-na-na, diva is a female version of a hustla, of a hustla, of a, of a hustla... Na-na-na, diva is a female version of a hustla, of a hustla, of a, of a hustla... Stop the track, lemme state facts I told you, gimme a minute and I'll be right back Fifty million 'round the world and they say that I couldn't get it I done got so sick and filthy with Benjis, I can't spend it How you gon' be talkin' shit? You act like I just got up in it Been the number one diva in this game for a minute! I know you read the paper - the one that they call the Queen Every radio 'round the world know me cause that's where I be (first!)

With six thousand miles separating me from sleep, I stumbled down into the subway at dawn and emerged on the outskirts of the Tsukiji market just as the sun broke across Tokyo Bay. Inside the market, I saw the entire ocean on display: swollen-bellied salmon, dark disks of abalone, vast armies of exotic crustaceans, conger eels so shiny and new they looked to be napping in their Styrofoam boxes. I stumbled onward to a tuna auction, where a man in a trader's cap worked his way through a hundred silver carcasses scattered across the cement floor, using a system of rapid hand motions and guttural noises unintelligible to all but a select group of tuna savants. When the auction ended, I followed one of the bodies back to its buyer's stall, where a man and his son used band saw, katana blade, cleaver, and fillet knife to work the massive fish down into sellable components: sinewy tail meat for the cheap izakaya, ruby loins for hotel restaurants, blocks of marbled belly for the high-end sushi temples. By 8:00 a.m. I was starving. First, a sushi feast, a twelve-piece procession of Tsukiji's finest- fat-frizzled bluefin, chewy surf clam, a custardy slab of Hokkaido uni- washed down with frosty glasses of Kirin. Then a bowl of warm soba from the outer market, crowned at the last second with a golden nest of vegetable tempura.

Each of us is like an operation which has to be performed to produce a product in the plant; each of us is one of a set of dependent events. Does it matter what order we’re in? Well, somebody has to be first and somebody else has to be last. So we have dependent events no matter if we switch the order of the boys. I’m the last operation. Only after I have walked the trail is the product “sold,” so to speak. And that would have to be our throughput—not the rate at which Ron walks the trail, but the rate at which I do. What about the amount of trail between Ron and me? It has to be inventory. Ron is consuming raw materials, so the trail the rest of us are walking is inventory until it passes behind me. And what is operational expense? It’s whatever lets us turn inventory into throughput, which in our case would be the energy the boys need to walk. I can’t really quantify that for the model, except that I know when I’m getting tired. If the distance between Ron and me is expanding, it can only mean that inventory is increasing. Throughput is my rate of walking. Which is influenced by the fluctuating rates of the others. Hmmm. So as the slower than average fluctuations accumulate, they work their way back to me. Which means I have to slow down. Which means that, relative to the growth of inventory, throughput for the entire system goes down. And operational expense? I’m not sure. For UniCo, whenever inventory goes up, carrying costs on the inventory go up as well. Carrying costs are a part of operational expense, so that measurement also must be going up. In terms of the hike, operational expense is increasing any time we hurry to catch up, because we expend more energy than we otherwise would. Inventory is going up. Throughput is going down. And operational expense is probably increasing. Is that what’s happening in my plant? Yes, I think it is.

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You don't really actually have a choice, it's like you can't get work, so you go into education to then be whacked with a load of debt you can't pay and nobody will even give you a job while you're at college or uni because, errrr... MAYBE you're AT COLLEGE and when you're not there, you're studying or, let's face it, you're getting drunk. It's a trap. Then ONCE you get your qualifications all the jobs are taken or have been cut and then you're just there, trying to get the same job you applied for all those years back, when you were sixteen, just this time you're way too overqualified and broke. Unless you're parents are loaded or you come up with some amazing idea and become a millionaire, or win the lottery... you're screwed. A millionaire isn't even a millionaire any more. You know how long a million pounds lasts in London these days? Zilcho nilcho.

It’s about every rejection you’ve ever experienced in your entire life. It’s about the kids at school who called you names. And the parent who never came back. And the girls who wouldn’t dance with you at the disco. And the school girlfriend who wanted to be single when she went to uni. And any criticism at work. When someone says they don’t want to be with you, you feel the pain of every single one of those times in life where you felt like you weren’t good enough. You live through all of it again.

One and A Half Ex (Sonnets 1429, 1430) Once upon a time by the Bay of Bengal, a naive tiger fell for a vain sheep. The sheep had him eating out of her hand, only to discard him for another sheep. The tiger's world was turned upside down, abandoning home-n-uni he set out as monk. Then one afternoon underneath the tree, the monk awakened to prophetic dimension. The saintly tiger then returned home, Lo, commenced his sleepless self-education! He had already mastered all divine sight, Now he needed to muster a scientific arsenal. During his making he met a Balkan xena, she was everything he could ever dream of. But the tiger still had plenty struggle ahead, even for the perfect partner it was too much. She had a beautiful heart which grew weary, waiting for a giant with the world on shoulder. The first whole love of the tiger came to halt, after four magical years of timeless forever. Though devastated, unable to think-n-work, this time this was no longer a naive tiger. Gloom galvanizes conviction invincible, Shattered heart makes shade for the world.