New year, new office, new job, new landlady, new apartment, new place, new toys, new furniture, new acquaintances, new areas, new food, new smells, new hobbies, new skills, new games, new passions, new blog, new...
...and most importantly, Happy.
As much as I'd like to post Angela Aki's orchestrated live performance of Kiss me Goodbye, I'm not. Instead, you'll all just have to enjoy the music. Happy New Year Everyone!
This is getting old. For those who know or are viewing this for evaluative reasons, kindly visit my wordpress account. It's fairly new, but I think what's there is enough. Anyway, I'll probably get my own space at ploghost or at marvin's web and then move the wordpress there.
I'll just probably use this to scan through LJ comms, or make comments or what not. See y'all.
Creative writer. Hmph. Never though I'd get that as a job title... I can't even spell to save my life.
None of this is to say we shouldn’t try to learn English with a passion. All this is to say we can -- and should -- make English a second language in this country, not the first one. The notion that we won’t progress if we don’t speak English like a native is nuts. Thais don’t, and they’re already a dragon, while Arroyo is still dreaming vainly of turning this country into an Enchanted Kingdom. The notion, moreover, that if we don’t speak English fluently we won’t be able to find work, particularly abroad, is even more nuts. It limits the national ambition to finding work and not creating it.
It’s the difference between the Filipino graduate who asks his fellow graduate what kind of work he has found, and the Chinese-Filipino graduate who asks his fellow graduate what kind of business he has put up. People who think of putting up businesses do not worry what language they speak.
You get this rush of adrenaline after each rebuttal you make and actually hearing the sound of interest in your prospect’s voice triggers this predatory instinct in you. You want to close it. You want to close that call and make that sale. You want it as bad as a wolf chasing down a small rabbit.
I've always liked playing bards during Tabletop Games, but really, it was mostly false bravado. I’ve also never truly relied on pure charisma when it comes to trying to make my GM see things my way. I’ve always tried to negotiate instead of swindle. I’ve always tried to argue instead of persuade. I’ve always treated NPC’s as puzzles to be solved instead of organic reactive things with opinions to sway.
I can make sales. Wow. Who’da thought? I feel like a vampire that has tasted blood for the first time.
"Ian on the board!" sounds lovely.
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I need to get a copy of 'Boiler Room'. Vin Diesel and Ben Affleck are silver tounged demons there.
