Archive for November, 2007

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The Hotel Miramar in Vence offers

Friday, 30. November 2007

Hotelausstattung /hotel environement

Allgemein: Bar, Garten, Terrasse, Nichtraucherzimmer, behindertengerechte Zimmer, Hotelsafe, Heizung, Design-Hotel, Gepäckzimmer, Gay Friendly.

General: bar, garden, terrace, non-smoker-rooms, handicapped accessible rooms, hotel safe, heating, design-hotel, luggage room, gay friendly.

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Competition

Tuesday, 27. November 2007

I have a special request – if someone could help me with that, I’d be really grateful. To add more spice to the whole thing, I decided to make a competition of it. The winner gets the honorary title of “Best Internet Researcher Known To Me” :)

On the Lust, Caution soundtrack is this beautiful song: “Yang Mou” by Jacky Cheung. I’m looking for a translation of the lyrics and wasn’t able to find one. As far as I know, he could be singing about how he loves to roll around in the dirt while watching his favorite TV show. (I hope the lyrics are a little better than that or I’d be really disappointed…)

By the way, it should be a translation to English, German, French or Portuguese, any other language is quiet useless to me.

So, happy searching and I’d love to get some results! Thanks and kisses in advance for trying!

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Presentations

Tuesday, 27. November 2007

I think I have been to one rhetorics / presentation seminar too many… I can’t watch a presentation any more without thinking: “you should stand on the left, touch – turn – talk, don’t walk so much, move a little bit more, speak louder, speak slower, …”

The past two days, I was on a seminar, an introduction to the company I’ve been working for the last year… (usually they’re faster than that… well, mine was a special case).

It was two days of presentations, one after the other, alltogether there were 16 of them, each between 30 minutes and an hour. I hope that I’ll never have to hear another presentation again, but I know that it is futile. I’ll have the next on thursday, and on friday I’ll have to present, myself.

Anyway. There were those presentations with new content and well made, there were those with new content and boring like hell. There were those without any new things whatsoever and still somehow interesting and there were those without any new things whatsoever and expectedly boring as hell.

This tour de force was a colorful walk through every presentation style imaginable. There were good presentations but it’s much more fun to talk about the bad ones (I think the fun to talk about it is proportional to the torment you endured while listening to it), so I’ll concentrate on that.

One guy seemed to have learned is rhetorics in the 1940s and trying to disguise it. He wasn’t that old, but he had the rolling R and the melody of speech typical for Hitler and those guys. He kept saying “Rattenzahlungen” instead of “Ratenzahlungen” which triggered my imagination (Raten – rates, Ratten – rats, Zahlungen – payment) but otherwise was rather disconcerting. At the same time, he didn’t have the stiff body language of the time (they only moved their hands and arms then, more or less) but was walking about 10 km in 5 minutes. Fascinating.

Another guy obviously set himself the goal to make us all sleep within ten minutes. To reach that, he decided the best way was to talk monotonously about an already rather boring topic, stand in front of the beamer screen, so we wouldn’t see the light and be disturbed by that and talk twenty minutes longer than he was supposed to (which is pretty much more at a 45 minutes presentation), so we could all get the rest we deserved.

One woman was afraid that she wouldn’t have enough time, so she started to shorten the presentation by just not breathing. It was amazing. The first minutes, I was afraid for her, but then I realised that she obviously didn’t need to breathe. 35 minutes of talking without ever drawing a breath… I wish I could do that too.

In two of the otherwise good presentations, the people felt compelled to use English words albeit their total lack of ability to pronounce. Can you guess what you-dsh and overfew mean? (solution at the end of this entry)

Just to end this on a positive note: yesterday I saw this really cute guy, walking between the two houses of my company (of course, there are a lot of people on Mariahilfer Straße, one of the major shopping streets in Vienna, so I had no idea if that was just coincidence or if he really worked there as well). He made some notes while he was walking, having the cap of his pen in his mouth what I found kind of cute (writing this down, I’m thinking that I am really weird).
A little description: a little taller than me (about 1m75), blond hair, about 5-10 cm long, 3-day beard, a teensy bit on the chubbier side of slim. Summarising: my type. :)
Later that day, I ran into him again – in the elevator in my office building. I was pretty sure now, that we worked for the same company. But being myself, I didn’t have the courage to talk to him.
Today, it turns out that he was one of the guys presenting (so he definitely works for “my” company). And thank god – he was one of the good ones! Also, he works in one of the most interesting departments (project development, where architecture, project and knowledge management are combined, the three most fascinating things in real estate companies…). And then he said something which made me melt all the way: “I like working in the matrix system better than everything else I’ve tried. Because of the challenges for your social competence, a result of the lack of hierarchical structure.” *sigh* A guy who doesn’t only know what social competence is, but also appreciates having and using it… (and a little anarchistic touch :P)

I can see all your bewildered faces now… probably my criteria for having a crush on someone are a little extraordinary but that’s me :).

Solutions for the little riddle above: huge and overview!

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Rant

Thursday, 22. November 2007

When I came to the office today, everything started to go wrong.

First, my mailbox was full with e-mails telling me stuff I did wrong the day before (and they were not my fault!). These mails included

  • Don’t schedule pick ups earlier than 8.30 (I didn’t, my colleague did and I tried to make the best of it…)
  • we have the ruler you wanted, didn’t you see it? (between the lines: you stupid bitch)

Then my colleague B. told me that another colleague (let’s call her E.) had asked her why the mail isn’t delivered in the afternoon, only in the morning. B. explained E. that she wasn’t here in the afternoon, that in the afternoon only I am here and that if E. told me that she was concerned about the delivery, I’d surely take the mail downstairs in the afternoon.
Well, instead of talking to me, E. decided that she should take it to my boss (because she didn’t want to ask for anything). So, today my boss called B. twice, asking her why I don’t deliver the mail and that I should do so from now on. (By the way, I was never asked or told to, and as nobody ever complained, I thought it ok, if we only delivered it once a day.)
Now, I’m really angry. I just don’t understand why E. wouldn’t tell me, “listen, I think it’s really important that the mail is delivered twice a day, could you do it in the afternoon?”. I don’t mind doing it at all, but I don’t get why she has to go to my boss. (He’s really nice and I don’t worry about my position here or anything, but he has no time at all anyway so why does he have to think about how our postal system works?) And more importantly why she couldn’t come to me directly with this?!

Already in a crappy mood, another co-worker of mine, R. dared to approach me ;). He’s a nice guy but he costs me a lot of nerves on his good days.
Anyway, he asked B. to tell me to make a flight reservation for him for tomorrow, but not to book it yet because he wasn’t sure yet if he really had to go. When I came in, he wasn’t there. So when he arrived I told him that this wasn’t possible, that we can either book the flight and pay if we don’t use it or not book and wait until he was sure. I was a little bit unfriendly but only because this wasn’t the first time he asked me to do this and it wasn’t the first time I explained him that it wasn’t possible. But however direct I put it, he wouldn’t believe me… So I called the booking department of our company and they told him the same thing.

Well, anyway, I’m not in a good mood and today is not my day.

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Thursday, 22. November 2007

 

Gorillaz – Rock It

I’m walking to the something
Bla bla bla bla bla bla bla
Collapse
I’m drinking too much bla bla,
bla bla bla bla bla bla bla
Fall out
I’m feeling really bla bla, I want to bla bla bla,
Collapse
And in the end it means I bla bla bla bla bla bla bla
The end

I got myself together
Bla bla bla bla bla bla bla.
Watch out
I didn’t need the patience, life bla bla bla bla bla
Collapse
Don’t you sit to close, or I’ll bla bla bla bla bla
Break up
Stick it up your nose
Bla bla bla bla bla bla
The end

 

I didn’t mean to do it (Rock it, rock it)
It loved me in my head (Rock it, rock it)
I tried to be a charmer, (Rock it, rock it)
but I got a bit hopeless instead (Rock it, rock it)
The world is very sexy (Rock it, rock it)
It’s part of my collapse (Rock it, rock it)

 

I’m walking to the something (It’s part of my collapse…)
Bla bla bla bla bla bla bla
I’m drinking too much bla bla,
bla bla bla bla bla bla bla
Fall out
I’m feeling really bla bla, I want to bla bla bla,
Collapse
And in the end it means I bla bla bla bla bla bla bla
The end

 

I didn’t mean to do it (Rock it, rock it)
It loved me in my head (Rock it, rock it)
I tried to be a charmer, (Rock it, rock it)
but I got a bit hopeless instead (Rock it, rock it)
The world is very sexy (Rock it, rock it)
It’s part of my collapse (Rock it, rock it)

 

I’m walking to the something (It’s part of my collapse…)
Bla bla bla bla bla bla bla
I’m drinking too much bla bla,
bla bla bla bla bla bla bla
Fall out
I’m feeling really bla bla, I want to bla bla bla,
Collapse
And in the end it means I bla bla bla bla bla bla bla
The end

 

Rock it
Rock it
Rock it
Rock it

I really love this song but I got it stuck it my head all day which makes me seem a little weird. I feel like Homer Simpson, thinking blablabla all the time…

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Happy

Monday, 19. November 2007

You know, when you keep telling yourself, life can only get better? I’ve reached the better part! :)

I had my law exam today and I’m pretty sure I’m positive, so I’m done with it (til next semester but let’s not think about that right now)!
This morning I felt really bad, I was nervous and I hadn’t studied enough and that was enough for my body to say that it was sick, so I stayed home and used the time to study and I think it actually did pay off!

And while I was home I listened to the new (well not so new anymore) Turin Brakes record which I just bought and it’s fabulous and I discovered that the Gorillaz have a new album which is great as well, I even like the remixes on CD2 (especially the “Kids With Guns” Quiet Village Remix). I didn’t have much time yet to listen to it, but I like the new single “Rock It” and as far as I can tell the rest is good as well… *sigh* I want to be a genius like Damon Albarn. (Damon, if you are reading this, maybe you could send me some of it over? I could send you some of my ability to watch one film after the other in return. Or something else. Your call. Just tell me what you want!)

Well. Until I get the Damon’s genius, I guess I’ll stay the student I am and prepare the next exam (English, which is not too bad, but after that it will be political economy (*shudder*) – something I actually have to study for (again…).

Anyway, right now, I’m at the stage that life is better. But I guess life will get worse.

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Hormones

Thursday, 15. November 2007

Hormones – love them or loathe them, without them, existence is pretty sad and predictable.

Right now my hormones seem to have massive restructuring going on. At one moment, I’m lost in totally romantic thoughts (and anybody, who knows me and my usually snickering compassion for people who think that it’s actually nice to have a talk about how love is like a bird, is aware of the weird twist here), the next I’m crying because there was a picture of a bird in oil slick in the news paper.

And no, it has nothing to do with my period.

I haven’t felt this unstable and shaken since I had a fall-out with my then best friend in 2nd grade.

The weirdest thing yet, however, was while I was reading. I’m currently reading T.C. Boyle’s “Budding Prospects” which in itself is not strange. It’s about this group of guys (Felix, Gesh and Phil) who decide it would be great to spend a summer (and some spring and some fall) in the mountains to grow marihuana. They move into a really shabby hut and the next day, their neighbor comes to visit and introduce himself. He’s the typical red-neck, a rather disgusting type of guy. Felix, the main character, isn’t sure on how to treat him, as he doesn’t want him to come over all the time and discover what they’re doing up there but he doesn’t want to be unfriendly, either.
Anyway, their story is that they are aspiring writers who have alcohol problems and therefore, they sought the calm and reclusiveness on the mountains. Their neighbor already knows the story and mentions it (in a friendly, not at all judgemental way – no sarcasm here). Gesh, not as reluctant as Felix, jumps right on it and attacks the neighbor for being a piece of shit and how he looks down on them for drinking and chases him right out.
And guess what – while reading this scene, I actually started crying because I felt so sorry for the neighbor. And I don’t even like him.

Reminds me of the time when I was a kid, watching the Batman movies. I always felt so bad for the villains, especially The Penguin and Mr. Freeze and The Riddler and Two-Face and basically everybody. I never got satisfaction from them being punished in the end because I pitied them so much…

Well, I’m afraid I don’t really have a conclusion to reach with this, I just wanted to complain a little bit (another nice side-effect, thank you, hormones).

You’ll get a honor badge for reading this :).

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Miscellaneous

Tuesday, 13. November 2007

Ok, you’re probably tired of me quoting Something Awful. But I just can’t resist to have a look there whenever I don’t have much work to do. And I always find something.

“Moths are so undeserving of the gift of flight that God saw fit to irresistibly compel them to fly into fires.”

Anyway.

I made it to the movies sometimes these past few weeks, so I’ve seen Se, Jie (Lust, Caution), Atonement and Odette Toulemonde. I’ll probably go again today, depending on K.’s mood and if we get stuck talking or get bored with each other. :)

Then I’ll have to spend the rest of the week studying for my law exam on monday… yay.

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Got tagged by L

Monday, 12. November 2007

Ten random things about me…

  1. I shelve my books and DVDs alphabetically.
  2. I get nervous when I leave the house without a book – even when I know that I won’t have time to read.
  3. I start crying easily when I didn’t sleep enough.
  4. I’ve been keeping a diary ever since I was 10 years old (well actually it’s about 15 diaries by now).
  5. I love writing lists.
  6. I have a database for my books and another one for my DVDs.
  7. Give me responsibility and I’ll do three times the work I do without and I enjoy it more.
  8. I hate my voice when I hear it recorded – it always sounds like I got the flu.
  9. I love to sing but I can’t keep a straight tone.
  10. I have a slot machine phobia.

Now you know everything :) It was harder than I thought.

Unfortunately, L. tagged everyone I could tag except ambre and Lonesome so I’ll tag only them. But you don’t have to if you don’t want to!

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Whenever I feel sad, all I have to do is watch this

Monday, 12. November 2007
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