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Name: LC
Country: Canada
Gender: Female
Interests: reading. i like to read. and writing. i like to write. singing. i'd like to sing more.
Expertise: poking people. flying monkies.
Occupation: Engineering
Industry: Engineering
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Member Since:
11/9/2004
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| Catholic funerals 101Larry, a favorite neighbor of mine, passed away earlier this month and his service was held today at the Holy Redeemer Catholic Church. I, being one of his many benefactresses on our street, attended the service with a heavy makeup and a heavier heart - mostly because I had no idea how to behave at a Catholic funeral.
My first experience at Catholic church service (heck, it was my first real funeral experience, come to think of it, of someone I personally knew), I was sure that it would be a sober dignified experience that can only be ruined by unknowning guests. I wasn't in a particularly disruptive mood, so to play it safe, I decided to be the fly-on-the-wall.
But apparently that wasn't the way the Catholic church rolled. Let me tell you there was tons of action to be had at a Catholic service! Every time there the piano man played a song, everybody filed up. Everytime the parishioner (is that what they are called?) recited to a particular line, everyone chimed "ah men" or crossed their hearts or made like esoteric religious gestures. Then there was a lot a hand shaking going on at one point. And finally, there was the sharing of the bread and wine. Us non-Catholic folks just stood there while the others scrambled over us to get to the front. At one point I think a fist fight erupted - a fire truck had to come onto the scene to hose everyone down.
It was a hellavah exciting funeral. Larry must be chuckling from above.
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| The more I readIt's been more than a month since I've killed G and the related high has long subsided.
Now is the time to sit down and figure out what I've done. So what did I do? I've pretty much opened Pandora's Box (in the sense that I've opened something that should've stayed shutdown like the Burnsy's nuclear power plants.) I've gone through tons and tons of MBA related websites in English and occasionally Chinese. Frankly the more forum discussions, the more blogs, the more school blurbs I read, the more I doubt that I would fit in in an MBA class and that the associated consulting/marketing ending is my personal rainbow.
The thing is, I'm not made to be polished and business-like. There's many tell tale signs that I can dwell on. Things that involve deserts accidents while dining with company CTOs. Thing like untimely flatulence. Things like wanting to read Internet Chinese novels rather than work on one's essays.
A veritable string of things.
Then there's the question of whether conventional wisdom will overrule gut instincts. My GMAT score was a beautiful accident. The price of the beauty is that its steering me towards the herd mentality that I'm trying oh-so-hard to avoid. What everybody wants me to do is goto a top twenty school and not waste my blessed number. What I want to do is crawl into bed and stay there.
One of the benefits of going to a top school would be the better influences, which was demonstrated case in point by Y. While consoling me over lunch and persuading me to forgo Ivey, Y said, 近朱者赤近墨者黑. After she said this, she tossed her head back in confirmation and it promptly smacked into the back her chair. We both started laughing at the scene, at the classic irony of it all. I made a quick mental note to not pay too much attention to her bumpy logic.
Laughing and goofiness aside, I need to just stop thinking and do. Wish it was as easy as saying it. 
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| Home aloneJust dropped off the 'rent at the airport and I am home alone for the first time in what seems like ages. Yikes! Last weekend was spent in Boston, and the weekend before was in Orlando and before that was running around on the highways for no particular reasons other than to celebrate being done with G. Yes I'm done with G. And now I'm out of idea of what to do with myself back at home. To the friends whom I've boycotted for the past two months, please take me back!
For those of you in the States, hope you are enjoying your long weekend!  | | |
| the strangest most random thingI found a salt shaker in the bathroom. I went to the sink to wash my hand and there it is, innocently sitting on top of the dispenser. What the heck? I mean who would bring a salt shaker to the bathroom and what could be done with it? What could anybody possibly want to do with a salt shaker in the bathroom?
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