December 2007


So I’m back from Vietnam.

I still prefer Thailand, but Vietnam ain’t bad :)

Photos coming up! I promise!

In other news, Hall 13 totally kicked ass at the IHRG Scrabble tourney this year. Sadly, it looks like I’m destined never to complete a single tournament with an unbeaten run :( This year it was again a Hall 6 guy who took me out by 65 points (he had both blanks, all four S’s, and JKXZ!!!) and I was bloody morose – we lost that round, the only round we lost, 3-2.

I got my mojo back soon enough though and as predicted we met Hall 6 again in the finals – and I managed to get drawn against the exact same guy who had beat me. I also managed to take back all my spread and then some, hitting him for somewhere around 150 points and an easy win.

The sweetest part? Hall 13 beat Hall 6 with a resounding 5-0 win. WE TOOK EVERY SINGLE TABLE.

How’s that for sweet sweet revenge?

*basks*

Finally got me a gold for Scrabble IHRG!

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I know, I know, I’ve been truly awful about updating this blog.

Merry Christmas though :D it’s been a bit of a whirlwind week what with returning from BKK, prepping for the crazy weekend of Sunday’s carol service, Monday’s party and today’s Christmas service.

By the way, we made a kickass farmer’s pie (we called it Meat Surprise – there was chicken, sausage, and minced pork in it with chunks of hardboiled egg and carrots, topped with mashed potato) and egg nog for the party :) Glad to say our pan was cleaned out!

Puppy got me the most amazingly gorgeously classic Liverpool scarf (red and white striped like a candy cane) and the Premier League Liverpool jersey :D Finally! Got him a bunch of clothes from BKK and the collector’s edition of Pulp Fiction :) Such a happy Christmas.

Off to Vietnam tomorrow morning. Will be home on the 29th. Much love! Enjoy the last week of 2007! Soon it will be 2008 and back to work and school for all. Bah.

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Harry Redknapp, about Crouch being banned for the Pompey-Liverpool match on Saturday: “Now he’s banned against us for the red card – but Liverpool will just bring in either Kuyt, the Russian boy or that kid they found in Spain.”

Tongue-in-cheek much?

That KID we FOUND in SPAIN?!

:D

Hurhur.

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So I was talking to Hannah about her parents going to Ho Chi Minh, because I’ll be heading there myself after Christmas.

hana says:
my parents went to visit the viet cong’s underground tunnels..
which they used to hide from the americans during the vietnam war..

beth says:
ooh

hana says:
n they got stuck in the tunnels for a good half an hour because there was a v v fat taiwanese man from another tour group who insisted on wanting to go in n he got stuck in the tunnel..

beth says:
HAHAH WTH he got STUCK in the TUNNEL!
That’s insanely funny!

hana says:
haa.. yeah, cuz the tunnels were purposely made small so that the skinny viet pple could go in n the larger americans could not.
then the tour guide told the taiwanese man not to risk it but he insisted..
haa.. then he got himself wedged into a tight spot.. literally..

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Teehee our Boy Wonder looks too funny here.

Bangkok updates coming up just as soon as my sister uploads photos :D

Meanwhile you can see some initial photos and read KX’s BKK post :)

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OH YEAH BABY!

Flying off tomorrow morning on my babysitting shopping trip with Hanna, Rachel and Kaixin.

This should be interesting… :D

Gonna shop my end-of-year bonus away!

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There’s something completely inexplicable about football. Something makes my heart rise up watching my team play – and yes, I proudly wield the personal pronoun, because I have a deep, devout sense of ownership when it comes to Liverpool – something that makes me grin like a sappy idiot, scream and punch the air when a goal is scored. Something that makes me shake my head admiringly when I see classy footwork. Something that makes me say possessively, those are MY boys on the field, that is MY team out there.

I shake my fists in jubilation when we win. I drop my head and sulk and mutter when we lose – damn referee, bloody opponents, only I can criticize my team when they perform badly. Woe betide a non-supporter who dares speak out against my boys. I’ll wear my jersey with pride whether or not we win matches or cups or leagues. They are my boys. My team.

How do you explain that lift in your heart when you watch your team advance on goal? That jubilation that roars in your ears and clenches your fists in excitement? The way I constantly mutter to myself during a game – “C’mon boys. You can do it. C’mon team. Let’s do this.” I’m not crazy – well, just crazy about football. Joga Bonito – the beautiful game. The beautiful, beautiful game.

I am part of Liverpool, just as they are part of me. It will always be “we”. “We” won, “we” lost, did you see that bloody brilliant goal that “we” scored last night, “we” are five-time Champions League winners. I am and will always be a true Reds supporter, they’ve grabbed me by the heart and gladly I submit to the worthiest team ever to be supported. My boys, my team, my Liverpool.

By the way, Marseille has possibly the ugliest jersey I’ve ever seen.

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to get out of the damned house.

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At least THREE valid calls for penalties denied. What on earth was up with that??

Referee needs to get his eyes checked; and I’m being excessively polite.

Ugh. Here ends our lovely unbeaten run in the Premier League.

Sulk.

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I have a severe hatred for smoking and for tobacco. Cigarettes, cigars, sheesha, everything that possibly contains tobacco I have a virulent hatred for. Smokers who persist in fouling up the air provoke violent reactions in me. Only yesterday I saw a mother puffing away and holding her cigarette in her hand, which was right at the level of her child’s head – ensuring that her little one got poisonous lungfuls of smoke between her own puffs. He was probably smoking more than she was. What kind of seriously screwed up mother would do that to her own child?

Smoking is an utterly repugnant, disgusting habit; not only does it unleash upon the smoker a whole host of ills, it ensures the smoker is not alone in his misery but kills everyone around him/her as well. If you want to kill yourself, I can’t stop you (one less smoker in the world!) but keep your cancer sticks to yourself. I like being able to breathe fresh, clean air; I have absolutely no desire to join you in your slow suicide. Murder yourself and your own loved ones. Don’t you dare touch me or mine.

The fact that smoking causes lung disease and oral cancer isn’t exactly news, and only tobacco industry executives would express (feigned) shock at being told. But cigarettes can lead to a whole slew of problems involving every system of your tar-filled body, and most people aren’t aware of this.

The American Council on Science and Health’s book Cigarettes: What the Warning Label Doesn’t Tell You is the first comprehensive look at the medical evidence of all types of harm triggered by smoking. Referencing over 450 articles from medical journals and reviewed by 45 experts — mainly medical doctors and PhDs. If this book doesn’t convince you to quit, nothing will.

Among some of the things that cancer sticks do:

Besides cancers of the head, neck, and lungs, ciggies are especially connected to cancers of the bladder, kidney, pancreas, and cervix. Newer evidence is adding leukemia and colorectal cancer to the list. Recent studies have also found at least a doubling of risk among smokers for cancers of the vulva and penis, as well as an eight-fold risk of anal cancer for men and a nine-fold risk for women.

Smoking trashes the ability of blood to flow, which results in a sixteen-fold greater risk of peripheral vascular disease. This triggers pain in the legs and arms, which often leads to an inability to walk and, in some instances, gangrene and/or amputation. Seventy-six percent of all cases are caused by smoking, more than for any other factor, including diabetes, obesity, and high blood pressure.

Smokers are at least two to three times more likely to develop the heartbreak of psoriasis. Even if that doesn’t happen, they’ll look old before their time. The American Council tells us, “Smokers in their 40s have facial wrinkles similar to those of nonsmokers in their 60s.”

Smokers require more anesthesia for surgery, and they recover much more slowly. In fact, wounds of all kinds take longer to heal for smokers.

Puffing helps to weaken bones, soft tissue, and spinal discs, causing all kinds of musculo-skeletal pain, more broken bones and ruptured discs, and longer healing time. “A non-smoker’s leg heals an average of 80 percent faster than a smoker’s broken leg.”

Smoking is heavily related to osteoporosis, the loss of bone mass, which results in brittle bones and more breaks.

Cigarettes interfere with your ability to have kids. “The fertility rates of women who smoke are about 30 percent lower than those of nonsmokers.” If you’re an idiot who continues to smoke while you’re expecting —- even in this day and age, some people, including stars Catherine Zeta-Jones and Courtney Love, do this – you increase the risks of miscarriage,stillbirth, premature birth, low birth weight, underdevelopment, and cleft pallet. If your child is able to survive outside the womb, it will have a heavily elevated risk of crib death (SIDS), allergies, and intellectual impairment.

Smoking also does a serious number on sperm, resulting in more deformed cells, less ability of them to swim, smaller loads, and a drastic decrease in overall number of the little fellas. The larger population of misshapen sperm probably increases the risk of miscarriages and birth defects, so even if mommy doesn’t smoke, daddy could still cause problems. What’s more, because smoking hurts blood flow, male smokers are at least twice as likely to be unable to get it up.

Besides shutting down blood flow to the little head, smoking interferes with the blood going to the big head in both sexes. This causes one quarter of all strokes. It also makes these strokes more likely to occur earlier in life and more likely to be fatal.

“Depression — whether viewed a sa trait, a symptom or a diagnosable disorder — is over-represented among smokers.” Unfortunately, it’s unclear how the two are related. Does smoking cause depression, or does depression lead to smoking? Or, most likely, do the two feed on each other in a vicious cycle?

“Smokers experience sudden hearing loss an average of 16 years earlier than do never smokers.” Smokers and former smokers have an increased risk of developing cataracts, abnormal eye movements, inflammation of the optic nerve, permanent blindness from lack of blood flow, and the most severe form of macular degeneration.

Lighting up increases plaque,gum disease, and tooth loss. It also makes it likelier that you’ll develop diabetes, stomach ulcers, colon polyps, and Crohn’s disease.

Smoking trashes the immune system in myriad ways, with the overall result being that you’re more susceptible to disease and allergies.

And let’s not forget that second-hand smoke has horrible effects on the estimated 42 percent of toddlers and infants who are forced to inhale it in their homes: According to the Environmental Protection Agency (EPA), children’s “passive smoking,” as it is called, results in hundreds of thousands of cases of bronchitis, pneumonia, ear infections, and worsened asthma. Worse yet, the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention estimates that 702 children younger than one year die each year as a result of
sudden infant death syndrome (SIDS), worsened asthma and serious respiratory infections.

It’s very surprising to note that smoking can have a few health benefits. Because they zap women’s estrogen levels, cigarettes can lead to less endometriosis and other conditions related to the hormone. Smoking also decreases the risk of developing osteoarthritis in the knees, perhaps because the pliability of thin bones takes some pressure off of the cartilage. And because it jacks up dopamine levels, it helps ward off Parkinson’s disease. Of course, these benefits seem to be side effects of the hazards of smoking, so the trade-off hardly seems worth it.

-taken from 50 Things They Don’t Want You to Know

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