Help out my friend’s autistic brother by taking a look at his Let’s Play YouTube!
He’s amazingly dedicated with hundreds of videos and games, and if you leave even the smallest comment on a video, he will rave about it for days! However, he gets so few views he’s been getting so down about it…
If you get a chance, if you have a minute, check him out and leave a little comment. He’s got so many games uploaded, one of your favorites may be among them! Even a little comment like, “Wow, I really love this game! Thanks for playing it!” would be super extraordinary!
Thank you so much for taking your time to read this and consider!
Hello everyone! I currently live in China and work as an ESL Teacher. However, with the virus outbreak, schools have been shut down and everyone has been confined to their homes, which means its been nearly two months without pay ;v;
I’d be extraordinarily grateful for any help!
Examples:
Pricing: Busts/ full color - $25 Full Body/ full color - $40
Can Draw: Pretty much anything, but I would prefer to avoid highly sexual works. Some light nsfw stuff is okay though!
Payments: Made via PayPal
Contact me at: emily.l.francis@hotmail.com
Thank you very much for any help reblogging and for your consideration! ;V;
@elfsama (Jingling) and I (Bingbing) are in China looking for the meatiest, mushiest dishes it has to offer!
Follow my travels in China by following this blog, @bingbinginchina and feel free to follow us on Youtube too~ (let us know if you’d like to see us try anything else in China or are curious about anything.)
My sister is a realtor and winning this local competition really helps her get publicity and clients. If you have about a minute to spare I would be grateful if you could click the link below and vote for my sister! ;v;
You can vote once a day if you’d like to get more votes in for her, but even one vote is better than none! So anything is great!
She is under: People —> Realtor —> Liz Francis: North Acre Real Estate
It was my first night in China. My
suitcase was unpacked, and I was quietly freaking out in my room because
I just arrived in China. I was sitting in my room, staring out the window. I
was jetlagged; horribly exhausted but unable to sleep. My head blared with so
many voices. ‘This is not your routine,’ they kept saying. ‘This is not your
home. This isn’t right, you have things to do, why don’t you do them?’ I felt
like pacing but didn’t. I wanted to do something -anything- but didn’t know
what. Every part of me was tired and awake at the same time.
My eyes drifted from the window to
the floor. There was something moving across the wooden panels. It was a large
bug with a dark shell. I watched it, fascinated. I wasn’t afraid of it in the
least. Rather, I was inquisitive. My brain was thankful for the distraction.
I watched this insect, thinking it
was a cockroach. I relished in the relief of its existence. This was right. I
prepared for this. ‘I read about the cockroaches in China,’ I thought to myself
dreamily. ‘Seems only right I’d find one right away.’ I continued to stare, feeling
a casual familiarity with this insect. Everything seemed stable now that I saw
it… and then I tried squishing it with a napkin, because it was a bug and it
was in my friend’s home and I didn’t want her to walk in and get embarrassed by
it. It took a little while to kill (which only seemed to confirm to me that it
was a cockroach because I heard cockroaches were tough). After a little help from
my shoe, I eventually squished it, threw away its carcass, and finally went to
bed. (What a good friend I was, right? I was sparing my buddy’s feelings. I
wouldn’t tell her about the bug, it wasn’t her problem. She didn’t need to
know. I wasn’t afraid of them. It was fine.)
So, the next day rolls around. By
some crazy coincidence, we start talking about the cockroaches that exist in
China. “But they don’t live around this region,” her husband reassured me. I didn’t
say anything to this. I didn’t know what to say. It wasn’t like I could
say, ‘hey buddy, I got news for you! I saw a big roach in my room last night
and it took a significant amount of strength, dexterity, and cunning to kill
that sucker!’ Nor could I could say, ‘hey, I think you had one in your house
but you know, I could be wrong.’ How do I know what Chinese cockroaches look
like or where they live?
I kept quiet, ate what was in
front of me, and wondered about the bug that I killed… was it really a
cockroach?
Later that evening, my friend was telling
me all about my new roommate (her turtle), who apparently used to dine on giant
beetles before she found out it was constipating him. “We’ve been releasing the
beetles a few at a time,” she told me. “We only have two left. We’ll put them
in the garden when we go out today.”
‘Well shit.’ I thought. That’s
what that was.
She checked her small supply of
beetles. I already knew what she’d find. “Hey,” she said, “one of them is missing.”
‘You don’t say~’ I thought,
sweating a bit. ‘Imagine that.’
“I guess we’ll just take this one
out for now.”
“Yeah, good plan.” I said. ‘Oh
god. These are her beetles. She keeps them alive and puts them in the garden
and calls them her ‘little friends.’ I decapitated one of her friends the other
night thinking it was a cockroach and I was doing her a favor. Oh geeze.’
We put the lone surviving beetle
in the bushes outside. I stared at it, shaking my head. It looked exactly like
the other one. ‘Son of a bitch.’ I thought. ‘What an idiot.’
“It’s probably going to die out
here, but I like to give it a chance.”
Oh god! Beetle! Whhhhy!? I sobbed
in my head.
“So, have you thought anymore
about that blog of yours?”
“Yes.” I said. “I have a
confession to make.”
“Oh, what is it?”
“You’ll see, buddy.” I said. “You’ll
see.”
I started writing this blog post
days ago. Funny enough, we found another beetle as I wrote it, and I confessed
my sin aloud in person.
These beetles really know how to lay on the guilt, I
tell ya.
This blog post is dedicated to
that beetle (who wasn’t a cockroach) I killed.
Rest in peace, buddy. Rest in
peace.
—
Also, just when you thought riding bikes was universal and had the rug pulled out from under you on that account, the Chinese apparently count on their fingers differently too!
Say whaaa-!
(Don’t laugh at me 2nd grade children! I never knew!)
my 16 yearr old son is watching over my shoulder and we’re both crying
I use this in my cheder classes at synagogue when we’re learning about Gemilut Chasidim, acts of loving kindness. It’s really important to start the message off with the point that no religion corners the market on that concept. This is an amazing and life affirming commercial of all things. Brilliant.
Onward to the, much delayed, Part 2! More museum goodies to feast your eyes on as the exhausted parents trudged behind the more energetic me!
Bells for a great ancient instrument. An expensive necklace, especially for the time. Made of jade and cowrie shells (which were once the official currency). Turtle shells were what the Chinese would write on before silk and paper. Another instrument known to China~ The back of an old mirror~
No time to sleep long! For the next day were were up bright and early for a hotel breakfast before charging out to the bus and to the national museum in Beijing!
Be prepared for beautiful artifacts, and wine vessels.
However, despite our hurrying, we still got caught in a long line where people cutting in was common, and so was angered yelling at cutters.
Here’s some reference you might find useful through this photo set~ One of our first recognizable wine vessels. Manyy of what you see should be assumed to be a wine vessel. Including these! A jade necklace~ A mold for arrowheads! Old copper mirrors.A wine vessel~ And another wine vessel~ And more! Just keep assuming these wine vessels! This is a lamp. An expensive jade necklace~
