Photo 26 Aug 3,543 notes brusier:

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renaface:

AHAHAHAHAH , the ‘k.’ gets me everytime 

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todas son asi jajajaja

brusier:

hyruleneedsme:

renaface:

AHAHAHAHAH , the ‘k.’ gets me everytime 

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todas son asi jajajaja

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Photo 24 Aug 48,342 notes hay-girl-hay-lesbifriends:

This literally happens to me everyday. Damn sexy lap top. 

hay-girl-hay-lesbifriends:

This literally happens to me everyday. Damn sexy lap top. 

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Text 24 Aug Problem with Sao

So here’s the deal, on Sunday I rotated departments from Front Office to the bar. The bar manager (her name’s Sao) is absolutely crazy and hit me for stuff that wasn’t my fault / I didn’t do. Even if I had done something wrong she has no right to hit me.

Anyway, here’s the story

[16:35:30] Roberto Broçe: 2 days ago some guests came up to me telling me they wanted the drink of the week called “Passion in Green”. I didn’t know how to do it so I asked my coworkers and they told me the procedure and the ingredients but the missed one ingredient, the passion fruit.

[16:35:33] Roberto Broçe: so i made the drink for the guests without the passion fruit and they loved it

[16:35:37] Roberto Broçe: and they ordered 10 of them

[16:35:47] Roberto Broçe: anyway, i did it only for them

[16:35:57] Roberto Broçe: then at night the manager comes (she’s not there in the daytime)

[16:36:05] Roberto Broçe: and she yells at me because i forgot the passion fruit

[16:36:15] Roberto Broçe: so i go up to them and tell em that i’m sorry the original drink is with passion fruit

[16:36:23] Roberto Broçe: they said it was ok they don’t like passion fruit anyway

[16:36:56] Roberto Broçe: that’s one

[16:37:04] Roberto Broçe: 2. The same people asked me for an ashtray

[16:37:15] Roberto Broçe: I asked my coworkers for an ashtray and they give me one

[16:38:31] Roberto Broçe: Then at night, the manager tells me they can’t smoke

[16:38:33] Roberto Broçe: no wait

[16:38:37] Roberto Broçe: she doesn’t tell me

[16:38:42] Roberto Broçe: she YELLS at me that they can’t smoke

[16:38:57] Roberto Broçe: i tried to tell her i had no idea cause none of my coworkers told me

[16:39:03] Roberto Broçe: but she wouldnt listen

[16:39:08] Roberto Broçe: then the 3rd and biggest one

[16:39:21] Roberto Broçe: 3. 5 mins before happy hour ended these guests wanted a long island ice tea

[16:39:41] Roberto Broçe: so i go up to the manager and tell her that they want a long island iced tea

[16:39:54] Roberto Broçe: then she tells me the happy hour is over and the bar is closed

[16:40:01] Roberto Broçe: so i go up to the guest and tell him it’s closed

[16:40:17] Roberto Broçe: then he looks at his watch and tells me that it’s still 5 mins missing, and i tell him that’s what my manager told me

[16:40:26] Roberto Broçe: then he asked me to bring her to him cause he wanted to talk to her

[16:40:31] Roberto Broçe: so he talks to her

[16:40:50] Roberto Broçe: and afterwards she takes me to the kitchen and starts YELLING AT THE TOP OF HER LUNGS stuff like

[16:41:04] Roberto Broçe: “I DONT KNOW WHAT YOU TOLD THEM BUT THEY WERE REALLY ANGRY AT ME” blah blah blah

[16:41:12] Roberto Broçe: and she started yelling at me again about the ashtray and the drink

[16:41:43] Roberto Broçe: so she tells me stuff like

[16:41:54] Roberto Broçe: “YOU CAN’T WORK FOR ME ANYMORE, LEAVE! GO!”

[16:42:14] Roberto Broçe: Anyway, next day I get changed to another bar where she is not

[16:42:47] Sylvia: so at which point she hit u?

[16:42:50] Roberto Broçe: no no

[16:42:52] Roberto Broçe: she hit me today

[16:42:56] Sylvia: why?

[16:42:58] Roberto Broçe: that was just building up the story

[16:42:59] Roberto Broçe: wait

[16:43:03] Sylvia: okayyy

[16:43:06] Roberto Broçe: today

[16:43:07] Sylvia: go onn

[16:43:17] Roberto Broçe: i was learning how to do some drinks

[16:43:22] Roberto Broçe: and there were these girls there

[16:43:30] Roberto Broçe: so i asked them so try the drink and tell me if it’s okay (they only sipped it.)

[16:43:37] Roberto Broçe: that’s one

[16:44:00] Roberto Broçe: then the 2nd one (i recognize this was my fault) i entered the bar not by the door but by the bar (like, i jumped it)

[16:44:18] Roberto Broçe: it was on the same level as the floor for the restaurant so i just walked over the bar

[16:44:25] Roberto Broçe: now, i understand that last one was my fauly

[16:44:27] Roberto Broçe: *fault

[16:44:38] Roberto Broçe: but then she saw me doing that and she called me over to the kitchen

[16:44:44] Roberto Broçe: (cause she was walking by)

[16:45:04] Roberto Broçe: and starts really YELLING and I mean YELLING to me that I can’t give free drinks to guests and I can’t walk over the bar like that

[16:45:18] Roberto Broçe: and tells me I cannot come close to the bars and I cannot make drinks or else I’m DEAD

[16:45:42] Roberto Broçe: She’s telling me that the restaurant manager already told me that I couldn’t give guests drinks for free for them to try (LIES.)

[16:45:48] Roberto Broçe: And I’m like “LET ME EXPLAIN…”

[16:45:52] Roberto Broçe: and that’s when she hits me

And it’s not an innocent slap, she hits me in the middle of the face with her open hand, kind of like pushing my face. After she hits me like three different types of demons crawl into my body and I go crazy, yelling at her stuff like “THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU CRAZY BITCH?” and she sees me getting aggressive, grabs a glass and was going to throw it at me.

After that happened I left and went directly to the Front Office manager, told her what happened and afterwards I did a written complaint, the security cameras caught her hitting me and I explained the situation to the security guards and some Human Resources people, tomorrow I’m talking to the HR manager and the F&B manager.

I’m not resting until I see her fired.

Text 19 Aug Incidente en motocicleta

Bueno aquí el cuento:

Estaba manejando mi moto de lo más feliz en el medio de la nada por una calle algo resbalosa pero nada que no pudiera manejar. De repente se me tira una tipa y paso por un charco donde había una coladera, perdí el balance, me caí y la moto fue por su rumbo también besando el piso. Me levanté y tenía raspaduras en las manos, los codos, las rodillas y mi brazo derecho. Estaba sangrando bastante pero tenía un kit de primeros auxilios en la moto y me limpié y no hubo problema. El problema es que la cadena de la moto se salió y necesitaba herramientas para repararlo, las cuales no tenía (recuerden que estoy en el medio de la nada). Unos 5-10 minutos luego pasa un pickup con unos 4 obreros Tailandeses. Me ven varado en el medio de la calle con una moto que no se mueve y se orillan cerca de donde yo estaba. 
Los obreros caminaron hacia donde yo estaba y trataron de preguntarme algo, pero como mis habilidades de Tailandés son bastante básicas no les entendí lo que quisieron decir. Los obreros prosiguieron a analizar mi moto, después de un par de minutos regresaron a su carro y buscaron una caja de herramientas. Después de como 1 hora de desarmar, arreglar, y volver a armar finalmente arreglaron la cadena. Acto seguido intentamos prender la moto y esta no sólo no prendía sino que estaba botando aceite.
Después de otra hora de nosotros tratar de reparar la moto nos rendimos y montaron mi moto a su pick-up y fuimos al taller de Honda.
Me dejaron ahí y hablaron con el mecánico explicándole el problema (ya que no hablo Tailandés) y se montaron en su carro y se fueron. Yo traté de darles dinero (ya que era lo único que tenía) como forma de gratitud por salvarme de el medio de la nada pero ellos no aceptaban.
Me arreglaron la moto y me dejaron la reparación en 100 baht (3 dolares) porque me veía que no tenía mucha plata (estaba todo sucio, ensangrentado y sudado jajaja también mi ropa estaba vuelta miercoles).
Agarré la moto y fui a una gasolinera para llenar el tanque y cuando lo llené me di cuenta que no tenía idea de donde estaba. Nunca había estado en la ciudad con la moto, siempre había estado en taxis y por ende no tenía que prestar atención de las direcciones.
Empecé a manejar pensando que encontraría mi camino pero nada, no tenía idea de donde estaba. Asi que fui al Bangkok Phuket hospital y pregunté que si me podían ayudar a encontrar el camino devuelta al hotel. Las tipas del hospital me consiguieron mapas y hasta me imprimieron un mapa de google maps y me explicaron como llegar. Salí bien confianzudo de que ahora sí sabía a donde tenía que ir pero me di cuenta que todas las calles y etc. estaban en Tailandés y no las podía leer, asi que me perdí de nuevo.
Paré en un estacionamiento al lado de un banco a revisar el mapa y una muchacha del banco vino a donde mi y me preguntó (en Inglés) que si me podía ayudar. Le explique que iba al ‘Siray bay’ y ella me dijo que me podía llevar.
Asi que la seguí y ella me llevo por todo el camino hasta mi hotel y se fue, a ella también le intenté pagar pero no quiso aceptar el dinero.

Quedé estupefacto de la bondad y amabilidad de los Tailandeses. Tan lindos eran que por unos momentos pensé que me iban a robar o algo, pero no, todo lo hicieron porque son buenas personas. Increíble

Text 2 Apr In the past 36 hours 3 people have said…

"Whenever I’m around you I feel like I’m going to get arrested" haahahahhaa

Text 2 Apr Man honestly

I need an apartment downtown.

Photo 1 Apr 6,613 notes ifistedyourmother:

theriotmag:

stfuantichoicers:

pansymandy:

Do it, I dare you. Abortion is WRONG. Pass it on pro-lifers.

SPOILER ALERT
Here’s what comes up in the first frame of Google Images:
Several political cartoons (both pro-and anti-choice)
This infographic about the dangers of unsafe abortion in countries where it is illegal
This BAMF
2 images that could possibly be of an actual first trimester abortion (90% of all abortions).
6 images that are of late-term abortions (<2% of all abortions), which are only legal in cases to preserve the woman’s life/health or in cases of severe fetal abnormality.
I’m still pro-choice.
Now it’s your turn. Google for “back alley abortion.” But don’t click on images this time- I want you to form an informed opinion based on facts.
Click the first link. Read about all of the women who died pre-Roe and all of the women and girls dying now because of restrictions on safe and legal abortion.
Click the second link. It’s an article that cites a peer-reviewed source, confirming what you just read on Wikipedia.
Click the third link. It’s the recollection of a woman who had a pre-Roe back-alley abortion. It’s horrific, and she was one of the lucky ones.
Are you satisfied, or did you bother reading at all? Ok, go ahead and click images. That second picture is of Geraldine Santoro’s lifeless body. (Trigger warning for images in that article). She died when she attempted to induce abortion in the fear that her estranged husband would murder her for being pregnant with another man. She hemorrhaged to death, alone in a seedy motel room. She left behind two daughters to be raised by their abusive father.
So what about now? Are you pro-choice, or are you still clinging to the idealogical dogma of sacrificing real, breathing, feeling women for unconscious, unfeeling fetuses? Which of us is truly “anti-life?”

Reblogged, obviously, for commentary.

^^^

ifistedyourmother:

theriotmag:

stfuantichoicers:

pansymandy:

Do it, I dare you. Abortion is WRONG. Pass it on pro-lifers.

SPOILER ALERT

Here’s what comes up in the first frame of Google Images:

I’m still pro-choice.

Now it’s your turn. Google for “back alley abortion.” But don’t click on images this time- I want you to form an informed opinion based on facts.

Click the first link. Read about all of the women who died pre-Roe and all of the women and girls dying now because of restrictions on safe and legal abortion.

Click the second link. It’s an article that cites a peer-reviewed source, confirming what you just read on Wikipedia.

Click the third link. It’s the recollection of a woman who had a pre-Roe back-alley abortion. It’s horrific, and she was one of the lucky ones.

Are you satisfied, or did you bother reading at all? Ok, go ahead and click images. That second picture is of Geraldine Santoro’s lifeless body. (Trigger warning for images in that article). She died when she attempted to induce abortion in the fear that her estranged husband would murder her for being pregnant with another man. She hemorrhaged to death, alone in a seedy motel room. She left behind two daughters to be raised by their abusive father.

So what about now? Are you pro-choice, or are you still clinging to the idealogical dogma of sacrificing real, breathing, feeling women for unconscious, unfeeling fetuses? Which of us is truly “anti-life?”

Reblogged, obviously, for commentary.

^^^

Text 1 Apr 1 note omfg!

Tumblr is not blocked in China anymore!

Photo 13 Nov 1,359 notes I guess I’m screwed.

I guess I’m screwed.

Text 12 Nov And I need a psychologist.

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