<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693146585308664741</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:47:44.853Z</updated><category term='informative'/><category term='gaeilge'/><category term='little pleasures'/><category term='lament'/><category term='deep thoughts'/><title type='text'>Life after the Leaving</title><subtitle type='html'>This Blog was born from being entrapped by my preparations for The Leaving Certificate Examinations. One wants to get away from the stress of it all. But held in there and the Exams are over for me. And as part of my Summer List, a blog entitled &lt;i&gt;Life after the Leaving&lt;/i&gt; was born. God only knows what will come up on this blog spawned from my sponteneity and mind-set... That's a glimse of it all. Read what you want, and comment with what you want, but keep an open mind...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693146585308664741/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cian Ó Laoghaire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255259874449023943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnrcawsmZ4s/SqFdfBIvRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/jdT9M40LTrA/S220/IMG000011.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693146585308664741.post-1011270699475155717</id><published>2010-05-23T22:20:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T22:25:21.534+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little pleasures'/><title type='text'>Eh, getting high on JESUS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This seems to be an interesting occurance. I can follow some of the logic which is being put forward, even though there is not much logical about God, and it appeals to me in a little way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll let you figure out what you think of it yourself&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object id="ce_92326344" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://current.com/e/92326344/en_GB"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://current.com/e/92326344/en_GB" width="400" height="300" wmode="transparent" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/693146585308664741-1011270699475155717?l=lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/feeds/1011270699475155717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/2010/05/eh-getting-high-on-jesus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693146585308664741/posts/default/1011270699475155717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693146585308664741/posts/default/1011270699475155717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/2010/05/eh-getting-high-on-jesus.html' title='Eh, getting high on JESUS!!!'/><author><name>Cian Ó Laoghaire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255259874449023943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnrcawsmZ4s/SqFdfBIvRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/jdT9M40LTrA/S220/IMG000011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693146585308664741.post-5969146539399034124</id><published>2010-05-16T21:20:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T21:41:38.722+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lament'/><title type='text'>Eh, the end of an acedemic year</title><content type='html'>There are a few days left paid up in my student accommodation. But what seems to have happened is that I'm not looking forward to leaving this place. The atmosphere is savage, most the people are good fun. But I know that everyone else is going home so the atmosphere is gonna be gone anyway... Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home it is then...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/693146585308664741-5969146539399034124?l=lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/feeds/5969146539399034124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/2010/05/eh-end-of-acedemic-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693146585308664741/posts/default/5969146539399034124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693146585308664741/posts/default/5969146539399034124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/2010/05/eh-end-of-acedemic-year.html' title='Eh, the end of an acedemic year'/><author><name>Cian Ó Laoghaire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255259874449023943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnrcawsmZ4s/SqFdfBIvRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/jdT9M40LTrA/S220/IMG000011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693146585308664741.post-1779152697579354743</id><published>2010-05-14T16:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T16:58:11.039+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little pleasures'/><title type='text'>Eh, FIRST TIME SEX ............</title><content type='html'>A girl asks her boyfriend to come over Friday night to meet, and have a dinner with her parents.&lt;br /&gt;Since this is such a big event, the girl announces to her boyfriend that after dinner, she would like to go out and make love for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;The boy is ecstatic, but he has never had sex before, so he takes a trip to the pharmacist to get some condoms. He tells the pharmacist it's his first time and the pharmacist helps the boy for about an hour. He tells the boy everything there is to know about condoms and sex. At the register, the pharmacist asks the boy how many condoms he'd like to buy, a 3-pack, 10-pack, or family pack. The boy insists on the family pack because he thinks he will be rather busy, it being his first time and all.&lt;br /&gt;That night, the boy shows up at the girl's parents house and meets his girlfriend at the door. 'Oh, I'm so excited for you to meet my parents, come on in!' The boy goes inside and is taken to the dinner table where the girl's parents are seated. The boy quickly offers to say grace and bows his head. A minute passes, and the boy is still deep in prayer, with his head down.&lt;br /&gt;10 minutes pass, and still no movement from the boy..&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after 20 minutes with his head down, the girlfriend leans over and whispers to the boyfriend, 'I had no idea you were this religious' The boy turns, and whispers back, 'I had no idea your father was a pharmacist'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/693146585308664741-1779152697579354743?l=lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/feeds/1779152697579354743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/2010/05/eh-first-time-sex.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693146585308664741/posts/default/1779152697579354743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693146585308664741/posts/default/1779152697579354743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/2010/05/eh-first-time-sex.html' title='Eh, FIRST TIME SEX ............'/><author><name>Cian Ó Laoghaire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255259874449023943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnrcawsmZ4s/SqFdfBIvRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/jdT9M40LTrA/S220/IMG000011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693146585308664741.post-6337395307982240222</id><published>2010-05-08T22:58:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T23:15:59.547+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep thoughts'/><title type='text'>Eh, as many puddles as possible</title><content type='html'>In recent times I have tried things which others may think strangely of me. Now I don't care what they think as long as they don't change how they act towards me in a negative manner. Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been told that to find out the type of person you want to be with you ought to try as many different types as you can. This makes sense to me. How can someone say they don't like something if they have never tried it? This seems important to me now as I progress on in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming from the movie '&lt;em&gt;Yes, Man&lt;/em&gt;' I see the point of the story. Blocking new experiences by refusing them, by saying no, by avoiding them. I've learned lessons and gained experiences from accepting challenges and requests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only thing I would say about saying yes to everything, is being smart about saying smart to things. If you think it'll cause you harm, damage, injury or heartbreak then &lt;strong&gt;don't do it&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I've dipped my toe in a puddle recently. It was deeper than I had thought, but it was a new experience. I don't regret it. Why should I? But the point is, I've tried that puddle, now I know that I don't want to put my foot in it. And this person adn I have agreed the depth we are going to go. Which is fine, it saves us stress and worry about the awkwardness between us! And now, after some dirty dancing a little friendship has started splurting its roots...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/693146585308664741-6337395307982240222?l=lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/feeds/6337395307982240222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/2010/05/eh-as-many-puddles-as-possible.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693146585308664741/posts/default/6337395307982240222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693146585308664741/posts/default/6337395307982240222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/2010/05/eh-as-many-puddles-as-possible.html' title='Eh, as many puddles as possible'/><author><name>Cian Ó Laoghaire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255259874449023943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnrcawsmZ4s/SqFdfBIvRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/jdT9M40LTrA/S220/IMG000011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693146585308664741.post-354102359379972191</id><published>2010-03-04T18:39:00.007Z</published><updated>2010-03-20T23:19:28.347Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='informative'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little pleasures'/><title type='text'>Eh, a promise of a hug.</title><content type='html'>I'm after being promised a hug as a symbol of appreciation. I asked what type of hug I would be looking forward to. And she didn't think there was more than one type of hug! Or style of hugging, whichever term you prefer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Quick Hello Hug;&lt;br /&gt;This is a quick embrace with only a momentary period of contact. Contact may just be with arms around the partner's body and bare minimum of the chest, and light pressure. Both parties may not stand within each other's personal space. Friendship is the relationship between these two people at nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Good-Friend Hello Hug;&lt;br /&gt;This is a little longer than the previous Quick Hello Hug. That is because of the length of time and level of comfort of both people in this relationship. They may have gone through a bit more than the previous pair and know their boundries better than the first couple. They will step in closer so the feet are pretty much touching. More intimate than the first, but still not lovey dovey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Man Hug;&lt;br /&gt;Only used between two hetrosexual men. This can go very wrong for some guys. I found a good article on it before. Here's a video&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.videojug.com/film/how-to-give-a-great-man-to-man-hug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 'I miss you' Hug;&lt;br /&gt;This hug can be preceeded by a little run up and a jump, depending on the circumstances. The grip of this hug is strongest and may be accompanied by the bigger lifting the smaller person up off their feet or side to side rotation (saggital rotation for those who know the lingo, or even transverse rotation). The majority of the body could be in contact. Personal space isn't an issue at all as both people would find the comfort zone and stick with it. The duration can last for much longer than the previous two hugs because of the amount of time the pair have not been with each other. This is not only for a couple in a relationship, but also close friends who genuinely missed each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 'I love you' Hug;&lt;br /&gt;The most loving of all hugs. The longest lasting, time wise. As much of each person's body would be in contact as possible. They feel like they are one. A lovely warmth emits from both people and they can feel more complete than before their loving warm embrace. There is not a whole load of movement as both people enjoy their body's in still contact. The duration can feel like it could last forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a sample of the hugs I can think of at the moment. Let me know of any other ones you can thin kof which I've missed out on. So for the person who owes me a hug, make your choice I know my preferred one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one more video;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N_ifl9IZBaU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N_ifl9IZBaU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/693146585308664741-354102359379972191?l=lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnrcawsmZ4s/SqFdfBIvRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/jdT9M40LTrA/S220/IMG000011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693146585308664741.post-1823803738054866166</id><published>2010-02-13T21:19:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-02-13T22:47:12.011Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little pleasures'/><title type='text'>Eh, killings in games</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZKIOifaCT5A&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZKIOifaCT5A&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/693146585308664741-1823803738054866166?l=lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/feeds/1823803738054866166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/2010/02/eh-killings-in-games.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693146585308664741/posts/default/1823803738054866166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693146585308664741/posts/default/1823803738054866166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/2010/02/eh-killings-in-games.html' title='Eh, killings in games'/><author><name>Cian Ó Laoghaire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255259874449023943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnrcawsmZ4s/SqFdfBIvRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/jdT9M40LTrA/S220/IMG000011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693146585308664741.post-8544261871287699292</id><published>2010-02-13T11:53:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-13T12:14:57.171Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep thoughts'/><title type='text'>Eh, in that cave</title><content type='html'>Sitting in that cave is not the best place to be, but why the hell not enjoy what you have at the moment? That is a take on things which ought to be adopted at certain moments in life. In the awkward, the good, the happy etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting alone waiting for the answers to appear is handy sometimes because it ain't tinted information you are getting. But there has to be an element of a search in the meantime. Just thinking aloud to someone and them asking the right questions, in a safe environment of course. It does actually yield results, you may not get answers but you may get questions you need to answer for yourself. They are the answers which I refer to. Thinking on the questions posed to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, everything makes sense and you get your answers and it all falls into place. But the length of time it'd take for that to happen is varying. That isn't great in terms of making long term plans! Aww well...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/693146585308664741-8544261871287699292?l=lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/feeds/8544261871287699292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/2010/02/eh-in-that-cave.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693146585308664741/posts/default/8544261871287699292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693146585308664741/posts/default/8544261871287699292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/2010/02/eh-in-that-cave.html' title='Eh, in that cave'/><author><name>Cian Ó Laoghaire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255259874449023943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnrcawsmZ4s/SqFdfBIvRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/jdT9M40LTrA/S220/IMG000011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693146585308664741.post-1631442989069679996</id><published>2010-01-25T20:32:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-25T21:08:18.374Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little pleasures'/><title type='text'>Eh, a form of stress release</title><content type='html'>The Whoopee Cushion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnrcawsmZ4s/S14Ce4-e_fI/AAAAAAAAAEo/XZot9Y9jVBg/s1600-h/whoopee_cushion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 293px; HEIGHT: 293px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430780930369191410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnrcawsmZ4s/S14Ce4-e_fI/AAAAAAAAAEo/XZot9Y9jVBg/s320/whoopee_cushion.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was invented in 1930 in Toronto, Canada by employees of a company called JEM Rubber Co. They were messing with some of their scrap sheets of rubbers. The guy in charge of JEM Rubber went to Samuel Adams, who ran a practical joke company, but refused to take on the new idea claiming that it was too vulgar and would never sell. JEM then offered the idea to the Johnson Smith Company who sold it with great success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the 90's an advancement was made on the Whoopee Cushion, a springy foam was added into the inside of it so draw air into it. And the self-inflating whoopee cushion was born (Wikipedia is a good friend of mine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I got myself a small whoopee cushion, about the size of my palm. It is easy to squeeze and laugh at. It relieves muscle tension in the arm and makes me laugh on most occasions when I'm feeling child-like. These envoke the relaxation response which is a good thing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/693146585308664741-1631442989069679996?l=lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/feeds/1631442989069679996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/2010/01/eh-form-of-stress-release.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693146585308664741/posts/default/1631442989069679996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693146585308664741/posts/default/1631442989069679996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/2010/01/eh-form-of-stress-release.html' title='Eh, a form of stress release'/><author><name>Cian Ó Laoghaire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255259874449023943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnrcawsmZ4s/SqFdfBIvRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/jdT9M40LTrA/S220/IMG000011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnrcawsmZ4s/S14Ce4-e_fI/AAAAAAAAAEo/XZot9Y9jVBg/s72-c/whoopee_cushion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693146585308664741.post-2404134671716340255</id><published>2010-01-24T16:04:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-01-24T16:06:31.884Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little pleasures'/><title type='text'>Eh, I'll write a post then title it</title><content type='html'>ffnfbotgptbbgb gbne]j lnb eoepoog e;gi he]g p'ef&lt;br /&gt;3e568ge herpo jeg86e7 6f5 ;kger yirbwafjh pr8ut9234857v igkljfbhsafuny ajfgarg5rg&lt;br /&gt;3s5f4V2fv.bdfgsfug nlsjfbgsfvnlafvb;afugv sfk#'f;gbdf6g7&lt;br /&gt;f+7&lt;br /&gt;5bg#f&lt;br /&gt;4b'l[#aoufgorbg'wrigj]wrgls;gASr[pgoarogl'asfkbvawriyfgt2 vj2348r7;IEJ i47r0srj l; YSFNG;R Yej l/fnb/fgh riyop894t67orhg;eothg654gdf1bgdf;gjr[guerjbg;wiyut4whni47t6w94urpwnflwjbvfg9paweuf2[4nf;kwrhj9prgyur[jgogh oirho[0euwrgnowruyfgwptup5yj45oe-03t=2tgqebghkp¬¬¬bt[9uvnqrutv gjdfhvaudhojpfqpfjiuip€jaruhgopqnvbvowrgnwrnrugyfoisasf;lmvl;abjruowtgtoweuf[fkvajfvba;rugy[wurtp2tnwrlvjbpafuigya[ij'akslfnv;kajsfghpguywrpijmlbnrvgroguipvmlbvuorgy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/693146585308664741-2404134671716340255?l=lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/feeds/2404134671716340255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/2010/01/eh-ill-write-post-then-title-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693146585308664741/posts/default/2404134671716340255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693146585308664741/posts/default/2404134671716340255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/2010/01/eh-ill-write-post-then-title-it.html' title='Eh, I&apos;ll write a post then title it'/><author><name>Cian Ó Laoghaire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255259874449023943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnrcawsmZ4s/SqFdfBIvRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/jdT9M40LTrA/S220/IMG000011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693146585308664741.post-3616093281834157443</id><published>2010-01-18T21:32:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-18T22:56:29.644Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep thoughts'/><title type='text'>Eh, a blank page</title><content type='html'>Anything new has to start somewhere. Usually someone who has something to get done starts somewhere. They have a starting point. An obvious starting off point usually. That is great for them, they can go about their task nice and easily. But what about when the starting point is just as hard to get to as the solution?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then frustration ensues. Chaos within ones mind comes with that territory. You know something has to be done, but with the start is difficult to figure out the path is not so clear. It is like looking at a blank page going 'where do I fucking start' when faced with an exam question you are confused looking at, let alone answering. Us students have been there at some stage or other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where I was. I knew I had to do something. But what it was I had to do I hadn't a clue. It was very frustrating. It was upsetting. Not knowing something is one of the more frustrating things. Not knowing what someone thinks of you after you've said somethnig nice to them, not knowing what the rules of the game you are playing in shoulder deep in it or being asked something you should know and think you know, but the words or knowledge escape you. The brain's capacity to work is dampened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when that happens, you go right back to that blank page you started with. How bad is that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/693146585308664741-3616093281834157443?l=lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/feeds/3616093281834157443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/2010/01/eh-blank-page.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693146585308664741/posts/default/3616093281834157443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693146585308664741/posts/default/3616093281834157443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/2010/01/eh-blank-page.html' title='Eh, a blank page'/><author><name>Cian Ó Laoghaire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255259874449023943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnrcawsmZ4s/SqFdfBIvRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/jdT9M40LTrA/S220/IMG000011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693146585308664741.post-1828498886095737716</id><published>2010-01-15T14:48:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-15T14:51:34.736Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little pleasures'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I came across a Facebook page which has some ingenius maths jokes. Most of which are above my capability, but the ones I do get I apreciate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a video which was posted in the photos album&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nKq6_vjrxMo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nKq6_vjrxMo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With thanks to; http://www.facebook.com/?ref=home#/group.php?gid=2204911489&amp;ref=mf&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/693146585308664741-1828498886095737716?l=lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/feeds/1828498886095737716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-came-across-facebook-page-which-has.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693146585308664741/posts/default/1828498886095737716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693146585308664741/posts/default/1828498886095737716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-came-across-facebook-page-which-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Cian Ó Laoghaire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255259874449023943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnrcawsmZ4s/SqFdfBIvRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/jdT9M40LTrA/S220/IMG000011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693146585308664741.post-8581212330905819769</id><published>2010-01-01T23:17:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-01T23:29:35.666Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep thoughts'/><title type='text'>Eh, Happy New 365</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Fuck New Year Resolutions, unless it is to learn a new skill you never got around to getting it when you were young.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forget New Year Resolutions, loosing weight isn't as fun as building a body is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go for the New Year Guidance Card, it'll draw your attention to things. It'll either comfort you or prepare you for the next 12 months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;New Year to just let things happen and have grattitude for what comes your way. It may be a blessing in diguise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next Decade? We'll see what happens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/693146585308664741-8581212330905819769?l=lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/feeds/8581212330905819769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/2010/01/eh-happy-new-365.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693146585308664741/posts/default/8581212330905819769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693146585308664741/posts/default/8581212330905819769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/2010/01/eh-happy-new-365.html' title='Eh, Happy New 365'/><author><name>Cian Ó Laoghaire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255259874449023943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnrcawsmZ4s/SqFdfBIvRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/jdT9M40LTrA/S220/IMG000011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693146585308664741.post-7955983880926287506</id><published>2009-12-28T17:11:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-01T23:28:54.644Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little pleasures'/><title type='text'>Eh, a Christmas present to be remembered....</title><content type='html'>The set up;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/afreOsPe83M&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/afreOsPe83M&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Reaction;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XvoYm3psHgs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XvoYm3psHgs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" 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href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/2009/12/eh-christmas-present-to-be-remembered.html' title='Eh, a Christmas present to be remembered....'/><author><name>Cian Ó Laoghaire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255259874449023943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnrcawsmZ4s/SqFdfBIvRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/jdT9M40LTrA/S220/IMG000011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693146585308664741.post-9039715680000792648</id><published>2009-12-28T16:55:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-28T16:57:40.415Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little pleasures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lament'/><title type='text'>Eh, Married With Children</title><content type='html'>Who remembers this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KAKaJE4gjYg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KAKaJE4gjYg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has one of the more addictive theme tunes.; 'Love and Marriage, go together like a horse and Carriage'....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/693146585308664741-9039715680000792648?l=lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/feeds/9039715680000792648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/2009/12/eh-married-with-children.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693146585308664741/posts/default/9039715680000792648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693146585308664741/posts/default/9039715680000792648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/2009/12/eh-married-with-children.html' title='Eh,&lt;i&gt; Married With Children&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>Cian Ó Laoghaire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255259874449023943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnrcawsmZ4s/SqFdfBIvRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/jdT9M40LTrA/S220/IMG000011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693146585308664741.post-1442549505981045587</id><published>2009-12-27T22:54:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-27T22:55:09.822Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep thoughts'/><title type='text'>Eh,</title><content type='html'>AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frustration&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/693146585308664741-1442549505981045587?l=lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/feeds/1442549505981045587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/2009/12/eh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693146585308664741/posts/default/1442549505981045587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693146585308664741/posts/default/1442549505981045587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/2009/12/eh.html' title='Eh,'/><author><name>Cian Ó Laoghaire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255259874449023943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnrcawsmZ4s/SqFdfBIvRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/jdT9M40LTrA/S220/IMG000011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693146585308664741.post-747881749440209685</id><published>2009-12-20T00:04:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-12-20T00:46:10.976Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lament'/><title type='text'>Eh, going into the Master's cave</title><content type='html'>The Start of the new stage of my life has taken affect. I'm going to be looking for answers to questions I do not know of yet. I have the usual ones picked out already. The 'who am I', 'why am I here' and a whole life evaluation, which I haven't thought through yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in need of quiet time for reflecting on things. Time where I do not get disturbed, distracted, interupted, stressed or intruded upon. What I need to reflect upon is where I feel I am going to stumble down a bit. Do I need to write down my query on a piece of paper and let God dish out my answer when he so chooses? Or do I just keep thinking of the question hoping for the penny to drop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My whole life evaluation seems to be upsetting me in some places. Do I want to be in this relationship now? Do I really feel 100% confident in what I'm doing? There are some things which I feel if even question them, the will cave in and I'll stop doing it. These are things I deem necessary to my existance, like my education. Do I continue in my sport because some of the individuals are (subconciously) against what I believe the sport to be about? Diligence, integrity and self control, some of these qualities are abscent in members of the club I go to. And it is having it's affect on me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told not to search for the answer. I was advised to let the answer come to me. This shit isn't easy, I tell you that much. With that bit of advice I will just have to go along in life without thinking of my questions and then realise the answer long after it happened. Or I may even be thinking of the question whilst I see the answer in front of me. Or I may see the answer then see that it is what it is I have been looking for. I was told about the cave I need to go into. It is the cave of my innner self, the darkness, the blackness of the un-explored self, the area of me I do not know very well. I have a fear of the unknown. But it will have to become my new home within myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can hope is that what that darkened section of myself brings me positive results and realizations. but I will not get the answer when I search for it. I just have to sit in that dark cave of the new Master and wait, wait, wait.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/693146585308664741-747881749440209685?l=lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/feeds/747881749440209685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/2009/12/eh-going-into-cave.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693146585308664741/posts/default/747881749440209685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693146585308664741/posts/default/747881749440209685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/2009/12/eh-going-into-cave.html' title='Eh, going into the Master&apos;s cave'/><author><name>Cian Ó Laoghaire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255259874449023943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnrcawsmZ4s/SqFdfBIvRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/jdT9M40LTrA/S220/IMG000011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693146585308664741.post-7585959791361685484</id><published>2009-11-28T17:34:00.008Z</published><updated>2009-11-28T20:28:45.946Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='informative'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lament'/><title type='text'>Eh, filling in the blanks</title><content type='html'>Dearest partner of Greatness,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A life changing workshop is happening for me soon. Life changing in the way that I'll be more connected with the universe, if you believe in such a thing. This may bring greater awareness of things which most people would look over. Emotions may be much more prominent. Intuition development. A bit of Clarvoyency and Claraudiency in the mix too. Increased integrity with a balance of wisdom. And sensitiviy to situations and other's emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This all spawns, from what I know, when becoming a Reiki Master. Reiki opens up the spiritual senses; clarvoyency and claraudiency. This connection is to receive messages from spiritual gardians. Awareness not a lot of people may have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most entriguing thign about Reiki Masters is the new traits which one may get from them. The main one is integrity. The problem then with people who know a Reiki Master both before and then after they become a Master is this newfound integrity. I'm just thinking about how Integrity could affect one's relationship with a Reiki Master. It could happen that the Master won't do certain things or refuse to entertain some ideas which you may hold. Or may refuse more sternly than before. If something done is wrong, then the integrity would show it to the Master more easily. And they may not sit on the fence or keep quiet for much longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what could happen inside the person's mental level. I presume the Workshop will teach the Mster how to balance and protect themself from these external negative happenings. It is for the better for both the Master and the people in constant contact with them. Without the ability to balance, ground, centre and protect things will cave in upon the person. Negative feelings may take hold. But part of being a Reiki Master is to be able to feel and deal with emotions, the realization and acceptance of various emotions and the fact they must be felt. If they are not felt they build up into a little monster. This happens to everyone, they bottle up an emotional event and it eats at them day by day. It can lead to depression or physical manifesations such as ulcers, muscular tensions or migrains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The difference between a Reiki master and another person who does not feel some emotions which must be felt is their acceptance of the need to feel an emotion when it needs to be felt. It is the Master's job to feel these and not harm anyone else be hurt by it. They may be having an angry day and have an out burst at someone and from that point on, their relationship could decline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are other aspects too. The Reiki Master will seek out simialr people, loved-based rather than fear based people. What's the point in being surrounded by fear and hate? People with acceptance for unearthly ideas is an attractive option. None of these are necessities, but a help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These changes will occur to me, but to what extent I do not know. These are not negative developments for me. But it may make times awkward amongst friends and loved one. That is awkward when they know the Reiki person before and then after. I will understand completely, wholly and lovingly if the parties involved decide to step down if they feel the change is too much, or not why they are here in the first place. it will be met with love rather than hate and disgust...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/693146585308664741-7585959791361685484?l=lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/feeds/7585959791361685484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/2009/11/eh-filling-in-blanks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693146585308664741/posts/default/7585959791361685484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693146585308664741/posts/default/7585959791361685484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/2009/11/eh-filling-in-blanks.html' title='Eh, filling in the blanks'/><author><name>Cian Ó Laoghaire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255259874449023943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnrcawsmZ4s/SqFdfBIvRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/jdT9M40LTrA/S220/IMG000011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693146585308664741.post-1870893875256844948</id><published>2009-11-11T15:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-11-11T15:26:23.881Z</updated><title type='text'>Eh, being bored and random...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 1px; PADDING-LEFT: 1px; BACKGROUND: #2f4f4f; PADDING-BOTTOM: 1px; PADDING-TOP: 1px"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 1px; PADDING-LEFT: 1px; BACKGROUND: #2f4f4f; PADDING-BOTTOM: 1px; PADDING-TOP: 1px"&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; BACKGROUND: #f0e68c; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #008000; PADDING-TOP: 5px"&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; BACKGROUND: #2f4f4f; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; PADDING-TOP: 5px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #f0e68c" href="http://www.the-top-tens.com/50-random-questions.asp"&gt;50 Random Questions&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1. Where were you 3 hours ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN-TOP: 2px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 8px; MARGIN-LEFT: 15px; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Nutrition&lt;/div&gt;2. Who are you in love with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN-TOP: 2px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 8px; MARGIN-LEFT: 15px; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Ciara&lt;/div&gt;3. Have you ever eaten a crayon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN-TOP: 2px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 8px; MARGIN-LEFT: 15px; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;not to my memory&lt;/div&gt;4. Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN-TOP: 2px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 8px; MARGIN-LEFT: 15px; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Yup. A piece of white string on my bag&lt;/div&gt;5. When is the last time you went to the mall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN-TOP: 2px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 8px; MARGIN-LEFT: 15px; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Monday&lt;/div&gt;6. Are you wearing socks right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN-TOP: 2px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 8px; MARGIN-LEFT: 15px; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Yes I am.&lt;/div&gt;7. Do you have a car worth over $2,000?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN-TOP: 2px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 8px; MARGIN-LEFT: 15px; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Don't have a licence&lt;/div&gt;8. When was the last time you drove out of town?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN-TOP: 2px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 8px; MARGIN-LEFT: 15px; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Refer to last question&lt;/div&gt;9. Have you been to the movies in the last 5 days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN-TOP: 2px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 8px; MARGIN-LEFT: 15px; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Yes, Jennifer's Body&lt;/div&gt;10. Are you hot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN-TOP: 2px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 8px; MARGIN-LEFT: 15px; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Some think so.......&lt;/div&gt;11. What was the last thing you had to drink?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN-TOP: 2px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 8px; MARGIN-LEFT: 15px; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Water&lt;/div&gt;12. What are you wearing right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN-TOP: 2px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 8px; MARGIN-LEFT: 15px; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Massage t-shirt, blue fat-man pants&lt;/div&gt;13. Do you wash your car or let the car wash do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN-TOP: 2px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 8px; MARGIN-LEFT: 15px; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Refer to Question 7&lt;/div&gt;14. Last food that you ate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN-TOP: 2px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 8px; MARGIN-LEFT: 15px; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;A wrap with random meat and salad&lt;/div&gt;15. Where were you last week at this time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN-TOP: 2px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 8px; MARGIN-LEFT: 15px; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;college probably doing the same thing as this time last week&lt;/div&gt;16. Have you bought any clothing items in the last week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN-TOP: 2px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 8px; MARGIN-LEFT: 15px; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;No&lt;/div&gt;17. When is the last time you ran?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN-TOP: 2px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 8px; MARGIN-LEFT: 15px; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;A while ago to get outta the rain&lt;/div&gt;18. What's the last sporting event you watched?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN-TOP: 2px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 8px; MARGIN-LEFT: 15px; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;A small section of a soccer match last night&lt;/div&gt;19. What is your favorite animal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN-TOP: 2px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 8px; MARGIN-LEFT: 15px; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Maroon Clown fish&lt;/div&gt;20. Your dream vacation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN-TOP: 2px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 8px; MARGIN-LEFT: 15px; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Kerry&lt;/div&gt;21. Last person's house you were in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN-TOP: 2px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 8px; MARGIN-LEFT: 15px; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Mine.&lt;/div&gt;22. Worst injury you've ever had?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN-TOP: 2px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 8px; MARGIN-LEFT: 15px; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Arthritis&lt;/div&gt;23. Have you been in love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN-TOP: 2px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 8px; MARGIN-LEFT: 15px; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;refer to Question 2&lt;/div&gt;24. Do you miss anyone right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN-TOP: 2px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 8px; MARGIN-LEFT: 15px; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;refer to Question 2&lt;/div&gt;25. Last play you saw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN-TOP: 2px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 8px; MARGIN-LEFT: 15px; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Hamlet in CAT&lt;/div&gt;26. What is your secret weapon to lure in the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN-TOP: 2px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 8px; MARGIN-LEFT: 15px; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Words&lt;/div&gt;27. What are your plans for tonight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN-TOP: 2px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 8px; MARGIN-LEFT: 15px; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Cinema, if anyone will go with me&lt;/div&gt;28. Who is the last person you sent a MySpace message or comment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN-TOP: 2px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 8px; MARGIN-LEFT: 15px; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Don't have Myspace&lt;/div&gt;29. Next trip you are going to take?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN-TOP: 2px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 8px; MARGIN-LEFT: 15px; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;To ITL&lt;/div&gt;30. Ever go to camp?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN-TOP: 2px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 8px; MARGIN-LEFT: 15px; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Every year&lt;/div&gt;31. Were you an honor roll student in school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN-TOP: 2px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 8px; MARGIN-LEFT: 15px; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;If the question is what I think it means, yes&lt;/div&gt;32. What do you want to know about the future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN-TOP: 2px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 8px; MARGIN-LEFT: 15px; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I'm having potatoe for dinner&lt;/div&gt;33. Are you wearing any perfume or cologne?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN-TOP: 2px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 8px; MARGIN-LEFT: 15px; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;eh, no&lt;/div&gt;34. Are you due sometime this year for a doctor's visit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN-TOP: 2px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 8px; MARGIN-LEFT: 15px; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;no&lt;/div&gt;35. Where is your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN-TOP: 2px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 8px; MARGIN-LEFT: 15px; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;on planet Earth&lt;/div&gt;36. How is your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN-TOP: 2px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 8px; MARGIN-LEFT: 15px; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Aive&lt;/div&gt;37. Do you have a tan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN-TOP: 2px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 8px; MARGIN-LEFT: 15px; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;builder's tan&lt;/div&gt;38. What are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN-TOP: 2px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 8px; MARGIN-LEFT: 15px; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;The hummmmmm of computers and people whispering&lt;/div&gt;39. Do you collect anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN-TOP: 2px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 8px; MARGIN-LEFT: 15px; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;experience&lt;/div&gt;40. Who is the biggest gossiper you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN-TOP: 2px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 8px; MARGIN-LEFT: 15px; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;no names being mentioned&lt;/div&gt;41. Last time you got stopped by a cop or pulled over?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN-TOP: 2px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 8px; MARGIN-LEFT: 15px; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;never&lt;/div&gt;42. Have you ever drank your soda from a straw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN-TOP: 2px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 8px; MARGIN-LEFT: 15px; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Sure have&lt;/div&gt;43. What does your last text message say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN-TOP: 2px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 8px; MARGIN-LEFT: 15px; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I left my phone at home!!!&lt;/div&gt;44. Do you like hot sauce?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN-TOP: 2px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 8px; MARGIN-LEFT: 15px; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Depends on what sauce it is&lt;/div&gt;45. Last time you took a shower?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN-TOP: 2px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 8px; MARGIN-LEFT: 15px; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Last night after training&lt;/div&gt;46. Do you need to do laundry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN-TOP: 2px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 8px; MARGIN-LEFT: 15px; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;nope. I'm enough clothes to keep me going&lt;/div&gt;47. What is your heritage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN-TOP: 2px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 8px; MARGIN-LEFT: 15px; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Irish&lt;/div&gt;48. Are you someone's best friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN-TOP: 2px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 8px; MARGIN-LEFT: 15px; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Sure damn hope so&lt;/div&gt;49. Are you rich?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN-TOP: 2px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 8px; MARGIN-LEFT: 15px; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Like evry other student&lt;/div&gt;50. What were you doing at 12AM last night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN-TOP: 2px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 8px; MARGIN-LEFT: 15px; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Going to bed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN-TOP: 5px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-SIZE: 9px; COLOR: #2f4f4f" href="http://www.the-top-tens.com/"&gt;www.the-top-tens.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; BACKGROUND: #2f4f4f; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; PADDING-TOP: 5px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 8px; COLOR: #f0e68c" href="http://www.the-top-tens.com/lists/top-ten-best-surveys-quizzes-on-myspace.asp"&gt;Best MySpace Quizzes and Surveys&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/693146585308664741-1870893875256844948?l=lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/feeds/1870893875256844948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/2009/11/eh-being-bored-and-random.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693146585308664741/posts/default/1870893875256844948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693146585308664741/posts/default/1870893875256844948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/2009/11/eh-being-bored-and-random.html' title='Eh, being bored and random...'/><author><name>Cian Ó Laoghaire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255259874449023943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnrcawsmZ4s/SqFdfBIvRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/jdT9M40LTrA/S220/IMG000011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693146585308664741.post-3154996414726558418</id><published>2009-11-08T16:20:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-28T17:21:51.809Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lament'/><title type='text'>Eh, happy fucking Christmas.....</title><content type='html'>How is it that on the 7th of November, while walking in the shopping centre I saw a load of Christmas banners? Dunnes, this afternoon, I see one poor creatúr employee with a ladder. He had a big black trolley with a huge something covered in silver tinsel and big red shiney balls. The poor child...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This occurance has been happening more and more over the past number of years. Why? I do not know. Do people want to be happier for longer and the only time of year they are happy is Christmas? Is it that Summer isn't good enough for them? Are they not leading a fulfilling life, or following a healthy lifestyle which would bring them happiness upon them most of the year around? These are the things which go through my mind when I see the vechiles of happiness and joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas isn't the happiest of times for everyone. There are people who are not able to see their family over the 'season of joy'. And because of this they would rather go to work and get paid than have a day off which they would be doing nothing with, but sulking or being alone while all their friends go home to their family. They cannot go visiting friends because they do not want to be rude by crashing in on another person's family gathering. And these people are living away from home and may not afford to go home to their family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing good lasts forever. So that is possibly why people want good to last that bit longer. But the novelty wears itself thin by Mid-December. It is horrible. It really is. And that Shit song is on repeat with only thirty seconds of music playing on and on and on........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/693146585308664741-3154996414726558418?l=lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/feeds/3154996414726558418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/2009/11/eh-happy-fucking-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693146585308664741/posts/default/3154996414726558418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693146585308664741/posts/default/3154996414726558418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/2009/11/eh-happy-fucking-christmas.html' title='Eh, happy fucking Christmas.....'/><author><name>Cian Ó Laoghaire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255259874449023943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnrcawsmZ4s/SqFdfBIvRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/jdT9M40LTrA/S220/IMG000011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693146585308664741.post-1075842017771088657</id><published>2009-11-01T17:27:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-01T17:29:04.747Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little pleasures'/><title type='text'>Eh, when a MAN knows he has got SWINE FLU</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnrcawsmZ4s/Su3FK8hEcoI/AAAAAAAAAEg/sq5Si_zXkBM/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399188320121287298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnrcawsmZ4s/Su3FK8hEcoI/AAAAAAAAAEg/sq5Si_zXkBM/s320/image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/693146585308664741-1075842017771088657?l=lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/feeds/1075842017771088657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/2009/11/eh-when-man-knows-he-has-got-swine-flu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693146585308664741/posts/default/1075842017771088657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693146585308664741/posts/default/1075842017771088657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/2009/11/eh-when-man-knows-he-has-got-swine-flu.html' title='Eh, when a MAN knows he has got SWINE FLU'/><author><name>Cian Ó Laoghaire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255259874449023943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnrcawsmZ4s/SqFdfBIvRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/jdT9M40LTrA/S220/IMG000011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnrcawsmZ4s/Su3FK8hEcoI/AAAAAAAAAEg/sq5Si_zXkBM/s72-c/image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693146585308664741.post-5478900586354389142</id><published>2009-10-27T17:25:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-10-27T18:48:21.256Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='informative'/><title type='text'>Eh, about the film not too many people understood...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Warning, if you have not seen The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus this post is about clearing up what I was asked about. These are my interpretations not fact. Either it'll clear up what will confuse you and/or ruin teh movie for you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The full title in all it's glory;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.corkcinemas.com/php-bin/frameme.php?page=http://www.corkcinemas.com/f/idp.fhtml?cbs" target="_top"&gt;THE IMAGINARIUM OF DOCTOR PARNASSUS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. We were like ten minutes late for the movie. That little fact still didn't stop me from following it to the best of my ability. And from my being late I may have missed soemthing at teh very start. What the other people who saw the movie wondered was;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the beliefs of Doctor Parnassus and what was the importance of them?&lt;br /&gt;What is the story with the mirror thing they went into?&lt;br /&gt;Why Heath Ledger's character changed so often?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor's beliefs were that to keep the world going a story must always be being told. Hence why the Devil came along with the thing to suck the mouths off the disciples. He thought that the only reason why the world was still going was because that small group was telling stories. It became apparent to the doctor, after the monks getting silenced, that the storytelling wasn't solely being done by them. The stories were bein told by people all over the world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 575px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 346px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://screencrave.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/the-imaginarium-of-dr-parnassus-image3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mirror that the women jumped into is where their souls were taken. Or this is what I think it is about. It is needed to fulfil the deal with the Devil. The deal was to cancel out another deal made. The Devil and the Doctor had to get 5 souls before the other and before the Doctor's daughter's 16th birthday. The mirror was the method which the Doctor used to trap the souls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://media.nowpublic.net/images//1e/7/1e73daeecfaad5a41b2b62add92bb70b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the women went into the mirror, they were visiting their imagination or where their fantasies dwells. Each imagination is different from the other person and the various imaginations are represented. The reason for Ledger's character changing to Johnny Depp, Jude Law and Collin Farrell is that each of the women fantasized about their dream man and that is the reason for the cast change. Not because of the fact that Heath Ledger died, but due to the diference between reality and fantasy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have addressed the main questions. I decided not to go at other questions to not ruin the movie too much for ye who have not seen it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more which seemed to cause confusion. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The ending&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. The Doctor did the last deal to get his daughter back but The Devil lost the Doctor's daughter and couldn't give her back because he didn't have her soul. So the Doctor was left in search for her in solditude of his own mental dessert. And by finding her in the Urban setting made him happy because he then knew she was happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And clearer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/693146585308664741-5478900586354389142?l=lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/feeds/5478900586354389142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/2009/10/eh-about-film-not-too-many-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693146585308664741/posts/default/5478900586354389142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693146585308664741/posts/default/5478900586354389142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/2009/10/eh-about-film-not-too-many-people.html' title='Eh, about the film not too many people understood...'/><author><name>Cian Ó Laoghaire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255259874449023943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnrcawsmZ4s/SqFdfBIvRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/jdT9M40LTrA/S220/IMG000011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693146585308664741.post-3511595410857862687</id><published>2009-10-22T23:27:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T13:40:28.460+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little pleasures'/><title type='text'>Eh, surprises....</title><content type='html'>What's lovely is when you can still surprise someone even after being with them for so long. If is it a year, or nineteen. Sometimes the look of delight and awe gives such a nice warm deep feeling!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example; coming home a bit earlier in the week and cooking dinner when we get home. The for the idea to crop up that I should invite the other half along too. Which was fine with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you get in contact with herself. Tell her you have a dinner organised for her, but not say that you are doing it. She'll think you are messing because you are in college 66 miles away and not due home until the next day! But this all adds to the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An unforeseen change of plans can sometimes be exactly what one needs to relax and forget about the stresses of life and leaving cert. Have a bash off it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nice deed is beneficial and nice; &lt;a href="http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/2009/09/eh-being-nice-is-genuinely-nice.html"&gt;http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/2009/09/eh-being-nice-is-genuinely-nice.html&lt;/a&gt; for a previous post on this topic...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/693146585308664741-3511595410857862687?l=lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/feeds/3511595410857862687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/2009/10/eh-surprises.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693146585308664741/posts/default/3511595410857862687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693146585308664741/posts/default/3511595410857862687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/2009/10/eh-surprises.html' title='Eh, surprises....'/><author><name>Cian Ó Laoghaire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255259874449023943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnrcawsmZ4s/SqFdfBIvRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/jdT9M40LTrA/S220/IMG000011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693146585308664741.post-7899676051085665873</id><published>2009-10-16T18:57:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T19:29:28.730+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='informative'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lament'/><title type='text'>Eh, demoracy rules</title><content type='html'>Getting responsibility from peers is a lovely feeling. It shows that they have confidence on you to represent them. And my class chose someone who is a little quiet, but a listener at the same time. Or that's what I think they think of me. Except for one person who decided to say, before they voted the Class Rep, that we shouldn't vote someone who would stand in the corner behind the door and say nothing. Shows what he knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good class rep has the capability to listen, take on board what has been said to them and relay the concerns to the Staff and heads of department. A Class Rep is also the line of communication between the Staff and Students. That link is there to make little changes to teh learning environment. Be it, a timetable on the doors of the computer labs or posting CA deadlines on the notice board. Small things which help  everyone in a little way to make life easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Meetings time is given to each person, reasons and answers are given to the queries, discussion and improvements are written down with intention to correct them where possible. I now see the benefit of the Class Rep System. I dunno if it worked as well in the secondary school system, but it sounds like it works in Third Level...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/693146585308664741-7899676051085665873?l=lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/feeds/7899676051085665873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/2009/10/eh-demoracy-rules.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693146585308664741/posts/default/7899676051085665873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693146585308664741/posts/default/7899676051085665873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/2009/10/eh-demoracy-rules.html' title='Eh, demoracy rules'/><author><name>Cian Ó Laoghaire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255259874449023943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnrcawsmZ4s/SqFdfBIvRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/jdT9M40LTrA/S220/IMG000011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693146585308664741.post-6560189036754092559</id><published>2009-10-04T19:34:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T20:31:27.396+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='informative'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little pleasures'/><title type='text'>Eh, decisions</title><content type='html'>Where I'm going to College has a fair few clubs and societies, not as many as UCC (160ish to my last recollection). But still there is a bit for everyone. And for the people who have the more unique hobbies it may be harder to get out there and get to know the people with the same unique hobby. For example, there's actually a massage society in the place I go to... So anything is possible...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My problem is that of the society's abscence to which I would join. So I now have to go and try setting it up. I was going to set one of two up. Frisbee and Improv. A friend asked me, 'Which wold be more beneficial Cian?' I didn't have to answer her. I knew which was the answer and am now going about to setting it up. Just need to know how to set it up. THere's something about a chairperson, secretary and treasurer. And meetings and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This all sounds complicated and eveything, but I'm sure I'll get it up and going and hopefully get a show or two going by the end of the year.... Fingers crossed...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/693146585308664741-6560189036754092559?l=lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/feeds/6560189036754092559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/2009/10/eh-decisions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693146585308664741/posts/default/6560189036754092559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693146585308664741/posts/default/6560189036754092559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/2009/10/eh-decisions.html' title='Eh, decisions'/><author><name>Cian Ó Laoghaire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255259874449023943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnrcawsmZ4s/SqFdfBIvRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/jdT9M40LTrA/S220/IMG000011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693146585308664741.post-1026470124581312579</id><published>2009-09-26T19:34:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T21:12:13.882+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little pleasures'/><title type='text'>Eh, a few (interesting) photos to shift through</title><content type='html'>Seeing as I've nothing to write about due to &lt;strong&gt;writers block&lt;/strong&gt;, I've decided to use a visual medium with a bit of a caption at each photo. Hoefully I'll get onto writing again in the next week or so... But if you make something else of what my caption is, fair enough to ya!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnrcawsmZ4s/Sr5yUCoP2sI/AAAAAAAAAEY/bjDsO8NaIjM/s1600-h/28052009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385867893010324162" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnrcawsmZ4s/Sr5yUCoP2sI/AAAAAAAAAEY/bjDsO8NaIjM/s320/28052009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open to interpretation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnrcawsmZ4s/Sr5yTjxu6dI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/NUUCTslA_Sg/s1600-h/09042009(003).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385867884728609234" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnrcawsmZ4s/Sr5yTjxu6dI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/NUUCTslA_Sg/s320/09042009(003).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An actual car parking space in Ballincollig Shopping centre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnrcawsmZ4s/Sr5yTbHVx5I/AAAAAAAAAEI/fe9I80a0Kkw/s1600-h/05092009(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385867882403317650" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnrcawsmZ4s/Sr5yTbHVx5I/AAAAAAAAAEI/fe9I80a0Kkw/s320/05092009(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Potatoe-Head, angry? Or emotional?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnrcawsmZ4s/Sr5yS_G-ZuI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Z53qHF73vkk/s1600-h/09062009(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385867874885592802" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnrcawsmZ4s/Sr5yS_G-ZuI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Z53qHF73vkk/s320/09062009(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Púca, eagla roimh rud éigin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnrcawsmZ4s/Sr5yScQgftI/AAAAAAAAAD4/bp5uSZaJY3U/s1600-h/19092009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385867865530334930" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnrcawsmZ4s/Sr5yScQgftI/AAAAAAAAAD4/bp5uSZaJY3U/s320/19092009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally............... &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;TO ARTHUR&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/693146585308664741-1026470124581312579?l=lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/feeds/1026470124581312579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/2009/09/eh-few-interesting-photos-to-shift.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693146585308664741/posts/default/1026470124581312579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693146585308664741/posts/default/1026470124581312579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/2009/09/eh-few-interesting-photos-to-shift.html' title='Eh, a few (interesting) photos to shift through'/><author><name>Cian Ó Laoghaire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255259874449023943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnrcawsmZ4s/SqFdfBIvRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/jdT9M40LTrA/S220/IMG000011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnrcawsmZ4s/Sr5yUCoP2sI/AAAAAAAAAEY/bjDsO8NaIjM/s72-c/28052009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693146585308664741.post-7117444226577483214</id><published>2009-09-17T19:29:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T20:00:23.150+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lament'/><title type='text'>Eh, moving out</title><content type='html'>On the run up to moving out there was a feeling that I had. It was one of not being at home as much as usual. It wasn't extreme, like missing evry meal, but gonig for walks, getting the daily paper etc. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382511255317019058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnrcawsmZ4s/SrKFeAy2ebI/AAAAAAAAACY/8d-LMKN0D8M/s320/13092009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THen came packing my bags. Deciding what I need. Preparing for the unknown. I hadn't a clue what to bring so I packed the basics. Clothes, toiletries, bed sheets and earrai of the sorts. Needless to say we were still short stuff when we got there. Various foods and electrical equipment. BUT who says that student accomodation is a hotel? Purchased a few extra bits and pieces. And bob is my uncle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The uneasy feeling of not knowing who your flatmates are was an uneasy feeling alright. Especiall when they turn up a few hours after you've unpacked!!! But all was ironed out after a few days and it isn't as hard as it previously seemed. The apticipation was what was the worst bit, the waiting around always is!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But so far things are fine. no complaints. We are all still getting used to living away from home. Getting our own food and catering for ourselves. Some people may have depended on Mammy too much to get dinner every day consistantly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just dipping the tips of my toes into the real world...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/693146585308664741-7117444226577483214?l=lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/feeds/7117444226577483214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/2009/09/eh-moving-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693146585308664741/posts/default/7117444226577483214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693146585308664741/posts/default/7117444226577483214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/2009/09/eh-moving-out.html' title='Eh, moving out'/><author><name>Cian Ó Laoghaire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255259874449023943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnrcawsmZ4s/SqFdfBIvRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/jdT9M40LTrA/S220/IMG000011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnrcawsmZ4s/SrKFeAy2ebI/AAAAAAAAACY/8d-LMKN0D8M/s72-c/13092009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693146585308664741.post-5779361796528238575</id><published>2009-09-12T23:25:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T23:42:50.486+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lament'/><title type='text'>Eh, thoughts on meeting peers from the old school</title><content type='html'>Coming up soon is the Debs. The place where us Leaving Certs meet up again for one last time as a year group. We've gone through the six years of secondary school together and have all suffered the same road and we are all mentally linked by this road. A link in which we will always come back and say, yes, we went through that together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the time where we have all moved on from our secondary school into College or where ever else, be it repeating the leaving to get that bit better to get into the course your heart desires, or going straight into a job, or drawing the live register. What ever floats your boat. At this stage we all know what we are moving onto. It is going to be both nice and interesting to see where everyone has moved onto. Some people will surprise you with where they have gone, others won't surprise you as much. It's a fact of life really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other interesting thing I will be watching out for is what date certain people have brought. Some people have an obvious date, their boyfriend or girlfriend who they love dearly and whole heartedly. And then there are others who you can't imagine having any interest in the opposite gender. I'm not saying they are homosexual, but just don't seem to me to have an interest in getting to know a member of the opposite sex.  These are the people I am keen on seeing, or rather, their dates are who I'd like to see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some people they may not bring a date, which is perfectly fine, either they couldn't find one, even after asking about. Or the people who got shot down. Or even the people who had too much choice to begin with. All these people are accounted for and it's probably best, just as long they are around friends they enjoy and have a great time. THAT'S what the Debs is about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there are the people who won't bring dates and just go with their friends as dates. Have fun! Once again, that's what it's all about... the FUN and BANTER...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/693146585308664741-5779361796528238575?l=lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/feeds/5779361796528238575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/2009/09/eh-thoughts-on-meeting-peers-from-old.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693146585308664741/posts/default/5779361796528238575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693146585308664741/posts/default/5779361796528238575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/2009/09/eh-thoughts-on-meeting-peers-from-old.html' title='Eh, thoughts on meeting peers from the old school'/><author><name>Cian Ó Laoghaire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255259874449023943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnrcawsmZ4s/SqFdfBIvRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/jdT9M40LTrA/S220/IMG000011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693146585308664741.post-5038825167689443292</id><published>2009-09-11T18:04:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T18:07:36.773+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lament'/><title type='text'>Eh, one of my centuries</title><content type='html'>At the moment there have been 100 view of this blog. A mile stone in my new life! HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know some of them are me actually looking at the blog to see how the post reads and how the layout looks in general. But between you and me, we have gotten there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope parents don't figure out (or get lessons) on how to use the youth's websites. Despite the oldest Facebooker is like 104 years old now!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yu4zMvE6FH4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yu4zMvE6FH4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/693146585308664741-5038825167689443292?l=lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/feeds/5038825167689443292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/2009/09/eh-one-of-my-centuries.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693146585308664741/posts/default/5038825167689443292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693146585308664741/posts/default/5038825167689443292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/2009/09/eh-one-of-my-centuries.html' title='Eh, one of my centuries'/><author><name>Cian Ó Laoghaire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255259874449023943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnrcawsmZ4s/SqFdfBIvRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/jdT9M40LTrA/S220/IMG000011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693146585308664741.post-6421599789345526161</id><published>2009-09-09T20:44:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T20:56:00.859+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='informative'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lament'/><title type='text'>Eh, aftermath of orientation</title><content type='html'>Did orientation. I now have a better idea about what I'm being let in for. They type of people in my course. The Student Service person walked into the room and asked 'are ye the Health and Leisure students?', we confirmed her question and were met with 'God, ye are fairly quiet for Health and Leisure students!'. That alone says alot about what we will probably be like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The attitudes are far different to what I have been used to the past 14 years. usually you'd have to give a reason for an abscence, I was advised not to do so this time and I will not mention why I'm taking the days off I need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The building is different, the classroom/lecture theatre or whatever they are called are very different! I'm growning up and the seats I may be sitting on will not move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all I'm liking the new set up and am looking forward to it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some people who have not yet gotten their place and may not get it for some reason. My advice s have a plan B. Be it a PLC or even a Job for a year. Just don't sit on your ass. It will not look good on a CV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/693146585308664741-6421599789345526161?l=lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/feeds/6421599789345526161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/2009/09/eh-aftermath-of-orientation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693146585308664741/posts/default/6421599789345526161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693146585308664741/posts/default/6421599789345526161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/2009/09/eh-aftermath-of-orientation.html' title='Eh, aftermath of orientation'/><author><name>Cian Ó Laoghaire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255259874449023943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnrcawsmZ4s/SqFdfBIvRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/jdT9M40LTrA/S220/IMG000011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693146585308664741.post-3174291701384480984</id><published>2009-09-07T22:49:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T20:53:48.348+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little pleasures'/><title type='text'>Eh, Hitler really gets pissed off easily. We wonder why, watch why and find out why...</title><content type='html'>First bit advice is to put the video full screen for most of them because the subtitles can be a bit small;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q6IyGAvbOs4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q6IyGAvbOs4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8r064TQfBMQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8r064TQfBMQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hqq2Px58ZdU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;hd=1&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hqq2Px58ZdU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;hd=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ELyTBXzfQJ8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ELyTBXzfQJ8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hdIhNQKgMdg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hdIhNQKgMdg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jg_05JDQu90&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jg_05JDQu90&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JjVVIHt3X8g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JjVVIHt3X8g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/693146585308664741-3174291701384480984?l=lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/feeds/3174291701384480984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/2009/09/eh-hitler-really-gets-pissed-off-easily.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693146585308664741/posts/default/3174291701384480984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693146585308664741/posts/default/3174291701384480984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/2009/09/eh-hitler-really-gets-pissed-off-easily.html' title='Eh, Hitler really gets pissed off easily. We wonder why, watch why and find out why...'/><author><name>Cian Ó Laoghaire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255259874449023943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnrcawsmZ4s/SqFdfBIvRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/jdT9M40LTrA/S220/IMG000011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693146585308664741.post-8434210840487735215</id><published>2009-09-06T15:39:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T18:43:59.918+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lament'/><title type='text'>Eh, eve of orientation</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is when I get introduced to college life. The tours of the campuses, the orientation, the library set up, the Smart card (student card I think), getting the password and account for the intranet of the college. Getting class times etc. Meeting the IT viticms on my course, whoops, I mean students! And other such things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know what to expect for the day. Is it going to rock? Are we going to have to break the ice ourselves or are we going to be put in a room and told to play a game of Fruit Salad? Either way we'll get to know each other by the end of the day! And in class and everything else too!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just going to go with the flow and hope that I get on well enough. I can't wait to see if there is a girl on the course by the name of Gemma, as I've predicted in gest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/693146585308664741-8434210840487735215?l=lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/feeds/8434210840487735215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/2009/09/eh-eve-of-orientation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693146585308664741/posts/default/8434210840487735215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693146585308664741/posts/default/8434210840487735215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/2009/09/eh-eve-of-orientation.html' title='Eh, eve of orientation'/><author><name>Cian Ó Laoghaire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255259874449023943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnrcawsmZ4s/SqFdfBIvRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/jdT9M40LTrA/S220/IMG000011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693146585308664741.post-7844220604923359296</id><published>2009-09-02T12:35:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T13:42:59.725+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='informative'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little pleasures'/><title type='text'>Eh, being nice is genuinely nice</title><content type='html'>I have read, in my wading through life, that being nice has proven to be healthy. That feeling you get when you get a compliment is actually a chemical release within the body. Seritonin, if my memory serves me well. Seritonin is teh 'feel good' hormone. It makes you feel better, but it also has the added benefits of doing good within the body... I found the book. Here is what it said;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The positive effects of kindness on the immune system and on the increased production of serotonin in the brain has been proven in reseach studies. Serotonin is a naturally occuring substance in the body that makes us feel more comfortable, peaceful, and even blissful... Research has shown that a simple act of kindness directed towards another improves te functioning of the immune system and stimulates the production of serotonin in both the recipient of kindness and the person extending the kindness. Even more amazing is that persons observing the act of kindness have similar beneficial results. Imagine this! Kindness extended, received or observed beneficially impacts the physical health and feelings of evryone involved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Power of Intention, Dr. Wayne W. Dyer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just by the production of and the watching of this video thousands of people have had a bit of a boost of their immune system! And we are involved in that too......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FFJuw9qAU28&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FFJuw9qAU28&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/693146585308664741-7844220604923359296?l=lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/feeds/7844220604923359296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/2009/09/eh-being-nice-is-genuinely-nice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693146585308664741/posts/default/7844220604923359296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693146585308664741/posts/default/7844220604923359296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/2009/09/eh-being-nice-is-genuinely-nice.html' title='Eh, being nice is genuinely nice'/><author><name>Cian Ó Laoghaire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255259874449023943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnrcawsmZ4s/SqFdfBIvRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/jdT9M40LTrA/S220/IMG000011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693146585308664741.post-1354926548196344269</id><published>2009-08-31T16:37:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T17:17:20.437+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lament'/><title type='text'>Eh, throwing a spanner in a secretary's works</title><content type='html'>You get a job and it has it's specific lingo and Colloquialisms to go with it. Mainly because they do not need any other vocab in every day ramblings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you typically hear a historian saying; 'if you forget to wash your hands before handling food you will get in trouble'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you typically hear a janitor going; 'due to the economic down turn investment in retail property has declined in the first quarter of this tax year'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than likely not. But if they did use those unusual phrases their peers would be very taken aback and not know how to react. Very much like a sectretary ringing up a young person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a humorous event of today. I was outta the house, with the first woman of my life (Hi Mom) and she got a call from someone. It was a private number, so naturally enough we didn't know who it was. They rang back, still a private number, and I answered with a big 'WHAAAT'S UP?....' This is where professions can fail with different Colloquialisms of different people of the same language. So when I said the 'WHAAAAT'S UP?' I was met by a complete and utter BLANK. The poor woman at the end of the phone had no idea how to react to my teenage language. I thought I was being a bit impulsive because I was in a bubbly mood. But she was completely under-prepared for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a second or two I decided to continue the conversation seing as she was stumped! She was actually looking for me so we continued the conversation as it would have normally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I have just been boring and said the usual Hello, or be extra-ordinary and impulsive? I know which I prefer...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/693146585308664741-1354926548196344269?l=lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/feeds/1354926548196344269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/2009/08/eh-throwing-spanner-in-secretarys-works.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693146585308664741/posts/default/1354926548196344269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693146585308664741/posts/default/1354926548196344269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/2009/08/eh-throwing-spanner-in-secretarys-works.html' title='Eh, throwing a spanner in a secretary&apos;s works'/><author><name>Cian Ó Laoghaire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255259874449023943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnrcawsmZ4s/SqFdfBIvRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/jdT9M40LTrA/S220/IMG000011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693146585308664741.post-6013268403328514819</id><published>2009-08-30T23:39:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T23:57:07.805+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little pleasures'/><title type='text'>Eh, wet pussy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I needed inspiration for a post. A very good humoured friend suggested '&lt;i&gt;wet pussy&lt;/i&gt;'. So after three seconds of thinking this is what I came up with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is a camera for? It was designed to catch that special moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnrcawsmZ4s/SpsC5Rw5AzI/AAAAAAAAABw/3leMvhSmd7M/s1600-h/cat_on_water1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 319px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375893763241083698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnrcawsmZ4s/SpsC5Rw5AzI/AAAAAAAAABw/3leMvhSmd7M/s320/cat_on_water1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/693146585308664741-6013268403328514819?l=lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/feeds/6013268403328514819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/2009/08/eh-wet-pussy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693146585308664741/posts/default/6013268403328514819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693146585308664741/posts/default/6013268403328514819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/2009/08/eh-wet-pussy.html' title='Eh, wet pussy'/><author><name>Cian Ó Laoghaire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255259874449023943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnrcawsmZ4s/SqFdfBIvRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/jdT9M40LTrA/S220/IMG000011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnrcawsmZ4s/SpsC5Rw5AzI/AAAAAAAAABw/3leMvhSmd7M/s72-c/cat_on_water1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693146585308664741.post-603258698067529150</id><published>2009-08-27T13:20:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T00:02:18.938+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little pleasures'/><title type='text'>Eh, Debs, Date, Dinner and Dancing</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Debs&lt;/strong&gt;; a formal gathering of school leavers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Date&lt;/strong&gt;; essential to look like you've friends of the opposite sex/lack of one is where a conversation may start (icebreaker)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prep; tux, corsage, chocolates (optional), sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting to the date; organise a meeting place/wait for the other person to turn up/hope your date finds the house/hope your date is punctual because you amy be cutting it tight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the house; introductions to family/waiting for her to get ready (even after getting the make-up and hair done)/breaking ice with the father/PHOTOS of the couple and family etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting to the Hotel; gather at the local watering hole/introductions to people you are spending the rest of the night with/warm up pints or drinks/dash to the awaiting bus/asking around for a bottle opener/stopping the bus for a piss-stop/photos for local paper/getting luminous bands to get drink (or not get drink) with serious words of 'terms and conditions' and a response of 'OK'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dinner&lt;/strong&gt;;Scramble to get a professional photo taken with the date/step in for a dateless person's photo/fight to snap a set of seats for all the friends or at least two for the couple/eat drink and be merry/play with baloons to see just how many people are childish enough to look and stare and be mesmorised by the weight bobbing up and down in the table with it's being pulled along by a string/group photo of the school goers only/Wait for band to set up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dancing&lt;/strong&gt;;self-explanitary/works well with people you're comfortable enough with/Works BEST when you are feeling the energy from them and they are feeling the energy from you so it just grows and grows and it's great&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterparty; Varies from organiser to organiser/Bowling in the Leisureplex/going to bed (with or without date)/Going to a house party/go home and tell mother about the great night you had (but not everything which happened)/watch movie with date/breakfast in Airport&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting home; Walk/taxi/stumble/lift from the mother/bus it home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ETA; 0100-1300 (depending on how good the night was)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/693146585308664741-603258698067529150?l=lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/feeds/603258698067529150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/2009/08/eh-debs-date-dinner-and-dancing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693146585308664741/posts/default/603258698067529150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693146585308664741/posts/default/603258698067529150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/2009/08/eh-debs-date-dinner-and-dancing.html' title='Eh, Debs, Date, Dinner and Dancing'/><author><name>Cian Ó Laoghaire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255259874449023943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnrcawsmZ4s/SqFdfBIvRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/jdT9M40LTrA/S220/IMG000011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693146585308664741.post-7610688703910399132</id><published>2009-08-24T19:35:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T19:38:32.382+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='informative'/><title type='text'>Eh, time you enjoyed wasting isn't time wasted...</title><content type='html'>A regular webite I drop by for games when I'm bored, which is quite frankly most days over the summer holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vivalagames.com/"&gt;http://www.vivalagames.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game which had me hooked was Roly Poly. I've mastered it to under 100 shots over 25 levels! And now it's Gravatee 2, one more level to get a gold medal on. I'm way too bored for my own sake...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/693146585308664741-7610688703910399132?l=lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/feeds/7610688703910399132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/2009/08/eh-time-you-enjoyed-wasting-isnt-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693146585308664741/posts/default/7610688703910399132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693146585308664741/posts/default/7610688703910399132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/2009/08/eh-time-you-enjoyed-wasting-isnt-time.html' title='Eh, time you enjoyed wasting isn&apos;t time wasted...'/><author><name>Cian Ó Laoghaire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255259874449023943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnrcawsmZ4s/SqFdfBIvRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/jdT9M40LTrA/S220/IMG000011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693146585308664741.post-2344508593148433490</id><published>2009-08-24T19:16:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T19:35:06.615+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='informative'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lament'/><title type='text'>Eh, when I opened my page there was something new.......</title><content type='html'>Today was as a day. Filled in a form. Dropped it off. Picked up something from a shop which I currently need. Went online to carry out my usual time killing. Free physics based games. Social networking site. And then onto Blogger. Then that's where inspiration starts for the moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing as this blog is relatively young I was surprised to find a new thing on my Dashboard. I got a new follwer. NOT just a new one, but the &lt;strong&gt;first&lt;/strong&gt; follower of follow this blog. My surprise stems from the fact I didn't expect any follwers till I got more establised or here for that bit longer than I have been. I haven't exactly boasted about the blog, but yet someone somewhere who I do not know has decided to click that follow icon up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me feel once again that my little bit in this world has made some sort impact on someone somewhere. It is one of those things which gives me that warm feeling deep down and that is something money just can't buy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a quick look at what this girl in magneta has posted and I have enjoyed the bit which she has put up. Her Blog is younger than mine, but still doesn't make it any less interesting... Thank you for the deep warm feeling...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/693146585308664741-2344508593148433490?l=lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/feeds/2344508593148433490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/2009/08/eh-when-i-opened-my-page-there-was.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693146585308664741/posts/default/2344508593148433490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693146585308664741/posts/default/2344508593148433490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/2009/08/eh-when-i-opened-my-page-there-was.html' title='Eh, when I opened my page there was something new.......'/><author><name>Cian Ó Laoghaire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255259874449023943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnrcawsmZ4s/SqFdfBIvRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/jdT9M40LTrA/S220/IMG000011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693146585308664741.post-1529513855175966680</id><published>2009-08-22T21:47:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T22:17:13.958+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='informative'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lament'/><title type='text'>Eh, receipt of results and returning to the future</title><content type='html'>Ever year we hear of leaving cert results. The contraversy and delight felt by various people because they've done wel enough or not attain the best result which they thought they could attain. Regardless of what the end product of the two year course we've just waded through, nothing more can be done about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people are delighted with what they have accomplished. These people got their favourite course. They are flying it. They get the official response from the lovely CAO people saying they've been accepted to the certain course. They are off getting or looking at Student accommodation in teh vacinity of the HEI. They are planning of things to do between now and then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, some people are not so happy. They either didn't get the points, or did but didn't get offered their course. They could see it as their life crumbling around what they planned. What they wanted. But what about the second round? What about the other courses you could possibly be offered? These things are all going through our heads, but standing there and feeling the emotions is a lot different to saying those things. Advice given is, go to sleep, when you wake up then decide with a level head what the next step in your life is going to be. It may be accepting second best, or repeating. But going through the Leaving Cert again is a bit much for some. A level headed decsion is better than a spur of the moment idea. Well for things like this it is best anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been many reactions to the new medicine entry system. It is only the first year that this system has been tired out. Medicine will be filled regardless of who did or didn't get in. Points were 715 in UCC. There are oter ways into Medicine without going repeating the Leaving. By doing similar courses. Pharmacy or Bio Chemical something or other for example...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next step would be the viewings and re-checks for those who are interested in it. Some people they may depend on the rechecks, but others may get them done out of pride and only going up a single grade will satisy them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the story is for each student they will end up doing something. Which has to be better than doing nothing. Well done to those who got what they wanted, or to those who are doing something at least. But I still advise a clear level head is best for those who did not end up happy with what they got...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/693146585308664741-1529513855175966680?l=lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/feeds/1529513855175966680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/2009/08/eh-receipt-of-results-and-returning-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693146585308664741/posts/default/1529513855175966680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693146585308664741/posts/default/1529513855175966680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/2009/08/eh-receipt-of-results-and-returning-to.html' title='Eh, receipt of results and returning to the future'/><author><name>Cian Ó Laoghaire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255259874449023943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnrcawsmZ4s/SqFdfBIvRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/jdT9M40LTrA/S220/IMG000011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693146585308664741.post-8060336609238334878</id><published>2009-08-20T20:00:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T20:21:34.032+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lament'/><title type='text'>Eh, that's what I shed a tear over...</title><content type='html'>We've a small world these days. You can be over the opposite side of the world within a day. We've internet and other means of communication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told today not really to say goodbye. So I didn't. I shed a tear. Emigration was like death, but seeing as things are better still doesn't change the fact you can't visit a friend whenever. That's what I shed the tear over. Wisdom in ship loads and it won't be coming out as often anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've to get used to change and I'm dealing with it very well in my opinion. Hmmm... We'll see...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/693146585308664741-8060336609238334878?l=lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/feeds/8060336609238334878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/2009/08/eh-thats-what-i-shed-tear-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693146585308664741/posts/default/8060336609238334878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693146585308664741/posts/default/8060336609238334878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/2009/08/eh-thats-what-i-shed-tear-over.html' title='Eh, that&apos;s what I shed a tear over...'/><author><name>Cian Ó Laoghaire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255259874449023943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnrcawsmZ4s/SqFdfBIvRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/jdT9M40LTrA/S220/IMG000011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693146585308664741.post-5327781578678488302</id><published>2009-07-30T17:51:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T18:41:52.848+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gaeilge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little pleasures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lament'/><title type='text'>Eh, b'fheidir é</title><content type='html'>Figured a few things recently on my work here. This is like voyage of self discovery at times. Sometimes starting at 0800, sometimes ending at midnight, braitheann sé ar an lá...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I discovered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#I can cycle 50 kilometers in a day and have trouble walking stairs the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364304806013635378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnrcawsmZ4s/SnHWzL1dCzI/AAAAAAAAABg/7ki-hOFTDL4/s320/27072009(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#In places like this you are either doing a langer load of work, or fuck all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;#There is fun in the most, or least, desired times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;#calling a boy a girl infront of his face with 15 of his friends means a good run/workout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;#Spreading rumours can be entertaining for everyone, includin the people who are involed. But only good rumours, like two are going out with each other &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;#Going to bed on time has it's benefits of avoiding unforseen work! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364304809981187282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnrcawsmZ4s/SnHWzanZFNI/AAAAAAAAABo/2IDOCrv3vok/s320/29072009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#Don't tell a young teenage boy how to say, 'IT'S A BIT OF A BOLLUX' in irish. e may get in trouble for shouting it out within earshot of  teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;#The slang word for testicles as gaeilge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;#how to put spin on a pool ball, finally&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;#Deep fried Snickers are nicer than Deep fried Mars Bars&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And all that in just about 4 days of a 21 day course. Roll on the rest&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/693146585308664741-5327781578678488302?l=lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/feeds/5327781578678488302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/2009/07/eh-bfheidir-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693146585308664741/posts/default/5327781578678488302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693146585308664741/posts/default/5327781578678488302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/2009/07/eh-bfheidir-e.html' title='Eh, b&apos;fheidir é'/><author><name>Cian Ó Laoghaire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255259874449023943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnrcawsmZ4s/SqFdfBIvRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/jdT9M40LTrA/S220/IMG000011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnrcawsmZ4s/SnHWzL1dCzI/AAAAAAAAABg/7ki-hOFTDL4/s72-c/27072009(001).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693146585308664741.post-4563856752542126919</id><published>2009-07-26T01:17:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T01:26:32.783+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little pleasures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lament'/><title type='text'>Eh, work</title><content type='html'>I'm heading off to my first paying job. Oh the excitement. This man has started earning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be able to glance into a section of a friend's life when I'm working, can't wait to mention it to her by saying I met Mac. Uí B and the likes!!! The man who was suppsed to get my regards a year and a half ago!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm nervous about the future. The two people working in similar positions and f the same gender as me got a tough time. I've no Idea what to expect, but hopefully I'll not regret it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College of Abuse are you ready for me? Doesn't matter what the answer is, I'm still coming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's something humorous for the time being....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4pXfHLUlZf4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4pXfHLUlZf4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/693146585308664741-4563856752542126919?l=lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/feeds/4563856752542126919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/2009/07/eh-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693146585308664741/posts/default/4563856752542126919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693146585308664741/posts/default/4563856752542126919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/2009/07/eh-work.html' title='Eh, work'/><author><name>Cian Ó Laoghaire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255259874449023943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnrcawsmZ4s/SqFdfBIvRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/jdT9M40LTrA/S220/IMG000011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693146585308664741.post-3657287844374511702</id><published>2009-07-20T19:42:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T19:56:52.060+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little pleasures'/><title type='text'>Eh, Kayak</title><content type='html'>For those of you who desire pure and utter brilliance in a certain form I've this to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Get yourselves a sea kayak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason being that;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the people who like physical geography will be delighted seeing the classroom material being brought to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the people who like excerise will get just that, plus fresh air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the people who desire to see natures physical power will be in awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the people who meditation or need to chill out in pure peace will contact the heavens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people who want freedom will be immancipated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all getting out into the sea is a brilliant experience. THose are the few things I have seen and experienced. Not all of those things will appeal to everyone, but I've covered a big bit of people I hope...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/693146585308664741-3657287844374511702?l=lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/feeds/3657287844374511702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/2009/07/eh-kayak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693146585308664741/posts/default/3657287844374511702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693146585308664741/posts/default/3657287844374511702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/2009/07/eh-kayak.html' title='Eh, Kayak'/><author><name>Cian Ó Laoghaire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255259874449023943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnrcawsmZ4s/SqFdfBIvRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/jdT9M40LTrA/S220/IMG000011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693146585308664741.post-6477218361941868664</id><published>2009-07-07T11:58:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T12:23:10.874+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='informative'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little pleasures'/><title type='text'>Eh, a periodic table of elelmets song</title><content type='html'>This is for the Chemistry heads out there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GFIvXVMbII0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GFIvXVMbII0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a45dXztokZM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a45dXztokZM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/693146585308664741-6477218361941868664?l=lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/feeds/6477218361941868664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/2009/07/eh-periodic-table-of-elelmets-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693146585308664741/posts/default/6477218361941868664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693146585308664741/posts/default/6477218361941868664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/2009/07/eh-periodic-table-of-elelmets-song.html' title='Eh, a periodic table of elelmets song'/><author><name>Cian Ó Laoghaire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255259874449023943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnrcawsmZ4s/SqFdfBIvRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/jdT9M40LTrA/S220/IMG000011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693146585308664741.post-68140342165412591</id><published>2009-07-06T16:35:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T12:48:49.852+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lament'/><title type='text'>Eh, eventual partings</title><content type='html'>You meet people in school not thinking of what the end result will be. The eventual parting of people you've grown close to and others you will be happy to see the back of. But after school you realise you won't be seeing some of these people again. People are moving on and taking the next step in their journey. For some people that next step will be bigger than others. Some people move to other countries and others move into a trade and others go into college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Summer after the Leaving is probably the harder of the Summers one will face. One makes &lt;i&gt;great&lt;/i&gt; friends in secondary school, people who you've shed a tear with over something. People who have shed a tear on your shoulder. The people who have unforgettable quotes and traits. The people you seemed to have grown close to. But now with everyone moving on, doing their own thing it's hard not to feel somewhat emotional when it comes to saying a goodbye for a probable forever. Some of the people who will be moving to another country and may not be back. The people who you have spent a great deal of time with. These are the goodbyes which are the hardest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm sensationalizing the situation, or even exaggerating it. The world is a smaller place now than ever has been. Communication and technology has greatly developed over the last few years (as mentioned in the &lt;i&gt; Death of the VCR&lt;/i&gt; post). Being in contact with your friends over MSN and Bebo and other social networking sites is nice, but it never ever beats a good old fashioned hug.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/693146585308664741-68140342165412591?l=lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/feeds/68140342165412591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/2009/07/eh-eventual-partings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693146585308664741/posts/default/68140342165412591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693146585308664741/posts/default/68140342165412591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/2009/07/eh-eventual-partings.html' title='Eh, eventual partings'/><author><name>Cian Ó Laoghaire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255259874449023943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnrcawsmZ4s/SqFdfBIvRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/jdT9M40LTrA/S220/IMG000011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693146585308664741.post-5946121393037650517</id><published>2009-07-04T16:53:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T18:31:39.621+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Eh, is a big venue for comedy as good as a smaller venue?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I grace the Marquee wit my presence last night with a trip to my favourite comedian, Des Bishop. I have seen two of his shows in he Opera House before and they were really good, and my third and most recent show was on last night. For those of you who have not been to the Marquee; it's HUGE compared to any other Venue in Cork that I can think of. 5,000 capacity, which is generally easily filled by Corkonians and supporters of the artist alike. I'd reckon you'd get three Opera House's worth of space into the tent erected on Leeside. And for those of you who have been to Alton Towers, the carpark and venue itself is a bit smaller than the size of the car park alone in Alton Towers. That's the size we are talking about!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 208px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.advertiser.ie/images/2009/01//6848_thumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With such a big venue for concerts it is definitely a plus for the Cork economy. A concert in the Marquee is an experience in itself, like Bob Dylan a few years ago. With regards to musical acts at The Marquee it is pretty much perfect, from what I know. Music reaches out to the people in the venue. There is no problem being 200 metres away from the performer, musicians and constant music, beats and singing. I found it was a completely different kettle of when it came to a comedy gig. The reason being is that to get the full effect of a comedy set it is far better when we, the audience, are connected with the comedian on stage,&lt;i&gt; a bit of intamacy&lt;/i&gt; does no harm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not putting the support acts for Deasúin Mac an Easpaig, or an fear himself, down. I saw the same show in the Opera House a few months ago and the reactions of the crowd in the Opera House were far better than that of the crowds of the Marquee. Why? I reckon it was the distance we were from the comedian and pure huge size of the venue. At one stage a punchline was delivered, an applause started to rumble in the distance. I was going to clap, but I thought '&lt;i&gt;I think the crowd is still deciding whether or not they are clapping&lt;/i&gt;'. In the end I did clap and being a comedian, Bishop picked up on the delay. "&lt;i&gt;I'm on a live link to Afghanistan, the delay is finally kicking in&lt;/i&gt;" or something to that affect. Made us laugh, but I saw how he felt about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was hard enough for us to make the connection with the comedian, but it was damn near impossible when people were walking in &lt;b&gt;45 minutes&lt;/b&gt; late. They were talking to the stewards asking for directions and getting the poeple in the rows to stand up so they could get into their assigned seats. Now, who the hell decided it was a good idea to be late to an event. And secondly why were they let in? Distrupting a gig is the height of bad manners when everyone is sitting down. I know that people don't turn up to parties on time, and can wander into a club at any given moment, but punctuality is a must. It is curteous to not only the people they are disturbing, but also to the comedian on stage who has to deal with the late comers stupidity and to keep focus. It doesn't really happen in the CAT club, Opera House or Everyman Palace, that I have experienced. If someone is late, they either don't get in or are left in but told to stay at the back as not to disturb other veiwers who have the decency to be on time. Being on time also shows that you have the curteousy and respect to be on time for respective comedian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite these things being bad, I thoroughly enjoyed the show. I loved the Irish section, from my love of irish and got jokes before people who don't speak Irish. I enjoyed the other sections which you'll have to go and see for yourself (or get the DVD when it's out). I did honestly enjoy the content of the gig and would go again. But those things written about really got on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well done to &lt;b&gt;Lenny&lt;/b&gt; from RedFM on popping his stand-up comedy cherry. He pulled it off like a pro...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/693146585308664741-5946121393037650517?l=lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/feeds/5946121393037650517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/2009/07/eh-is-big-venue-for-comedy-as-good-as.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693146585308664741/posts/default/5946121393037650517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693146585308664741/posts/default/5946121393037650517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/2009/07/eh-is-big-venue-for-comedy-as-good-as.html' title='Eh, is a big venue for comedy as good as a smaller venue?'/><author><name>Cian Ó Laoghaire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255259874449023943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnrcawsmZ4s/SqFdfBIvRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/jdT9M40LTrA/S220/IMG000011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693146585308664741.post-8718430865974987333</id><published>2009-07-02T14:30:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T16:09:38.955+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gaeilge'/><title type='text'>Eh, an Chúrsa Ghaeilge</title><content type='html'>Bheul, chuaigh mé trí an cúrsa ghaeilge don árdteist. Agus níl an chúrsa ródheacair má bhfuil suim agat i gaeilge agus beidh sé níos fearr má bhfuil bua na cainte agat freisin. Mar aon ábhair eile tá an obair ann á déanamh. Agus mar aon ábhair eile gheofaidh tú na marcanna nuair a obraíonn tú. Tá sé comh shimplí le sin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ach, i chúpla bliana seo chugainn aistreóidh an cúrsa chun níos mó béim a chuir ar an gaeilge labharta. Is maith an rud é gan amhras. Is teanga labharta í an ghaeilge, bhí sé de nós na seanchaí scéal a insint ón béal i rith na blianta. Ní raibh bua na scíbhneoireacha ag fómhór na Éirinnigh ag an am de bharr bochtanas, na Gaill agus Titithe na nÍarlaí.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gach lá, labhraíonn daoine le chéile níos mó ná ag scríobh nó ag léamh. Bualann ghrúpaí gaeilge le chéile agus LABHRAÍONN siad gaeilge. Baintear úsáid as an idirlíon beagnach &lt;strong&gt;GACH&lt;/strong&gt; lá, so is maith an rud é scríbhneoireach na ghaeilge sa lá atá ann innniú. Mar Shampla; an blog seo. Ó am go ham bím 'ag caint' le mo cairde ar MSN trí mhéan an ghaeilge. Agus b'in iad na ndaoine nach maith leo gaeilge ar scoil. Tuigim go ndéanann abhair scoile loit don caitheamh aimsire. Ach, tá siad tuilteanach gaeilge a úsáid liom. Tugann sé dóchas don gaeilge labharta go ginéarálta. Tá suil agam má spreagfadh an suim go bainfaidh muintir úsáid asti. Níl sé an-dheacair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Faigh spéis na ghaeilge istigh na ghnáthduine agus fásann an gaeilge, spreagann siad agus tar éis taimllín téann an teanga ó neart go néart. Bainann craic agus gáire le labhairt na ghaeilge. Ach mo bhrón ní feictear an craic go han mhinic ar scoil de dheasca an slí a muiníodh an teanga. Tá bóthar fhada fós a thaistil againn sula tagann gaeilge chun chinn, ach fánaim dóchasach fós...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 373px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354248655105133954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnrcawsmZ4s/Sk4cyKanjYI/AAAAAAAAABY/W2FGxJtbCiY/s400/Is+feidir+leat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/693146585308664741-8718430865974987333?l=lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/feeds/8718430865974987333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/2009/07/eh-chursa-ghaeilge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693146585308664741/posts/default/8718430865974987333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693146585308664741/posts/default/8718430865974987333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/2009/07/eh-chursa-ghaeilge.html' title='Eh, an Chúrsa Ghaeilge'/><author><name>Cian Ó Laoghaire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255259874449023943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnrcawsmZ4s/SqFdfBIvRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/jdT9M40LTrA/S220/IMG000011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnrcawsmZ4s/Sk4cyKanjYI/AAAAAAAAABY/W2FGxJtbCiY/s72-c/Is+feidir+leat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693146585308664741.post-7192814499548672866</id><published>2009-07-01T21:13:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T13:44:57.711+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='informative'/><title type='text'>Eh, keep calm and carry on</title><content type='html'>During the Second World War, the British Government designed three posters to be sent out depending on how bad the situation had gotten, mainly if the Nazi's had taken over Britain. It's said about 2.5 million copies were made of this specific poster, but only a handful were actually distributed, mainly because the Nazis did not succeed in taking Britain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnrcawsmZ4s/SkvEDgFa88I/AAAAAAAAABQ/c9j9K5K3gbo/s1600-h/keep-clam-500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353588146491290562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnrcawsmZ4s/SkvEDgFa88I/AAAAAAAAABQ/c9j9K5K3gbo/s320/keep-clam-500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The reason why I write about it is because it doesn't really have to be shown during a world war for the same message to get across. I found this poster half-way through the Leaving Cert, and it was in my mind every now and again. It was just that little bit of motivation present when needed. Have a little shit hemerage and think of that poster and everything comes back to a managable level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is also a striking poster to see. It has worked properly, the white lettering against the red background should stick in your memory to some extent. That, and the simple message are enough to shine through some of the fog we leaving certs are running through this Summer and keep us calm and to carry on with enjoying our holidays before we need to stress about other matters!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/693146585308664741-7192814499548672866?l=lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/feeds/7192814499548672866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/2009/07/eh-keep-calm-and-carry-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693146585308664741/posts/default/7192814499548672866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693146585308664741/posts/default/7192814499548672866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/2009/07/eh-keep-calm-and-carry-on.html' title='Eh, keep calm and carry on'/><author><name>Cian Ó Laoghaire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255259874449023943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnrcawsmZ4s/SqFdfBIvRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/jdT9M40LTrA/S220/IMG000011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnrcawsmZ4s/SkvEDgFa88I/AAAAAAAAABQ/c9j9K5K3gbo/s72-c/keep-clam-500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693146585308664741.post-1033460229671749175</id><published>2009-06-30T11:29:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T12:16:17.616+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Eh, the CAO finishline</title><content type='html'>Back in September we were told to apply to the &lt;i&gt;Central Applications Office&lt;/i&gt;, or the &lt;i&gt;CAO&lt;/i&gt; as it is affectionately known as! This is the only way to get into an HEI in Ireland going through the Leaving Cert system. But as time went on some people left it be and applied just before the deadline for applying in February. No harm done there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the time has come to finally put emotions aside and seal what you want your future to be in the form of college in September/October. We were advised to put down what we want rather than being restricted by what the points you think you will get. If you wanna go for Architecture, put it down, even if you don't get the points you don't get the point. You never know. The points may drop and you may get enough points to get an offer and then you are SORTED. But if you don't put it down now you aren't going to get any chance of starting Architecture in College. You ain't in you don't win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, do you think it'd be better to be doing something you love doing than doing some course you hate and are only doing it because the money at the end of the line is good? I think the majority of people would answer doing something they love, with a few people choosing money over happiness. Each to their own. I know what my answer is and have the balls to  follow through with it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hear of people who did something like medicine because they could. They may not even be a people person, or have an interest in healing. They just have the brains to do the burning. And after a few years, they find out they hate it. Either from the daily stress of the job, or it is just not for them. But don't fret. There's always back doors into what you want to do. Always ways of getting into what you love doing. All hope's not lost. But let us face facts; wouldn't you rather get it right first time around?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/693146585308664741-1033460229671749175?l=lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/feeds/1033460229671749175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/2009/06/eh-cao-finishline.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693146585308664741/posts/default/1033460229671749175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693146585308664741/posts/default/1033460229671749175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/2009/06/eh-cao-finishline.html' title='Eh, the CAO finishline'/><author><name>Cian Ó Laoghaire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255259874449023943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnrcawsmZ4s/SqFdfBIvRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/jdT9M40LTrA/S220/IMG000011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693146585308664741.post-121102617263415416</id><published>2009-06-29T22:10:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T19:31:20.444+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little pleasures'/><title type='text'>Eh, a short story by Steph Deane</title><content type='html'>Steph says (21:59):&lt;br /&gt;the individual conversation&lt;br /&gt;as she typed on the keyboard she thought to herself is anybody reading or have they set their computer to automatically do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cian 'Bua an Leighis' Ó Laoghaire says (21:59):&lt;br /&gt;Let us publish this!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph says (22:00):&lt;br /&gt;she felt alone isolated as typed her little heart out wishing for one decent reply the s Flashed across her eyes blinding her inner soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph says (22:02):&lt;br /&gt;one guy believing it is beyond her to snatch a guy/woman (since he also thinks she is a lesbian since shes not a lothario like him) for the debs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph says (22:03):&lt;br /&gt;he reads the convo unsure of whether she is serious or not or whether this outporing is a joke or secret seedy confession (its the 1st) just in case!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph says (22:04):&lt;br /&gt;lisa and laura look on sipping their cups of coffee and tea respectively thinking what drugs are stephanie on this time&lt;br /&gt;what will we type they ponder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph says (22:06):&lt;br /&gt;cian is confused by this witty commentary unsure how to jump in and feeling his way into the convo (like usual he is a very hands on guy is he not laura.......)&lt;br /&gt;and now she waits wondering if murray will win his match&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph says (22:08):&lt;br /&gt;however she can not type forever especially with repetitive strain injury on the rise and she die alone in this lost world of silence.............................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/693146585308664741-121102617263415416?l=lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/feeds/121102617263415416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/2009/06/eh-short-story-by-steph-deane.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693146585308664741/posts/default/121102617263415416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693146585308664741/posts/default/121102617263415416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/2009/06/eh-short-story-by-steph-deane.html' title='Eh, a short story by Steph Deane'/><author><name>Cian Ó Laoghaire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255259874449023943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnrcawsmZ4s/SqFdfBIvRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/jdT9M40LTrA/S220/IMG000011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693146585308664741.post-8816022515069081723</id><published>2009-06-29T19:19:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T12:49:14.170+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little pleasures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lament'/><title type='text'>Eh, the Death of the VCR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnrcawsmZ4s/Skkk5PElDNI/AAAAAAAAAAo/d_VMdvLI2RY/s1600-h/29062009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 228px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 152px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352850197823425746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnrcawsmZ4s/Skkk5PElDNI/AAAAAAAAAAo/d_VMdvLI2RY/s320/29062009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seeing as it's the time to start anew. Some stuff is heading to the &lt;em&gt;Civic Amenety Centre. &lt;/em&gt;I saw amongst these things, something which we as children pretty much lived by. The VCR. The silver machine which saved us many a time with shows we were missing and hours upon hours of &lt;em&gt;Lion King&lt;/em&gt; and other Disney and Pixar films, &lt;em&gt;Thomas the Tank Engine&lt;/em&gt; and even &lt;em&gt;Teletubbies&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It kinda struck a chord with me. I thought, "Damn, I'm getting old". Even though I'm young enough, seeing that the VCR is going out the gap made me see that technology is moving on pretty fast. 15 years ago the VCR was the be all and end all of entertainment. Despite the video's size they were plentiful in any household across the world. Just grab a video and enjoy, pretty much like a DVD or Blu-Ray these days. Up to the local video store to rent a video for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rewinding the video is something I will always remember, sitting down on the floor pressing the rewind and fast forward buttons frantically trying to get to the beginning because the last eejit who rented the movie out never rewound it to the start, or to get back to the place where I was watching previously. It was a pain in the arse, especially when the remote control has gone on the missing list. Sitting on my arse on the cold floor straining my neck up to the TV screen to see what scene I'm going through at the time. Nowadays on DVD's, we can just go to the &lt;em&gt;scene selection&lt;/em&gt; menu and go from there, but it nearly made the effort worthwhile shifting through all the movie to get to your desired scene. That little pleasure is now gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let us move onto what's next. I would say the DVD player is the latest thing, but can't. DVD was the next link in the chain after Videos. But even the DVD is being out-done by HDTV and Blu-Ray. So in the past 15 years or so alot of progress seems to have been made, but will the seemingly innocent VCR resurface in the future? I am afriad the way technology goes the VCR has had the final nail in the coffin well and truly wholloped in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/693146585308664741-8816022515069081723?l=lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/feeds/8816022515069081723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/2009/06/eh-death-of-vcr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693146585308664741/posts/default/8816022515069081723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693146585308664741/posts/default/8816022515069081723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/2009/06/eh-death-of-vcr.html' title='Eh, the Death of the VCR'/><author><name>Cian Ó Laoghaire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255259874449023943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnrcawsmZ4s/SqFdfBIvRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/jdT9M40LTrA/S220/IMG000011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnrcawsmZ4s/Skkk5PElDNI/AAAAAAAAAAo/d_VMdvLI2RY/s72-c/29062009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693146585308664741.post-7665724933833446801</id><published>2009-06-28T23:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T00:17:02.574+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Eh, the post where I pop my blog cherry</title><content type='html'>Well, this is where I pop my Blog cherry. During my long tedious time working at the books, a thought came across my mind. This thought was to start a blog entitled &lt;em&gt;Life after the Leaving.&lt;/em&gt; A few weeks after the end of the last chapter of my childhood I finally got around to doing it. That's the background story to this blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As to what I'll be blogging about, that will depend on the day, my mood, recent experiences which made me go &lt;em&gt;Hmmm&lt;/em&gt; or what language I feel like expressing myself in. It'll either be English or as gaeilge. You'll just have to wait and see...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/693146585308664741-7665724933833446801?l=lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/feeds/7665724933833446801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/2009/06/eh-post-where-i-pop-my-blog-cheery.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693146585308664741/posts/default/7665724933833446801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693146585308664741/posts/default/7665724933833446801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftertheleaving.blogspot.com/2009/06/eh-post-where-i-pop-my-blog-cheery.html' title='Eh, the post where I pop my blog cherry'/><author><name>Cian Ó Laoghaire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255259874449023943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnrcawsmZ4s/SqFdfBIvRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/jdT9M40LTrA/S220/IMG000011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
