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Printablepsychodelicide said: funkpill said: Interviewing FunkPill
Interviewer: Mr. Pill... Funk: Shut up!!! Interviewer: That completes our interview with Mr. Pill   The Interviewer would also say, "I know your name is Mr. Pill, but that does not mean you have to act like one!" Just teasing ya.  | |
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U7- How do u feel inside?
U7- A bit sad. [b]U7- Really, Why? U7- You know why....you're me. U7- It helps to express your feelings. U7- Not now U7- Ok, How was you childhood U7- 1-10...I would say 4 U7- Your mom? U7-yeah, I still have some hate towards her...some...I do love her, but....I don't know, she makes me very, very angry. She doesn't care...[/b] [Edited 9/12/05 20:09pm] | |
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funkpill said: Funk: Shut up!!!  like you could ever say that to anyone... who are you kidding   She couldn't stop crying 'cause she knew he was gone to stay | |
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emm said: funkpill said: Funk: Shut up!!! like you could ever say that to anyone... who are you kidding you're probably right..... | |
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Interviewer I'm not talking to her  ..she gives me the shits
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Ocean said: Interviewer I'm not talking to her
..she gives me the shits
Ocean So true!  | |
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Ocean said: Interviewer I'm not talking to her
..she gives me the shits
Ocean | |
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From the outside, the home of Charlotte Gelin looks like any of the other houses in this quiet street in inner suburbia. But once inside the front door, oh boy. The sound of one child shrieking in the kitchen and a baby screaming in a bedroom accosts the eardrums. I trip over a stuffed pikachu. What is that, a yellow pig? Charlotte laughs politely, the phone held between her cheek and her shoulder. "I'll call you back later, OK?" she murmurs into the phone as she races past me with yet another child in tow, straight to the bathroom. A second later the sound of rejoicing comes from within. Both emerge triumphant, "His first poo in the toilet!" Next stop, baby's room. "Last in the pecking order" Charlotte swoops the baby out of his cot and covers him with kisses and he promptly breaks into a belly laugh - "if only that sound could be bottled, I'd be a millionaire!".
Meanwhile in the kitchen, the shrieking has died down temporarily. "Mummy, do I go to kindy today?" Yes, it seems today is a kindy day and everyone is running late. Pyjamas to get out of, although it is nearly 12.30pm. Charlotte beams at me, "I have even brushed my teeth today since I knew you were coming. I did sweep, but that was before lunch, so now I have to sweep again." Did I come at a bad time? "There is no better time, to be honest. It's always like this. But every day, when baby sleeps and the eldest is at kindy, I put a video on for the middle one and I can check my emails, do a little work and hang out at the org a little". A little down-time? "Yes, very little!" she smiles, absentmindedly cleaning earwax out of the baby's ear with the nail on her little finger while nursing him - just a quick top up before the kindy run. The two elder boys have their shoes on (finally), and are fighting over a Darth Vader mask. While she sits on the "Throne" (her name for the IKEA chair "only $89!" that is most preferred for breastfeeding) there is nothing much Charlotte can do about the fighting. "While I am sitting here they know I can't do anything much, I have shouted at them until I am blue in the face and they pay no attention. But don't worry, a spell in the naughty-corridor will set them straight." At the mention of these words, the boys calm down a bit and decide to climb onto the kitchen counter instead to look for spare change to put into their piggy back. It takes 45 minutes to get everyone into the car and with a weary expression Charlotte waves to me as she drives off. Hey! What about my interview? I sit down on the step and wonder if I should wait. I think she said she had to go to the supermarket, and the library. I could be here a while. | |
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Ocean said: Interviewer I'm not talking to her
..she gives me the shits
Ocean 
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hm..
unlucky7 - your interview seems.. true to form; ocean - I suppose we will know more about you when the tide is high; charlottegelin - WOW. I was "overwhelmed" just reading your (well-written) description.. I can't imagine how it must be to deal with that.. you must be a strong person. wow. I'll see you tonight..
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charlottegelin said: From the outside, the home of Charlotte Gelin looks like any of the other houses in this quiet street in inner suburbia. But once inside the front door, oh boy. The sound of one child shrieking in the kitchen and a baby screaming in a bedroom accosts the eardrums. I trip over a stuffed pikachu. What is that, a yellow pig? Charlotte laughs politely, the phone held between her cheek and her shoulder. "I'll call you back later, OK?" she murmurs into the phone as she races past me with yet another child in tow, straight to the bathroom. A second later the sound of rejoicing comes from within. Both emerge triumphant, "His first poo in the toilet!" Next stop, baby's room. "Last in the pecking order" Charlotte swoops the baby out of his cot and covers him with kisses and he promptly breaks into a belly laugh - "if only that sound could be bottled, I'd be a millionaire!".
Meanwhile in the kitchen, the shrieking has died down temporarily. "Mummy, do I go to kindy today?" Yes, it seems today is a kindy day and everyone is running late. Pyjamas to get out of, although it is nearly 12.30pm. Charlotte beams at me, "I have even brushed my teeth today since I knew you were coming. I did sweep, but that was before lunch, so now I have to sweep again." Did I come at a bad time? "There is no better time, to be honest. It's always like this. But every day, when baby sleeps and the eldest is at kindy, I put a video on for the middle one and I can check my emails, do a little work and hang out at the org a little". A little down-time? "Yes, very little!" she smiles, absentmindedly cleaning earwax out of the baby's ear with the nail on her little finger while nursing him - just a quick top up before the kindy run. The two elder boys have their shoes on (finally), and are fighting over a Darth Vader mask. While she sits on the "Throne" (her name for the IKEA chair "only $89!" that is most preferred for breastfeeding) there is nothing much Charlotte can do about the fighting. "While I am sitting here they know I can't do anything much, I have shouted at them until I am blue in the face and they pay no attention. But don't worry, a spell in the naughty-corridor will set them straight." At the mention of these words, the boys calm down a bit and decide to climb onto the kitchen counter instead to look for spare change to put into their piggy back. It takes 45 minutes to get everyone into the car and with a weary expression Charlotte waves to me as she drives off. Hey! What about my interview? I sit down on the step and wonder if I should wait. I think she said she had to go to the supermarket, and the library. I could be here a while.
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TMPletz said: charlottegelin said: From the outside, the home of Charlotte Gelin looks like any of the other houses in this quiet street in inner suburbia. But once inside the front door, oh boy. The sound of one child shrieking in the kitchen and a baby screaming in a bedroom accosts the eardrums. I trip over a stuffed pikachu. What is that, a yellow pig? Charlotte laughs politely, the phone held between her cheek and her shoulder. "I'll call you back later, OK?" she murmurs into the phone as she races past me with yet another child in tow, straight to the bathroom. A second later the sound of rejoicing comes from within. Both emerge triumphant, "His first poo in the toilet!" Next stop, baby's room. "Last in the pecking order" Charlotte swoops the baby out of his cot and covers him with kisses and he promptly breaks into a belly laugh - "if only that sound could be bottled, I'd be a millionaire!".
Meanwhile in the kitchen, the shrieking has died down temporarily. "Mummy, do I go to kindy today?" Yes, it seems today is a kindy day and everyone is running late. Pyjamas to get out of, although it is nearly 12.30pm. Charlotte beams at me, "I have even brushed my teeth today since I knew you were coming. I did sweep, but that was before lunch, so now I have to sweep again." Did I come at a bad time? "There is no better time, to be honest. It's always like this. But every day, when baby sleeps and the eldest is at kindy, I put a video on for the middle one and I can check my emails, do a little work and hang out at the org a little". A little down-time? "Yes, very little!" she smiles, absentmindedly cleaning earwax out of the baby's ear with the nail on her little finger while nursing him - just a quick top up before the kindy run. The two elder boys have their shoes on (finally), and are fighting over a Darth Vader mask. While she sits on the "Throne" (her name for the IKEA chair "only $89!" that is most preferred for breastfeeding) there is nothing much Charlotte can do about the fighting. "While I am sitting here they know I can't do anything much, I have shouted at them until I am blue in the face and they pay no attention. But don't worry, a spell in the naughty-corridor will set them straight." At the mention of these words, the boys calm down a bit and decide to climb onto the kitchen counter instead to look for spare change to put into their piggy back. It takes 45 minutes to get everyone into the car and with a weary expression Charlotte waves to me as she drives off. Hey! What about my interview? I sit down on the step and wonder if I should wait. I think she said she had to go to the supermarket, and the library. I could be here a while.
You're my hero. Thanks!
Thanks JaChri! kind words. Am I strong or am I strong!!!!  | |
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mltijchr said: have you ever wanted to ask yourself.. “the tough questions” about you, your life or some experience in your life?? have you ever wondered how you would do in an interview.. that was done by you (or some part of your personality)?? I do this a lot actually, when I'm daydreaming while riding a bike, or knitting. They are mostly verrrrry interesting interviews About my life so far, my ideas and fantasies, how I see myself and how succesfull I will be and so on... Ah, daydreaming | |
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you people talk a lot.....  | |
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charlotte you are indeed strong!
isa - come on, give it up! we know you've got a good self-interview just waiting to come out! I'll see you tonight..
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Interviewer - Go do some bloody work Kylie
Kylie - Bite me | |
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