Simple Object Access Protocol (SOAP) is a system of rules that helps web services work. It is neutral, independent, and has ability to extend. Just like a strong woman.
Lenny
33-year old Junior IT Help desk team member, with unfulfilled dream of a worldwide rock star career
Angie
24-year old IT Help desk team Manager, with unfulfilled dream of a worldwide opera singer
Marc
27-year old Senior Help desk team member, with no dreams. Well, maybe one: sleeping with Angie
Yes, they all sing rather than talk. No, none of them can do that. Yes, they don't care about it. At all.
[In the dark corridors of IT Help Desk team in HQ of one of the major British banks]
Lenny
All of my life
Wanted to be
A guy with a knife
Careless and free
Angie
But ended up here
Talking to her
Drinking my beer
Clumsy as bear
Marc
Here comes the sun
Having so much fun
Being sooo optimistic
And so full of me
Angie
You did this again
Off rhythm off key
Lenny
Like careless barman
Just eating his brie
Angie
Time for the SOAP
Let's get it all done
They want us to cope
No time now for fun
Marc
Hey, Angie, Aaaangie
I would like that fun - if not now how about laaaateeeer
Angie
You did this again
Off rhythm off key
Lenny
Like careless barman
Just eating his pea
Angie
It's serious now
The website must work
Or they raise their brow
And I'll be a clerk
Marc
Nooo waaay let's move on let's do it let's do it then
I've got an idea
On how to speeeeeed it all up!!!
Written to decrease modesty, increase ability to express ideas clearly, and to proof it's ok to be both vulnerable and feisty :)
When you look for sth here
Sunday, 7 February 2016
Saturday, 6 February 2016
Typos are girls new best friends
SETTING
Krk Island, Greece
CAST:
ELENA
31-year old female, an object of desire and centre of attention of all male population of the Krk island
DMITRIJ
65-year old male, father of ELENA, of Russian origin and of Italian nature, proud of his life and of his daughter, a devoted hotelier, running a DMIT HOT hotel on Krk Island, very popular and recommended by many
CALI
57-year old fmale mother of ELENA, leaving with DMITRIJ, very strict and very conservative, with well-hidden passion for art and paintings made by LUK, and passion for LUK himself
LUK
32-year old male painter, boyfriend of ELENA by day, lover of CALI by night, both clever and handsome
Dark Hotel Corridor, 4 AM
SCENE 1
CALIAre you there?
LUK
Yes, darling, coming. Are you ok? Ready for me?
CALI
Oh, stop that romantic nonsence and hurry up here before anyone spots you
LUK
(whispering)
Yes, darling
SCENE 2
ELENA
Luk, is that... is that you?
LUK
Fuck! Yes, darling, it is me!
ELENA
Why are you swearing> And what are you doing here in the middle of the night?
LUK
Im just ... I was just ... I wanted to talk to you.
ELENA
At 4 am? Is everything ok?
LUK
Yes. No. I hurt my finger. But I wanted to see you. Elena, you are so beautiful.
CALI
Luk! Are you coming, or what?!!!
ELENA
Mother?
SCENE 3
DMITRIJ
What is going on here? WHy are you all here? WHat's up? Have you not been able to sleep, jus like me? I think it is the moon. Have you seem it too? Beautiful full moon tonight. I wish I was there.
I once had a chance to become a cosmonaut, it never really happened because of my height freight but I could have been the one out there. Stepping on the Moon.
CALI
Darling, it was just a dream. They never called you, remember? They made a mistake when noting down your address, and they sent the application results to DMITRJ, the one from KRKRKR Island instead. He was kind enough to die 2 weeks after that letter, very appropriate timing, indeed.
DMITRIJ
Ah, yes, Dmitrj, my old friend, let him rest in peace.
CALI
COme to bed, darling. Its ok. You never knew him, its ok.
DMITRIJ
Elena, sleep well, my child, and Luk, go back to your room before I stop pretending I saw you.
LUK
Yes, darling. I mean, sir.
>>>>>>>
Krk Island, Greece
CAST:
ELENA
31-year old female, an object of desire and centre of attention of all male population of the Krk island
DMITRIJ
65-year old male, father of ELENA, of Russian origin and of Italian nature, proud of his life and of his daughter, a devoted hotelier, running a DMIT HOT hotel on Krk Island, very popular and recommended by many
CALI
57-year old fmale mother of ELENA, leaving with DMITRIJ, very strict and very conservative, with well-hidden passion for art and paintings made by LUK, and passion for LUK himself
LUK
32-year old male painter, boyfriend of ELENA by day, lover of CALI by night, both clever and handsome
Dark Hotel Corridor, 4 AM
SCENE 1
CALIAre you there?
LUK
Yes, darling, coming. Are you ok? Ready for me?
CALI
Oh, stop that romantic nonsence and hurry up here before anyone spots you
LUK
(whispering)
Yes, darling
SCENE 2
ELENA
Luk, is that... is that you?
LUK
Fuck! Yes, darling, it is me!
ELENA
Why are you swearing> And what are you doing here in the middle of the night?
LUK
Im just ... I was just ... I wanted to talk to you.
ELENA
At 4 am? Is everything ok?
LUK
Yes. No. I hurt my finger. But I wanted to see you. Elena, you are so beautiful.
CALI
Luk! Are you coming, or what?!!!
ELENA
Mother?
SCENE 3
DMITRIJ
What is going on here? WHy are you all here? WHat's up? Have you not been able to sleep, jus like me? I think it is the moon. Have you seem it too? Beautiful full moon tonight. I wish I was there.
I once had a chance to become a cosmonaut, it never really happened because of my height freight but I could have been the one out there. Stepping on the Moon.
CALI
Darling, it was just a dream. They never called you, remember? They made a mistake when noting down your address, and they sent the application results to DMITRJ, the one from KRKRKR Island instead. He was kind enough to die 2 weeks after that letter, very appropriate timing, indeed.
DMITRIJ
Ah, yes, Dmitrj, my old friend, let him rest in peace.
CALI
COme to bed, darling. Its ok. You never knew him, its ok.
DMITRIJ
Elena, sleep well, my child, and Luk, go back to your room before I stop pretending I saw you.
LUK
Yes, darling. I mean, sir.
>>>>>>>
Friday, 5 February 2016
Stop for a minute
This morning, we got up a little bit late.
Morning routine slightly rushed as a result, yet all the tasks done in the usual order (actually, when in a hurry, that repeated scheme really helps:). I simply begin to master brushing hair with fingers, and inventing sophisticated hair styles, which takes seconds but look like were done meticulously, at the comfort of our own home, for at least 20 minutes. At least. End result - a stunning look. Clearly.
Rushing through the streets, owning the paths and streets (to the point that a lady on a bike told us to mind the road when passing us by; I deliberately ignored her, what a shameful and unthoughtful of me, I know; didn't care and probably would do the same again. Shocking...), we reached the school just in time for the bell.
With no specific need other than just letting go of the overloads of energy I surprisingly had, I was in the very same 'rushing through streets' mode on our way back, my MiniMan and me. And then I felt it.
And stopped.
There they were. Three cherry trees, in full blossom, hidden between a wall and a parking pay point. Hardly seen. Not ignored as the fragrance was so sweet, so beautiful, and so fresh, that I stopped.
And all of the sudden, like in some kind of a dream, all stopped. There was just this essence of freshness and life, and me. Happy to simply be there, and to experience it all.
After a while, all the world around me was back. Cars on the streets, people passing by, me on the run back again.
Smiling this time.
It's nice to be able to feel such things. And be happy to simply be.
Morning routine slightly rushed as a result, yet all the tasks done in the usual order (actually, when in a hurry, that repeated scheme really helps:). I simply begin to master brushing hair with fingers, and inventing sophisticated hair styles, which takes seconds but look like were done meticulously, at the comfort of our own home, for at least 20 minutes. At least. End result - a stunning look. Clearly.
Rushing through the streets, owning the paths and streets (to the point that a lady on a bike told us to mind the road when passing us by; I deliberately ignored her, what a shameful and unthoughtful of me, I know; didn't care and probably would do the same again. Shocking...), we reached the school just in time for the bell.
With no specific need other than just letting go of the overloads of energy I surprisingly had, I was in the very same 'rushing through streets' mode on our way back, my MiniMan and me. And then I felt it.
And stopped.
There they were. Three cherry trees, in full blossom, hidden between a wall and a parking pay point. Hardly seen. Not ignored as the fragrance was so sweet, so beautiful, and so fresh, that I stopped.
And all of the sudden, like in some kind of a dream, all stopped. There was just this essence of freshness and life, and me. Happy to simply be there, and to experience it all.
After a while, all the world around me was back. Cars on the streets, people passing by, me on the run back again.
Smiling this time.
It's nice to be able to feel such things. And be happy to simply be.
All about maths
GINA
Hey!
MAUD
Hey, Gina!
GINA
How are you?
MAUD
I am fine, you?
GINA
Awful. He left me again.
MAUD
You should be the one leaving.
GINA
I know, you told me, silly me.
MAUD
You ignored my words, though. Want to talk?
GINA
Sure, a walk to Camden maybe? We can eat.
MAUD
Eating not an option. On a water-only diet now.
GINA
Really? Again? Want to have another heart attack? Does Mark know?
MAUD
Does he care, should ask... Exhausted with this relationship, eight years now...
GINA
We should both let go, and get on our own. Would be good.
MAUD
Not a bad idea. Shall we discuss it over coffee maybe, and then walk?
GINA
Sure. Wanna come over for a coffee? Got some leftover cookies from yesterday, still edible.
MAUD
Good idea, I will bring water though, and pretend it is caffeine... This diet truly rocks.
GINA
Maybe I should switch to water, too - apparently it is good for you. I will join you.
MAUD
OK.
GINA
...
GINA
What you mean, OK? Where are your 18 words? You loose - again! It is your turn to clean the flat this week. Ha!
Now, come over to my room for that coffee.
The kettle is already on...
(singing)
I am the winner, I am the winner
MAUD
(from another room)
Oh, shout up!
(laughing)
Hey!
MAUD
Hey, Gina!
GINA
How are you?
MAUD
I am fine, you?
GINA
Awful. He left me again.
MAUD
You should be the one leaving.
GINA
I know, you told me, silly me.
MAUD
You ignored my words, though. Want to talk?
GINA
Sure, a walk to Camden maybe? We can eat.
MAUD
Eating not an option. On a water-only diet now.
GINA
Really? Again? Want to have another heart attack? Does Mark know?
MAUD
Does he care, should ask... Exhausted with this relationship, eight years now...
GINA
We should both let go, and get on our own. Would be good.
MAUD
Not a bad idea. Shall we discuss it over coffee maybe, and then walk?
GINA
Sure. Wanna come over for a coffee? Got some leftover cookies from yesterday, still edible.
MAUD
Good idea, I will bring water though, and pretend it is caffeine... This diet truly rocks.
GINA
Maybe I should switch to water, too - apparently it is good for you. I will join you.
MAUD
OK.
GINA
...
GINA
What you mean, OK? Where are your 18 words? You loose - again! It is your turn to clean the flat this week. Ha!
Now, come over to my room for that coffee.
The kettle is already on...
(singing)
I am the winner, I am the winner
MAUD
(from another room)
Oh, shout up!
(laughing)
Hi Five
[I went the easy way this time, and slightly changed my thoughts from 5am challenge post I once wrote.
Technically, it was a sound inspiration:_)
Plus, it is still relevant, still true, and sweet dreams are still the case:)]
GIRL
27-year old, looks quite exhausted, sitting in spacious (clearly, the action doesn't take place in London:) 8:57 train, on her way to work
She talks to herself.
(Many people do. Not so many do that aloud.)
It was 5am when I woke up. 5am!
Everyone is into early starts, morning routines - this challenge involving a completely unwelcomed idea of dragging oneself out of bed for no particular reason other than be in the flow of all the others, miserable, half-asleep early starters...
Actually, it's my MiniMan. My lovely, cheeky, 2.5-year old boy. He has no problem with an early start.
He mastered it.
Driven by desire for a bowl of cereals with milk, he uses few of a vast array of his sophisticated 'wake up, mummy!' techniques.
Clearly, each of them works perfectly fine.
In result, we're up.
Eating - obviously, I'm in for that, too; no one should eat alone.
Talking - and it's not me this time.
Jigsawing - that is MiniMan's part, with focus and passion any entrepreneur wish they had.
Reading - that's me, multitasking trained to the perfection, ha!.
Around us, nothing happens. It's dark - it's 5am. 5am!
We're the centre of excitement, and movement.
And frustration, but only for a while, when a particularly stubborn piece doesn't seem to fit into the whole picture. The meaning of life, 2.5-year old way...
[7:30 am update
We managed until 6:00. And then the nap took us both over; my MiniMan and me.
Power nap. It was a power nap.
Pretty cool, apart from the fact I'm now running late.
At least I had my sweet dreams with that nap. Can't complain...
(smiles)
Technically, it was a sound inspiration:_)
Plus, it is still relevant, still true, and sweet dreams are still the case:)]
GIRL
27-year old, looks quite exhausted, sitting in spacious (clearly, the action doesn't take place in London:) 8:57 train, on her way to work
She talks to herself.
(Many people do. Not so many do that aloud.)
It was 5am when I woke up. 5am!
Everyone is into early starts, morning routines - this challenge involving a completely unwelcomed idea of dragging oneself out of bed for no particular reason other than be in the flow of all the others, miserable, half-asleep early starters...
Actually, it's my MiniMan. My lovely, cheeky, 2.5-year old boy. He has no problem with an early start.
He mastered it.
Driven by desire for a bowl of cereals with milk, he uses few of a vast array of his sophisticated 'wake up, mummy!' techniques.
Clearly, each of them works perfectly fine.
In result, we're up.
Eating - obviously, I'm in for that, too; no one should eat alone.
Talking - and it's not me this time.
Jigsawing - that is MiniMan's part, with focus and passion any entrepreneur wish they had.
Reading - that's me, multitasking trained to the perfection, ha!.
Around us, nothing happens. It's dark - it's 5am. 5am!
We're the centre of excitement, and movement.
And frustration, but only for a while, when a particularly stubborn piece doesn't seem to fit into the whole picture. The meaning of life, 2.5-year old way...
[7:30 am update
We managed until 6:00. And then the nap took us both over; my MiniMan and me.
Power nap. It was a power nap.
Pretty cool, apart from the fact I'm now running late.
At least I had my sweet dreams with that nap. Can't complain...
(smiles)
Wednesday, 3 February 2016
The funniest thing and the saddest
The funniest thing I've ever heard - and the saddest
Scenery set: TV talk show with live audience
CARRIE
All I'm saying is, everybody, at some point of their lives, get cheated on.
Everybody cheats, and everybody gets cheated.
JUDITH
I could've said that's the funniest thing I've ever heard. Only that, I guess... I guess it's true.
Some pay huge price when they find out...
ADAM
That's an absurd! Me for example, I had at least few occasions to cheat on. Never have done it.
The one I remember quite well was in Alcaramaya, next to the west coast of Bohomasara, where the local river, Bitomantica, reaches the Red Sea.
CARRIE
Alcaramaya? I've been there fishing once. Beautiful place. Bitomantica: a great river, full of fish. A wonderful coast of Bohomasara, must visit again. Some day.
JUDITH
Al... Alcaramaya? Are you sure?
ADAM
(nods with enthusiasm)
JUDITH
I've been there. 4 years ago, on my winter holidays. With my sister, who fell for a guy, Adam was his name.
They were together for nearly 2 weeks, spending all the time together, day and night, until his wife and their 2 kids came to him.
Which is how my beloved sister found out he was married.
Next morning, she threw herself from a cliff, the 400-metres one, at the Bohomasara coast, straight into the current of the Bitomantica river.
She was such an angel.
I miss her so much.
So much
THE END
Tuesday, 2 February 2016
A piece of string
CARL
35-year old male, always slouching, always childish, seriously in love with Ness
NESS
38-year old female, aspiring to be the next Da Vinci: starting new ventures and new businesses every second day, witty and full of irony, quite disappointed with her current life, gracefully ;) accepting Carl's affections
At home
CARL
Hey, look what I've got for you today!
(Showing a bright yellow tulip)
NESS
(Not looking at Carl from her comfortable chair, next to the fire, busy with some kind of knitting, with weariness in her voice)
What now?
CARL
A little bit of appreciation would be nice
(adds with very silent voice)
for a change
NESS
I'm sure it's fascinating. It's just ... I wasn't talking to you, I was, I was ... I was talking to this string.
(she points at the piece of woolen string, in bright pink, which she's knitting with)
CARL
(Fascinated, like with everything Ness is involved in)
What are you making out of it?
NESS
I though of creating a nest, a fake best for fake birds - made of pigeons feathers we have lots of at the balcony anyway - and selling them at extremely high prices to the old and middle-aged women with no purpose in life.
CARL
You mean, the ones like you?
(Curtain falls)
THE END
:)
35-year old male, always slouching, always childish, seriously in love with Ness
NESS
38-year old female, aspiring to be the next Da Vinci: starting new ventures and new businesses every second day, witty and full of irony, quite disappointed with her current life, gracefully ;) accepting Carl's affections
At home
CARL
Hey, look what I've got for you today!
(Showing a bright yellow tulip)
NESS
(Not looking at Carl from her comfortable chair, next to the fire, busy with some kind of knitting, with weariness in her voice)
What now?
CARL
A little bit of appreciation would be nice
(adds with very silent voice)
for a change
NESS
I'm sure it's fascinating. It's just ... I wasn't talking to you, I was, I was ... I was talking to this string.
(she points at the piece of woolen string, in bright pink, which she's knitting with)
CARL
(Fascinated, like with everything Ness is involved in)
What are you making out of it?
NESS
I though of creating a nest, a fake best for fake birds - made of pigeons feathers we have lots of at the balcony anyway - and selling them at extremely high prices to the old and middle-aged women with no purpose in life.
CARL
You mean, the ones like you?
(Curtain falls)
THE END
:)
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