Someone whom I consider my mentor told me recently that I should consider marrying a speller. What he was indicating of course, without seeming too offensive was that absolutely sucked at spelling, I'm certain he meant it in the nicest possible way :)Fact is, he is not the first person to suggest if not blatantly point out this weakness is my literary abilities (or inabilities:) but the question is, if I marry a speller, would that make me a good one? According to him, at least then theres someone who can read through my final 
copy before its sent to the Editor :) .. good point! So while I go out to look for a speller to marry, I am goign to cotninue to mipsell a tol of waht i wirte frm hree on :) hehehe... that felt good!
copy before its sent to the Editor :) .. good point! So while I go out to look for a speller to marry, I am goign to cotninue to mipsell a tol of waht i wirte frm hree on :) hehehe... that felt good!All in a days work
Today I woke up to a phone call from a Diplomatic representative to Samoa, no names mentioned here, but the person wanted to clarify a comment made yesterday during an interview. I wonder if they sleapt well just thinking of the 
comment, thankfully I did not take note and therefore did not use it in the article I wrote, phew, that saved me some stress.
comment, thankfully I did not take note and therefore did not use it in the article I wrote, phew, that saved me some stress.Two days ago I woke up to a well known business man on the phone, he said there were no pests in his house, apparantly one of my reporters wrote a story indicating there was a certain invasive species in his home. Poor man called and said that the Quarantine was searching his premises because of the article written by our reporter... oops, but in our defence, his name was brought forward by quarantine, so I explained it nicely to him, that we didn't make any of the shit up :)
About two weeks ago I received a call from a close relative, she was pissed off that we had published the name of her son who was charged for posession of narcotics. I felt like saying, dude, its not like a I put the freaking joint in his bag, he knowingly put it there himself. But such is the love of a mother, it sees no boundaries at times, I tottally understood why she scolded me the Editor instead of her son :)
About two weeks ago I received a call from a close relative, she was pissed off that we had published the name of her son who was charged for posession of narcotics. I felt like saying, dude, its not like a I put the freaking joint in his bag, he knowingly put it there himself. But such is the love of a mother, it sees no boundaries at times, I tottally understood why she scolded me the Editor instead of her son :)
A car pulled up outside and a young gentleman walked into the building, he wanted to buy a copy of Newsline today. I told our reporter to give him a copy for free as I was certain it cost him more to drive here than to buy the actual paper, but as the car pulled out, I noticed that it belonged to a Government body that received bad reviews in our Service Reviewer. Chances are the CEO sent the special vehicle to hunt down the paper so they could see what rave reviews they received, ah well, its all in the name of transparency, I hope in some way it does improve the service in this country.
I went to get some information from the owner of the new lingerie store in town, and while I was at it I enquired about a few other things .The owner said, well, as opposed to popular belief, Samoan women do like to wear G-strings. "Really theres a few women who come in, of all sizes requesting Gs," the owner said. I felt like asking if men come in for male Gs as well... chooo hooo.. that would have been something.
