Student Lifestyle

The University of Bridgeport is located a little more than an hour by train or car from New York City, and just under three hours from Boston. Students often participate in musical events in Fairfield, New Haven, Hartford and Stamford Connecticut as well. Situated within sight of the Long Island Sound and surrounded by scenic Seaside Park, the music program offers students an interesting and balanced lifestyle. Students often balance intense musical activity with workouts in the Wheeler Recreation Center (weights, pool, steamroom and saunas), and the Marina Dining Hall is also located closeby.

Life style

Lifestyle was originally coined by Austrian psychologist Alfred Adler in 1929. The current broader sense of the word dates from 1961.In sociology, a lifestyle is the way a person lives. A lifestyle is a characteristic bundle of behaviors that makes sense to both others and oneself in a given time and place, including social relations, consumption, entertainment, and dress. The behaviors and practices within lifestyles are a mixture of habits, conventional ways of doing things, and reasoned actions. A lifestyle typically also reflects an individual's attitudes, values or worldview. Therefore, a lifestyle is a means of forging a sense of self and to create cultural symbols that resonate with personal identity. Not all aspects of a lifestyle are entirely voluntaristic. Surrounding social and technical systems can constrain the lifestyle choices available to the individual and the symbols she/he is able to project to others and the self
The lines between personal identity and the everyday doings that signal a particular lifestyle become blurred in modern society.For example, "green lifestyle" means holding beliefs and engaging in activities that consume fewer resources and produce less harmful waste (i.e. a smaller carbon footprint), and deriving a sense of self from holding these beliefs and engaging in these activities. Some commentators argue that, in modernity, the cornerstone of lifestyle construction is consumption behavior, which offers the possibility to create and further individualize the self with different products or services that signal different ways of life.

Nepali actress

Actress in Nepal

Actress in Nepal are very beautiful and cute. i believe this is because, Nepal and India are 2 countries which are very near and due to migrations the culture and women in these countries are also similar and very sexy and to say Nepal Actress and Models are very hot and more sexy than Indians. So i leave it to you all to decide and so i have left up a few photos of these Sexy Nepali Model Girls and Nepal Women that you will certainly Love To See. Nepal is one of the most beautiful mountainous countries in the world but billions of People from the globe still don’t know Nepal’s political and geographical situation. Some of them are in confusion that whether it is an independent nation or a part of some country.The fashion in Nepal is very much popular in the whole Asia. Infact, wherever Nepalese citizen goes as a educational purpose or for some other purposes, people starts staring at them because of their taste of style. So never miss these beauties as they are very rare to find.
This Time I will have to ask you.Do You Like Girls in Nepal. there are many Models there and many girls have reached India to act in films just like Our All Time favourite Manisha Koirala. Do You think they are beautiful and sexy. It is your turn to decide from the photos that are put in here just for your entertainment.

REAL LIFE FRIEND

REAL LIFE FRIEND
I have many friends I know only from the Internet, but I have never met one in person…until now. Sure, years ago I had met dozens of pen-pals: people who I painstakingly hand wrote letters to and sent via the U.S Postal Service way back before there was an Internet. For some reason meeting an Internet friend is a different animal. A little over a year ago I befriended via twitter & fell instantly in-like. We both have personal blogs, so for the past 13 months we have read each other’s updates and dutifully left supportive and /or humorous comments. Our Internet relationship bled over to email where we exchanged more banter and delved deeper into each other’s life stories.
Becky was coming to Seattle for a week to be a part of an Improv. Festival, so this gave us an opportunity to meet in person. I picked her up at the airport and was not nervous in the slightest. I already knew her in near every sense except in the flesh. I had a gut feeling we would get along like a house on fire and I was right. When she hopped into the passenger seat I felt more like she was my sister and not someone I was meeting physically for the first time.
I took Becky to my home to meet the family, who also shared an instant fondness. I could tell my toddler was a fan, because he kept bringing her his precious rubber balls and presenting them as gifts; soon she was surrounded by every last one.
When she & I went out for drinks to have an unencumbered conversation, I realized the difference between an Internet friend and a real life pal: In the middle of a description of my childhood, I wanted to hyperlink to a complimentary post that would help with the back story or instantly upload a photo of my first pet. While she was talking, I wanted to refer back to related, previous posts to help fill in the blanks. More than once we each referenced previous blog entries and then expounded upon what we could not say to the Internet, but only in private in that darkly lit, near-empty downtown bar.
We compared our eerily similar birth order: we were both the youngest child by such a large margin, that we spent much of our formative years as the only child in the house, thus the duality of having the “youngest child syndrome” combined with the “only child complex”. Our siblings even had similar names. We also bonded over our tragic parental losses, love for diet orange soda and the Archie McPhee Novelty Store.
It was an absolute delight meeting Becky in 3-D Technicolor and getting to experience her brilliant humor, broad intellect & and balls-out enthusiasm for EVERYTHING. I am proud to call her my Real Life Friend.

life without friendship

Life without friendship
Life without friendship.... is like the dawn without the sun.
Life without friendship.... is like the sky without the moon when the evening has begun.
Life without friendship.... is like a rose without rain.
Life without friendship.... just wouldn't be the same.
Life without friendship.... is like a ship without a sea.
Life without friendship.... just could not be without a friend like you for me.

Very Short Life
(left) Maggie Siu yells at Leila Tong, and (right) Siu yells and also threatens to kill Tong in A Very Short Life.
The Skinny:
Hong Kong’s favorite real estate developer-filmmaker Dennis Law’s latest film is a surprisingly sensitive look at child molestation. However, a whole lot of good intentions can’t compensate for his usual bad filmmaking.
ReviewbyKevin Ma:
Say what you will about real estate developer/filmmaker Dennis Law, but he really is one of the few remaining Hong Kong directors around. With his own production company funded by his other business ventures, Law has resisted the temptation for China-safe co-productions and churned out rare Category III films such as Fatal Move and Herman Yau’s Gong Tau, on which Law reportedly footed the bill and let Yau go as far as he wanted.
However, while Dennis Law is a filmmaker with good intentions, he has very little filmmaking skill. The same can be said for Law’s latest, A Very Short Life. Law takes on his darkest subject yet with a morality tale about child molestation and the effects of turning a blind eye to it. Will Law test the boundaries of Cat-III filmmaking with his taboo theme, or will he actually tone down his filmmaking excess and approach this tough issue with some degree of sensitivity?
The latter does somewhat occur in A Very Short Life. Despite a sensational advertising campaign (one ad slogan reads “You’re not allowed to not watch it!”), Law has the decency to handle the subject without going over-the-top. Much of the child molestation scenes are, thankfully, merely suggested and never explicit. Instead, Law saves his Cat-III ammo for the criminals, mainly Becky Lee (TV star Leila Tong), a mother charged with the death of her 11-year old daughter. The case is told in a series of flashbacks narrated by policewoman Cat (Pinky Cheung) to a real estate developer/filmmaker named Dennis Law.
That’s right, in one of the many strange directorial decisions Law makes as the film's sole creator, the story is framed around himself (played by Eddie Cheung) listening to a policewoman’s story at a party - perhaps because child molestation cases are apparently good party chatter in Hong Kong these days. This self-referential touch only adds to the strangeness of the proceedings. For example, after the film opens on the usual “this film is purely fiction” disclaimer, the film’s first line is “This is a true story.” Someone should probably have checked the final cut for conflicting messages like these - and that someone should have been the writer-director-producer. Even the editor could’ve said something.
Back at the police station, Becky has already admitted to accidentally killing her daughter, but the scars on the young girl’s body have high ranking commissioner Josephine Wong (Maggie Siu, channeling her character from Eye in the Sky) convinced that something shadier happened in the household. This results in an extended interrogation sequence where Josephine and her team of tough policewomen physically and mentally torture Becky into admitting that she knew her husband (a slimy and creepy Samuel Pang) was molesting her daughter. Since the case is told after the fact, you know that Becky will eventually confess. The cops are so righteous and competent here that this could easily have been a China-safe film had the child molestation stuff been taken out.
Then again, there’s not much in the film to really take out. Even running under 90 minutes, A Very Short Life doesn’t have much of a story to tell, and Law seems to know that. In addition to half the film being set entirely in the police station, (with most of that section taking place in only one room), the film features what has now become Law’s trademark: unrelated scenes that get drawn out way past their point of relevance. You may not care about why the Law character is two hours late to a party or how Mao likes to drink beer with a plastic straw, but Law offers those details anyway.
Even the relevant details are drawn out too long, especially during an attempted suicide scene that could've been shocking and disturbing had it ended in 30 seconds. Instead, the scene is extended to an agonizing two minutes, during which shocking and disturbing quickly turn into over-the-top thanks to a liberal use of cgi blood. If there's ever was a movie that practices a total lack of storytelling efficiency and economy, that movie may be A Very Short Life.
Law remains a filmmaker who only has money to ignore the Chinese market, and not enough to hire a decent editor or script consultant. The lacking filmmaking is especially unfortunate as there are some good things going for the film. The performances are solid, especially Maggie Siu’s commanding turn as the angry commissioner. Also, Leila Tong pulls off her demanding role surprisingly well, especially since she spends most of her performance being tortured. Law does convey the shocking impact of his taboo subject without ever exploiting it or taking it too far. However, a mountain of good intentions can't get past bad filmmaking, and A Very Short Life has that in spades.

News from Nepal -Jiri to Namche

News from Nepal - Jiri to Namche
Nepali GirlMontreal and Kathmandu are a world apart. Excluding stop-overs: 6 hours to Los Angeles, 17 hours to Bangkok then 4 hours to Kathmandu adds up to 27 hours worth of leg cramp, and not much sleep. It would actually have been slightly shorter (but more expensive) to fly the other way around the world. But before I can start trekking, there's a 10-hour public bus ride to survive, switch-backing for hours as we climb to a high pass then dig-zagging down to a river crossing, only to repeat the cycle over and over again. Other than a ruptured break line and my first meal of dal bhat (more on this delicacy later), the bus trip from Kathmandu to Jiri was not too scary. Why on earth would I want to go through all that to reach a tiny village in rural Nepal? Because it's just about as close as I can get by road to the Khumbu region in the Himalayas of North-Eastern Nepal, bordering Tibet. It's the home of 5 monster mountains (including Everest) that exceed 8000m (26000 ft) and many other close contenders. There's nowhere higher and arguably nowhere more beautiful on earth.
Birds-eye view of the TrekWith some help from Google Earth. This blog entry covers Jiri to Namche.have flown to Lukla at the doorstep of the Khumbu but I chose as the first half of my trek to walk the traditional approach route through Sherpa villages to Namche Bazaar. This is a pedestrian highway used by the hundreds of porters who provision these villages just as they have done for centuries. After acclimatizing in here in Namche Bazaar, the second half of my trek will be to hike to Gokyo for spectacular close-up views of the Himalayas, but that will be for the next edition. This first part is not a wilderness trek but rather an intimate view into rural Nepali life. There are people everywhere and the abundance of children is a testament to Nepal's explosive 2.3% annual population growth rate. The trail not only crosses countless micro-villages but it seems to almost dissect homes because so much of life here happens around the house. Many homes also serve as tea-houses or lodges, serving meals and accommodation to passing porters and the occasional trekker. A typical tea-house is small, dark and smoky; smoky because all meals are prepared on an indoor open fire (photo), often without the benefit of a chimney. Nepali Life Outdoorsoozes out from beneath the eaves (photo). Lodges, larger and therefore somewhat less smoky, offer multiple guest rooms. Both types of establishment are unheated, uninsulated and necessarily draughty. It takes some courage to crawl out of the warm sleeping bag in the morning when it's 5 C in the room. Lodge room prices have ranged from a low of $0.75 per night when I shared a room with 2 others, to a high of $2.00 per night for a private room. I once bought a bottle of beer at a lodge that cost 6 times the price of my room! But of course the beer had to be carried for days on a porter's back. My daily routine starts by getting up at 6 AM and having a breakfast of porridge and pancakes before hitting the trail for about 3 hours. Lunch takes an hour and a half because there's no such thing as fast food here. I trudge for another 3 hours in the afternoon, have supper at 7 PM and I'm fast asleep by 8. Some days I climbed 1000 to 1300m in the morning only to descend almost as much in the afternoon. NepalProud i Manorder is reversed but flat terrain is nonexistent. There are no roads at all in this part of Nepal but yet houses cling to steep slopes everywhere. Anything that cannot be produced locally must be carried by streams of porters that trod a network of steep mountain the footpaths. These porters are surprisingly small for the enormous loads they carry. Most are in their teens and some are even younger. Child labour among porters (photo) is an issue that aid organizations are attempting to discourage. Porters take orders in various villages and then walk for days to supply points such as Jiri before hauling these huge loads back. They are paid by distance and weight carried. From Jiri to Namche Bazaar (the first week of my trek) a porter would earn the equivalent $0.75 per kg. So how much can they carry? A standard load is 30 kg but some women can carry as much as 50 kg (1110 lbs) and men up to 80 kg (175 lbs). I saw one 18-20 year-old man grunting his way up a hill with 7 full 18-liter containers of kerosene on his back - that's about 100 kg (220 lbs)! (photo)
Proud Nepali WomanThey are human transport trucks. Many villages now have some form of electricity, usually from local micro hydro-electric generating stations that provide barely enough power for dim lighting, but certainly not enough for cooking or heating. When I arrived at one lodge in the midst of a thunderstorm, I was told that they had disconnected the electricity as a precaution. That seemed overly cautious to me but I didn't mind. A few days later, another lodge did not take the same precaution. Several times during the storm, an empty light socket near me flashed over with a loud snapping zap. This didn't seem to bother the lodge keeper at all and he just reset the breaker when it tripped. Thoughts for Food The standard dish in Nepal is dal bhat. When I say standard, I mean that it is offered absolutely everywhere, even when it does not appear on a menu (it goes without saying). Nepalis eat dal bhat every day, usually twice per day. So what is it? A bowl of lentil soup (dal) is poured over a pile of rice (bhat), then the "diner" tosses curried green vegetables or potatoes onto the heap and
Nepali Woman Working in Fieldmassages everything into a mush with bare hands before scooping into his mouth, using gooey fingers as the only utensils (photo). It's a sight to see but a hungry trekker is well advised to get used to it because it's usually the freshest and most edible dish offered. Dal bhat is almost always all-you-can-mush, not that I've asked for seconds. Other good choices include Sherpa stew (photo) or Tibetan momos but any Western sounding menu item is a risky undertaking. I tried pizza once. It looked like they just threw a little bit of everything they had in the kitchen, including a soft-yoke egg, onto some chapati bread and smothered it all in ketchup for an authentic red look. There are no ovens so food is either boiled or fried. I have not had meat since starting the trek. I knew from previous trips that sooner or later I would crave some familiar comfort food, so I brought a couple packages of the powdered spaghetti sauce that I like to take camping. One evening, there was nothing appetizing on the lodge's menu except spaghetti and I shuttered to think how they might mess that up with no
Very Young Portertomatoes in sight and the ketchup bottle suspiciously handy. I asked the cook to just cook plain noodles and let me make my own sauce on the kitchen fire. It was exactly what I needed and I rarely remember spaghetti tasting so good. My mouth is watering now as I write about spaghetti and await my dal bhat to be served.