today’s track : The Smiths – Last Night I Dreamt Somebody Loved Me
…no hope, no harm, just another false alarm…
My cubicle is sooo tiny. I can actually reach to my left and behind me and actually touch the walls. I’ve already put in a request to have my little pig pen enlarged somewhat. I’ve also made a request for another desk attachment and a bookshelf. For the love of dog, I can’t work in these conditions much longer!! I’m squeezing my stress relief ball right now. It’s in the shape of a heart not because I work for a cardiovascular medical device company but rather because I’m a heartbreaker. Just call me HBK – Heartbreaker Khiem. Actually, if you turn the heart upside down and squeeze it in a certain way, it looks like an ass. I guess you could also call me ASK – Ass Squeezer Khiem. I digress too much but viva Las Vegas anyhow…
Monday, June 30, 2003
Sunday, June 29, 2003
today's track: REM - Losing My Religion
First of all I've got no religion to lose (sorry for the bad grammar). If you're talking about faith though, I lost that awhile ago. I'm just starting to regain it. It comes and goes with the cycles in my life. My friends and I have compared our lives to that of a SINE or COSINE curve. We all have periods of ups and downs and for the longest time I looked for a way to break out of that cycle and to avoid the downs. Recently I've realized that you can't avoid the downs, you just have to learn to deal with them better. I think I'm really starting to see the light.
What once was a hung head wallowing and self-loathing is now a chin starting to look up. The tide is turning and I'm riding this wave into shore . Duuuuude. Sweeeet.
Speaking of sweet -- last night we all watched as DJ Seto did his magic on the turntables at Cafe Havana. His set was absolutely solid. Just when I thought he was starting to wind down the night, he broke out his fresh new breakz remix of Clocks by Coldplay. Damn fresh! Seto's got crazy skills and a fine tuned ear for music and yet no one has signed him to a regular gig. I guess breakz, trance, and uk hard house aren't mainstream enough for today's ghetto fabulous youth. I've supported Seto since his beginnings when the only people who showed up to listen to him was a handful of good friends and I'll be there when he finally gets his big break. Don't worry Seto, we'll be seeing your name in the big bright lights one day. Til then, keep on rocking the free world.
First of all I've got no religion to lose (sorry for the bad grammar). If you're talking about faith though, I lost that awhile ago. I'm just starting to regain it. It comes and goes with the cycles in my life. My friends and I have compared our lives to that of a SINE or COSINE curve. We all have periods of ups and downs and for the longest time I looked for a way to break out of that cycle and to avoid the downs. Recently I've realized that you can't avoid the downs, you just have to learn to deal with them better. I think I'm really starting to see the light.
What once was a hung head wallowing and self-loathing is now a chin starting to look up. The tide is turning and I'm riding this wave into shore . Duuuuude. Sweeeet.
Speaking of sweet -- last night we all watched as DJ Seto did his magic on the turntables at Cafe Havana. His set was absolutely solid. Just when I thought he was starting to wind down the night, he broke out his fresh new breakz remix of Clocks by Coldplay. Damn fresh! Seto's got crazy skills and a fine tuned ear for music and yet no one has signed him to a regular gig. I guess breakz, trance, and uk hard house aren't mainstream enough for today's ghetto fabulous youth. I've supported Seto since his beginnings when the only people who showed up to listen to him was a handful of good friends and I'll be there when he finally gets his big break. Don't worry Seto, we'll be seeing your name in the big bright lights one day. Til then, keep on rocking the free world.
Friday, June 27, 2003
today's track: OMD - If You Leave
I've convinced Wanda to work on a special handshake with me, just in case alien imposters are among us and try to pull the switch-a-roo. I don't want half human, half alien kids. Unless of course those aliens decide to seduce me in a Shannyn Sossamon or Jessica Alba body -- to which I will have no restraint whatsoever. If I give into my desires and forsake my morals, does that make me an amoral person or am I just a regular guy seizing the moment? There seems to be a fine line between existentialism and anarchy that I'd be treading on here.
Other thing I've been thinking about today -- fatal flaws. Some people have these flaws that make them very difficult to co-exist with. I call them "fatal" flaws because they inevitably lead to the unravelling of relationships around them. Whether that be romantic relationship, friendships, family ties, or just regular acquaintance relationships. I think my fatal flaw is my inability to deal with my own emotions, leading to passive aggression towards others. My ex's fatal flaw was a narcissistic fascination with her own emotions, ideas and development, stemming from the only child syndrome. (Do you smell that?...smells like a bridge burning...) As for Wanda, I haven't known her long enough to figure out whether she has one or not. Mostly likely she does. I just hope it doesn't affect our relationship.
I've convinced Wanda to work on a special handshake with me, just in case alien imposters are among us and try to pull the switch-a-roo. I don't want half human, half alien kids. Unless of course those aliens decide to seduce me in a Shannyn Sossamon or Jessica Alba body -- to which I will have no restraint whatsoever. If I give into my desires and forsake my morals, does that make me an amoral person or am I just a regular guy seizing the moment? There seems to be a fine line between existentialism and anarchy that I'd be treading on here.
Other thing I've been thinking about today -- fatal flaws. Some people have these flaws that make them very difficult to co-exist with. I call them "fatal" flaws because they inevitably lead to the unravelling of relationships around them. Whether that be romantic relationship, friendships, family ties, or just regular acquaintance relationships. I think my fatal flaw is my inability to deal with my own emotions, leading to passive aggression towards others. My ex's fatal flaw was a narcissistic fascination with her own emotions, ideas and development, stemming from the only child syndrome. (Do you smell that?...smells like a bridge burning...) As for Wanda, I haven't known her long enough to figure out whether she has one or not. Mostly likely she does. I just hope it doesn't affect our relationship.
Thursday, June 26, 2003
today's track: tears for fears - Head Over Heels
...something happens and I'm head over heels. I never find out til I'm head over heels...
You can't afford to be innocent. Time's flying by and you have no clue what's out there. I'm asking you to walk with me, not to face it alone. Will you go with me? There's nowhere you can run to anymore.
...something happens and I'm head over heels. I never find out til I'm head over heels...
You can't afford to be innocent. Time's flying by and you have no clue what's out there. I'm asking you to walk with me, not to face it alone. Will you go with me? There's nowhere you can run to anymore.
Tuesday, June 24, 2003
I've posted this quote before...but it's so good I have to post it again...
"To me, you are still nothing more than a little boy who is just like a hundred thousand other little boys. And I have no need of you. And you, on your part, have no need of me. To you, I am nothing more than a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world . . ."
"To me, you are still nothing more than a little boy who is just like a hundred thousand other little boys. And I have no need of you. And you, on your part, have no need of me. To you, I am nothing more than a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world . . ."
today's track: new order - regret
I just have a few comments on love and friendship today...
Love, like many things in life, doesn't always work out the way you expect it to. I've learned to live with that. Some people haven't. I also learned long ago that love makes no promises and sometimes hearts get broken. But rest assured that it's a vicious cycle and you'll be back in love before you know it. It's like a ball of clay -- at first it's abstract, mishapen. As you slowly mould it to an idea in your head you realize that it has potential to be something beautiful. Sometimes you don't like the direction, sometimes it doesn't turn out the way you planned or had in mind, sometimes you think you're done and someone pushes it off the table and shatters it into a thousand pieces. After starting over several times you eventually create something you're happy with and you cherish it because of all the hardwork that went into it.
As for friendships, they last as long as both sides feel important to each other. So ask yourself this the next time a friendship doesn't work out, "did I make the other person feel important; was I important to the other person; is this friendship important?" If any of those are no, then hopefully you can fix that before it's too late. Sometimes you catch it in time. Sometimes you don't. Whatever happens though, just remember -- life's too short for regrets.
I just have a few comments on love and friendship today...
Love, like many things in life, doesn't always work out the way you expect it to. I've learned to live with that. Some people haven't. I also learned long ago that love makes no promises and sometimes hearts get broken. But rest assured that it's a vicious cycle and you'll be back in love before you know it. It's like a ball of clay -- at first it's abstract, mishapen. As you slowly mould it to an idea in your head you realize that it has potential to be something beautiful. Sometimes you don't like the direction, sometimes it doesn't turn out the way you planned or had in mind, sometimes you think you're done and someone pushes it off the table and shatters it into a thousand pieces. After starting over several times you eventually create something you're happy with and you cherish it because of all the hardwork that went into it.
As for friendships, they last as long as both sides feel important to each other. So ask yourself this the next time a friendship doesn't work out, "did I make the other person feel important; was I important to the other person; is this friendship important?" If any of those are no, then hopefully you can fix that before it's too late. Sometimes you catch it in time. Sometimes you don't. Whatever happens though, just remember -- life's too short for regrets.
Sunday, June 22, 2003
today's track: moby - porcelain
As I laid in bed staring at the ceiling and listening to music, the door bell rang. I opened the door to find her standing there. She stood there with a smile on her face. A smile that could light a room but also one that's shown some wear from a long journey. Wanda left me just a short while ago and it seemed as though she was gone forever but she made her way back to me. I reached out to hug her and she hugged me back. "Is there any way I could stay in your arms?", she whispered in my ear. I squeezed her tighter and reply, "You never left me."
As I laid in bed staring at the ceiling and listening to music, the door bell rang. I opened the door to find her standing there. She stood there with a smile on her face. A smile that could light a room but also one that's shown some wear from a long journey. Wanda left me just a short while ago and it seemed as though she was gone forever but she made her way back to me. I reached out to hug her and she hugged me back. "Is there any way I could stay in your arms?", she whispered in my ear. I squeezed her tighter and reply, "You never left me."
Friday, June 20, 2003
today's track : new order - turn my way
It's Stanathan's bday today and boy did we get him a doozy of a bday present. He's going to be sooo surprised!! Ok, maybe not. I doubt he'll even like the gifts. I know what would really surprise him though. Wrapped up poo from my ass. How surprised would a person be to open up their bday present and find human feces? Shit, I'd be surprised! (I sure hope no one remembers this blog next March 21st.)
Ohhh...speaking of gifts. I just ordered myself 2 books from chapters -- The Stranger by Albert Camus and Utopia by Thomas More! Can't wait to get them. I can add them to my growing list of books I intend on reading but have no time to read right now woohoo!
Now I'm preoccupied customizing my emoticons for MSN 6.0. I must go. This is too fun to miss.
Someone said toodles to me the other day...thank god it was a girl or else I would have had to call them gay. I'm not going to say toodles. I'm going to say BYE ASSHOLES! I'm in a good mood today.
It's Stanathan's bday today and boy did we get him a doozy of a bday present. He's going to be sooo surprised!! Ok, maybe not. I doubt he'll even like the gifts. I know what would really surprise him though. Wrapped up poo from my ass. How surprised would a person be to open up their bday present and find human feces? Shit, I'd be surprised! (I sure hope no one remembers this blog next March 21st.)
Ohhh...speaking of gifts. I just ordered myself 2 books from chapters -- The Stranger by Albert Camus and Utopia by Thomas More! Can't wait to get them. I can add them to my growing list of books I intend on reading but have no time to read right now woohoo!
Now I'm preoccupied customizing my emoticons for MSN 6.0. I must go. This is too fun to miss.
Someone said toodles to me the other day...thank god it was a girl or else I would have had to call them gay. I'm not going to say toodles. I'm going to say BYE ASSHOLES! I'm in a good mood today.
Wednesday, June 18, 2003
today's track : aha - take on me
Shaky's Dinner
Cocktails - 2 Caesars, 2 White Wines
Appetizer - Escargot, Caesar Salad
Main Course - Fillet Mignon & Lobster
Dessert - Raspberry Mousse
Wanda's Dinner
Cocktails - Tap Water
Appetizer - Ritz Crackers
Main Course - Ravioli
Dessert - Jello
How's that for contrast...
Shaky's Dinner
Cocktails - 2 Caesars, 2 White Wines
Appetizer - Escargot, Caesar Salad
Main Course - Fillet Mignon & Lobster
Dessert - Raspberry Mousse
Wanda's Dinner
Cocktails - Tap Water
Appetizer - Ritz Crackers
Main Course - Ravioli
Dessert - Jello
How's that for contrast...
today's track : the sundays - here's where the story ends
Company dinner happening in about an hour. It's interfering with my wing night but I suppose I can skip this week. After all, we're going to a big fancy restaurant with every meal starting at $30-40. I've already decided on the steak and lobster meal. So this is what it feels like to live the glamourous life. To be honest I'd rather be munching on my wings and drinking my red stripe. I'm a simpleton, sue me.
Wanda and I saw the Italian Job last night. Quite entertaining but the plot itself was rather thin. The movie basically felt like an hour and a half long car chase. Entertaining, yes. Oscar worthy, no. The Hulk will be out in a few days. From what I've heard through reviews, the movie is solid. I at first was a bit skeptical with the CGI looking a bit like Shrek on roids but still had some hope for it turning out well since Ang Lee was directing. I guess I'll be going to the movies again next week.
Just to warn you -- I'm in a rambling mood.
You know, I've never been very fond of my given name. Through the years I've heard countless number of people butcher it attempting to pronounce it. Some of the moments rather embarrassing and torturous. I guess it didn't help that my parents propogated a false pronunciation of my name so that people could have an easier time saying it. Now when people see the spelling of my name they get really confused because the pronunciation and the actual spelling doesn't match. Then I have to go through the whole explanation of how this retardedness started. I suppose a lot of people out there aren't too happy with their names. I would imagine I'd be a little annoyed if my name was something as common as "Jason" or "Jennifer" or "Anne". I've since grown quite fond of my nickname "Shaky". For one, it's not common. Secondly, it's got a "y" in it. I have a lot of respect for y's. y's, j's, p's, q's, and g's for that matter. Unlike the other letters in the alphabet, these letters don't conform. They stray BELOW the line and they don't give a damn. I've been pretty conforming all my life, I guess a part of me wishes it was a y instead of a k or an l.
Well...time to go...big night ahead of me.
Steak and lobster followed by a rendezvous with Wanda...
This is Shaky saying goodnight and so long.
Company dinner happening in about an hour. It's interfering with my wing night but I suppose I can skip this week. After all, we're going to a big fancy restaurant with every meal starting at $30-40. I've already decided on the steak and lobster meal. So this is what it feels like to live the glamourous life. To be honest I'd rather be munching on my wings and drinking my red stripe. I'm a simpleton, sue me.
Wanda and I saw the Italian Job last night. Quite entertaining but the plot itself was rather thin. The movie basically felt like an hour and a half long car chase. Entertaining, yes. Oscar worthy, no. The Hulk will be out in a few days. From what I've heard through reviews, the movie is solid. I at first was a bit skeptical with the CGI looking a bit like Shrek on roids but still had some hope for it turning out well since Ang Lee was directing. I guess I'll be going to the movies again next week.
Just to warn you -- I'm in a rambling mood.
You know, I've never been very fond of my given name. Through the years I've heard countless number of people butcher it attempting to pronounce it. Some of the moments rather embarrassing and torturous. I guess it didn't help that my parents propogated a false pronunciation of my name so that people could have an easier time saying it. Now when people see the spelling of my name they get really confused because the pronunciation and the actual spelling doesn't match. Then I have to go through the whole explanation of how this retardedness started. I suppose a lot of people out there aren't too happy with their names. I would imagine I'd be a little annoyed if my name was something as common as "Jason" or "Jennifer" or "Anne". I've since grown quite fond of my nickname "Shaky". For one, it's not common. Secondly, it's got a "y" in it. I have a lot of respect for y's. y's, j's, p's, q's, and g's for that matter. Unlike the other letters in the alphabet, these letters don't conform. They stray BELOW the line and they don't give a damn. I've been pretty conforming all my life, I guess a part of me wishes it was a y instead of a k or an l.
Well...time to go...big night ahead of me.
Steak and lobster followed by a rendezvous with Wanda...
This is Shaky saying goodnight and so long.
Tuesday, June 17, 2003
Sunday, June 15, 2003
today's track : pet shop boys - being boring
(I came across a cache of old photos...)
I'm a pack rat -- always have been. I keep everything. I have boxes and boxes of "stuff" from the past. I even keep old emails. Today I went to an old hotmail account I used to use to store emails from an ex-gf. To my surprise, it was all gone. Apparently they delete your emails and deactivate your account if you don't use it for 30 days. Three+ years of emails all gone. Not to mention the naked pictures. I suppose I probably wouldn't have gotten much for those pictures anyhow. I swear I could rip off Bill Gates' eyelids right now.
Anyhow, yet another sign that it was time to move on...bury the past and hurry the future...
Had father's day din-din earlier this evening and saw something very appalling -- a girl stuffing her face with Vietnamese noodles. Not only was she stuffing her face but she was chewing with her mouth open. NASTY. Seriously, if you didn't see this girl eat you would have thought, "wow, she's cute!" After seeing her eat I was thinking, "wow, I'm going to puke." So now I've officially added that to the list of things that turn me off of a girl.
My ex-gf was a "quiet eater". She really liked to concentrate on the food she was eating. Conversations during dinner? -- not bloody likely. Honestly, I was starting to get jealous of her salad. The salad seemed to be getting more attention than I was. Then there's Wanda. She's the "thorough, slow eater". She likes to chew about 50 times before she actually swallows anything. And we were having soup that meal. If you don't talk to her, she might take an hour to eat a sandwich. If you want to have a conversation, that might set you back about 2 hours.
Both ate like horses and both had great etiquette. They ate with style and class. I like that.
And with that being said, I must go grab some grub.
P.S. Pigtails are all the rave. If you don't have pigtails, you aren't cool. You heard it here first.
(I came across a cache of old photos...)
I'm a pack rat -- always have been. I keep everything. I have boxes and boxes of "stuff" from the past. I even keep old emails. Today I went to an old hotmail account I used to use to store emails from an ex-gf. To my surprise, it was all gone. Apparently they delete your emails and deactivate your account if you don't use it for 30 days. Three+ years of emails all gone. Not to mention the naked pictures. I suppose I probably wouldn't have gotten much for those pictures anyhow. I swear I could rip off Bill Gates' eyelids right now.
Anyhow, yet another sign that it was time to move on...bury the past and hurry the future...
Had father's day din-din earlier this evening and saw something very appalling -- a girl stuffing her face with Vietnamese noodles. Not only was she stuffing her face but she was chewing with her mouth open. NASTY. Seriously, if you didn't see this girl eat you would have thought, "wow, she's cute!" After seeing her eat I was thinking, "wow, I'm going to puke." So now I've officially added that to the list of things that turn me off of a girl.
My ex-gf was a "quiet eater". She really liked to concentrate on the food she was eating. Conversations during dinner? -- not bloody likely. Honestly, I was starting to get jealous of her salad. The salad seemed to be getting more attention than I was. Then there's Wanda. She's the "thorough, slow eater". She likes to chew about 50 times before she actually swallows anything. And we were having soup that meal. If you don't talk to her, she might take an hour to eat a sandwich. If you want to have a conversation, that might set you back about 2 hours.
Both ate like horses and both had great etiquette. They ate with style and class. I like that.
And with that being said, I must go grab some grub.
P.S. Pigtails are all the rave. If you don't have pigtails, you aren't cool. You heard it here first.
Friday, June 13, 2003
today's track : the strokes - trying your luck
today's retarded link : wing sings
I really like the new blogger web publisher. It's really clean and fast. I guess we owe it all to google for this. To think all my friends gave up on blogger and went over to that gay blog site XANGA. All I can say is -- look who's laughing now FAT MAN!
The day is almost over. I was sort of paranoid that something would happen to me today. Then again the day isn't over yet so maybe I should still be paranoid.
Wanda called me this morning and told me she got "shingles". I was tempted to ask her if she needed help redoing the roof of her house, but the tone of her voice didn't sound like she was too excited about getting these shingles. Thank goodness I didn't say anything because she wasn't talking about the shingles you put on your roof but the rather the dormant viral kind you get if you've had the chicken pox when you were younger. Silly rabbit, shingles are for kids! Anyhow, poor Wanda and her shingles =( I don't believe it's contagious so maybe I'll hang out with her tonight to cheer her up.
Last night Wanda and I went to Chapters to find some books. That place sucks ass. They didn't even have Thomas More's "Utopia". WTF! Doesn't everyone and their cousin have that book? I thought I was the only one who didn't have it but apparently not. Toronto's largest book store doesn't have it either. At least not in the store I went to. I have to "order" it from them online. Ordering stuff online is definitely not my idea of utopia but I suppose it could be useful if I was handicapped and couldn't leave my house.
Anyone want to order anything from Chapters with me? If we order $40 or more, shipping is free!! I believe my book costs $5...hehe.
today's retarded link : wing sings
I really like the new blogger web publisher. It's really clean and fast. I guess we owe it all to google for this. To think all my friends gave up on blogger and went over to that gay blog site XANGA. All I can say is -- look who's laughing now FAT MAN!
The day is almost over. I was sort of paranoid that something would happen to me today. Then again the day isn't over yet so maybe I should still be paranoid.
Wanda called me this morning and told me she got "shingles". I was tempted to ask her if she needed help redoing the roof of her house, but the tone of her voice didn't sound like she was too excited about getting these shingles. Thank goodness I didn't say anything because she wasn't talking about the shingles you put on your roof but the rather the dormant viral kind you get if you've had the chicken pox when you were younger. Silly rabbit, shingles are for kids! Anyhow, poor Wanda and her shingles =( I don't believe it's contagious so maybe I'll hang out with her tonight to cheer her up.
Last night Wanda and I went to Chapters to find some books. That place sucks ass. They didn't even have Thomas More's "Utopia". WTF! Doesn't everyone and their cousin have that book? I thought I was the only one who didn't have it but apparently not. Toronto's largest book store doesn't have it either. At least not in the store I went to. I have to "order" it from them online. Ordering stuff online is definitely not my idea of utopia but I suppose it could be useful if I was handicapped and couldn't leave my house.
Anyone want to order anything from Chapters with me? If we order $40 or more, shipping is free!! I believe my book costs $5...hehe.
Thursday, June 12, 2003
today's track : coldplay - yellow
It's raining outside but the sun is slowly trying to peer through the clouds. The scent of wet pavement is a refreshing change from the smell of humid smog that usually fills my nose as I drive to work with the windows down.
Every morning at this traffic light I see the same people crossing the street to get to their offices. I wonder what their lives are like. I think it'd be a nice change to be them for a day.
As I pull into the company parking lot I find a parking spot and slowly gather my bag and lunch. I enter the office and make my daily rounds of "good morning". My computer is still humming. I forgot to turn it off last night.
I log into my email and slowly read my personal emails first. You haven't written to me yet this morning but I still have an email from you yesterday. It makes me smile. How I wish the day would soon pass by so I could see you.
I wish I was there with you -- wherever you are. I'm not sure if you'd wish the same. I'm horrible at reading you. You're horrible at answering my questions. We're getting better though. I think we'll be ok. Don't you?
It's raining outside but the sun is slowly trying to peer through the clouds. The scent of wet pavement is a refreshing change from the smell of humid smog that usually fills my nose as I drive to work with the windows down.
Every morning at this traffic light I see the same people crossing the street to get to their offices. I wonder what their lives are like. I think it'd be a nice change to be them for a day.
As I pull into the company parking lot I find a parking spot and slowly gather my bag and lunch. I enter the office and make my daily rounds of "good morning". My computer is still humming. I forgot to turn it off last night.
I log into my email and slowly read my personal emails first. You haven't written to me yet this morning but I still have an email from you yesterday. It makes me smile. How I wish the day would soon pass by so I could see you.
I wish I was there with you -- wherever you are. I'm not sure if you'd wish the same. I'm horrible at reading you. You're horrible at answering my questions. We're getting better though. I think we'll be ok. Don't you?
Tuesday, June 10, 2003
Monday, June 09, 2003
Apparently Wanda wouldn't go out with me if I was in a boy band. I find that rather absurd. Ridiculously absurd in fact. I mean, what's wrong with being in a boy band? Why would you discriminate against someone who was in one? Sure it's not that cool anymore, but everyone's gotta make a living! I assure you there are worse professions out there. Besides, what about my radiant personality? Doesn't that make up for anything? I swear I will never understand women. One minute they're screaming for boy bands. The next minute they're hating them.
Friday, June 06, 2003
The topic of losing one's virginity I realize is very awkward for most people to talk about. Maybe I should talk about when I first lost mine to ease into the subject. I lost mine back in highschool when I was dating this obese girl named Sharon. On second thought, I don't think we'll be rehashing any of these memories today.
The irresponsible me sees sex as something fun, casual and not filled with pointless emotional attachment. The sensible me sees sex as something pretty beautiful, shared between two people who have a strong affinity towards each other. I'm hesitant to call that sort of affinity "love" simply because sometimes people group love and sex together blindly. I honestly don't believe the 17 year old me knew what love was but I was convinced we were having sex because of it. The world is naïve and I'm no different.
So the question is, when do you know it's the right time? I know right now would be good. I'll just clear my desk here and make a few phone calls.
Looking for love in all the wrong places.
The irresponsible me sees sex as something fun, casual and not filled with pointless emotional attachment. The sensible me sees sex as something pretty beautiful, shared between two people who have a strong affinity towards each other. I'm hesitant to call that sort of affinity "love" simply because sometimes people group love and sex together blindly. I honestly don't believe the 17 year old me knew what love was but I was convinced we were having sex because of it. The world is naïve and I'm no different.
So the question is, when do you know it's the right time? I know right now would be good. I'll just clear my desk here and make a few phone calls.
Looking for love in all the wrong places.
Wednesday, June 04, 2003
So monday I was sitting next to our new clinical regulations manager and helping her setup her new laptop and her email. While waiting for the laptop to finish installing and rebooting I looked down and saw that my fly was open. Instead of waiting or excusing myself to go to the bathroom to zip it up, I zipped it up right there and then. I guess I wasn't thinking but thank god she didn't say anything, I would have been a little embarrassed.
On tuesday I was sitting in the marketing manager's office showing her some of the new reports I created for her in her customer database and I noticed this magnet sticking to her filing cabinet. It read, "Do one thing every day that scares you." Quite inspirational. So I went home, called around, and before you know it I made a commitment to a relationship. Quite scary. Now I'm almost guaranteed of being scared everyday. Of course I'm just being facetious.
Tomorrow's scary thing to do -- running with scissors.
There's a striking similarity between having SARS and relationships. The only
difference is that with SARS you're only quarantined for 10 days. Both however are life-threatening.
Read a good joke the other day...
"How many kids with A.D.D. does it take to change a lightbulb?"
"Hey, wanna go bike riding?"
In retrospect, that joke is probably better told in person...
So I've got 2 more hours before I head home and prepare for my date with Mr. Buffalo Wing tonight. I swear, if I was a singer or a movie star, I would have a stipulation in my contract that would ensure that my dressing room always has a fresh hot batch of wings. No wings, no work.
Speaking of work, I should get back and do some...
On tuesday I was sitting in the marketing manager's office showing her some of the new reports I created for her in her customer database and I noticed this magnet sticking to her filing cabinet. It read, "Do one thing every day that scares you." Quite inspirational. So I went home, called around, and before you know it I made a commitment to a relationship. Quite scary. Now I'm almost guaranteed of being scared everyday. Of course I'm just being facetious.
Tomorrow's scary thing to do -- running with scissors.
There's a striking similarity between having SARS and relationships. The only
difference is that with SARS you're only quarantined for 10 days. Both however are life-threatening.
Read a good joke the other day...
"How many kids with A.D.D. does it take to change a lightbulb?"
"Hey, wanna go bike riding?"
In retrospect, that joke is probably better told in person...
So I've got 2 more hours before I head home and prepare for my date with Mr. Buffalo Wing tonight. I swear, if I was a singer or a movie star, I would have a stipulation in my contract that would ensure that my dressing room always has a fresh hot batch of wings. No wings, no work.
Speaking of work, I should get back and do some...
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