Below the Belt
(Keane – Everybody’s Changing)

Even in the most pensive of moods, a day like this will have my spirits up. The sun’s beating down on me and outside, it’s about 22 C with no wind. Days like this, I wish I was still in school so I could skip out on class and enjoy the weather.
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So I bought my first jock. Up until now, I’ve never had much reason to protect my balls. But now I’m laying my balls on the line by playing a game where projectiles have been known to hit that area of the body. I’m attempting my first organized league rollerhockey game tonight.

Now here’s the thing, if you go into a store and they have 3 sizes – small, medium, large – what size do you get? For a woman, the answer is the size that fits. For a man, it’s large or medium (depending on how modest he is). It doesn’t matter if you’re small of stature and the jock looks huge on you, as long as you don’t have to take the "small" size up to the cash register. So I think I might have bought one size too big for me. It’s ok though…I’m painting it red and wearing it on the outside like Cameo. Word up!
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Ever go back and read old emails? I’m not talking about last week’s emails but emails from years ago. I’m a pack rat, so I tend to have emails that are like 3-4+ years old. They’re like little stories. You don’t realize how much you forget over the span of a few years. When you re-read these emails, all the sights, sounds, smells, emotions – they come back so vividly. One day, I’ll look back on this blog with the same sort of awe.
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Happy 2 Years Wanda :)

Crooks and Nannies in every Nook and Cranny
(ATB – Too Much Rain)

Today's the day I pray that we make it through...
...make it through the fall
...make it through it all


We sit here in our offices and our lame jobs thinking that things are great and that nothing could be better than the financial security we’ve built around ourselves. But deep down, we’re all sitting on that lottery ticket hoping that if we win, we could change our lives; live it the way we’ve always dreamed of living it. I don’t know if that speaks volumes about how happy we really are but I know that to some extent we’re all just settling for comfort right now.

Then I look at Sonia and I see a girl who’s doing something she’s passionate about; something she believes in. She doesn’t make six figures and she’s had chances to leave the company when they were going through rough times but she hasn’t. It’s a rarity to find that sort of conviction. I can’t help but be envious and only hope that she has that much faith in us. '

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I’ve had some free time at work lately and I’ve been trying to blog but everything that I’ve typed so far has been dreary. I wish I could brighten up this blog a little. Lately it’s been a real bummer. I’m falling apart with my sprained ankle, cold and allergies. That alongside with being restless at work has put a real damper on things. I am in desperate need of a vacation.

Cancun anyone?

:)

T Dot

Jubilation
(Weezer – Beverley Hills)

We ran out of our nice scented soap in the men’s washroom about 2 weeks ago. We’ve been using this industrial soap from the warehouse ever since. It’s "industrial" soap, so I’m sure it works a lot better than the regular stuff. It’s just a little rough and grimy feeling on the touch. I’m sure that by using this, I’ve wiped away any finger prints and natural scents I have on my hands. If I were a baby bird, my mother wouldn’t be able to recognize me as her own anymore. I’d be orphaned and I’d have to fend for my own. I’d probably be eaten by a predator since I’d be flightless without the proper training. It would be a sad, sad story.

Imagine having the capability to fly but not knowing how. I guess that’s how the illiterate feel. Imagine all the things they miss out on; like my blog. That’s an even sadder story.
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It’s the Friday before a long weekend. Usually on these Fridays, I do cartwheels in the office in jubilation (no, I’m not kidding). I’ve got a sprained ankle from a week ago, so I’ll have to hold off on the cartwheels til the next long weekend. I am quite happy today though. Our general manager has allowed the entire office to leave an hour early today for the long weekend. This is the first time in two years that he’s ever let leave early. The Gods must be shining on us today!
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There’s a birthday party this weekend and the theme has been set to the 70’s. I’m frantically trying to find some old 70’s clothes to wear. Preferably some tight John Stockton shorts and a pair of rollerskates.
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Have a good long weekend everyone!

The price you pay for bringing up my Chinese-Japanese-American heritage as a negative is I collect your head.

Daisy Dan - soon to be in the land of the rising sun!

My Big Fat Greek Wedding
(Babyface - Simple Days)

Congratulations to Arthur and Florence, the newlyweds. It was a great wedding even with all the weird stuff going on around it. During their ceremony and exchange of vows, we could hear through the walls next door, dishes breaking and Greek music. Apparently, there was a Greek wedding in the hall beside us and the walls were those ceiling mounted sliding partitions. Not very sound-proof. At one point during their vows, Florence laughed because of the music through the walls. Not exactly what they had planned but it definitely kept everyone awake during the ceremony. The ceremony itself wasn’t that long actually; about 30 minutes. Personally, I think that’s the way all ceremonies should be done – quick and efficient.
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They say in order to get close to someone; you have to tell them something intimate about yourself. In return, they tell you something intimate. If you continue at it, hopefully you’ll wind up in love.

I’ll have to ask Sonia later, what it was that I said to her that made her open up to me.

I’m not normally very forthcoming with intimate details about myself. Most people would probably say the same. We all like to think we’re some sort of vault of secrets.

I’m reflective by nature, not expressive. Sometimes it’s great; other times it’s a crutch.
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I just bought Douglas Coupland’s new book, Eleanor Rigby. Eleanor is a nice name but it reminds me a bit too much of the 70’s though. Rigby reminds me of a young white middle to upper class family that owns a cottage. So I’m guessing, this book is about the plight of being young and having too much free time on your hands; much like myself.

Like a Hurricane
(REM – Shiny Happy People)

This morning has already started on the wrong foot.

My favourite stall in the washroom had shit stains on the seat today so I had to use a different stall. Seeing how there are only 2 other guys in the office right now, it’s disturbing to know that one of them did it. They probably think I did it because I use that stall the most often. I’m not sure how you even miss a toilet bowl when you’re sitting on it unless your anus is the size of a watermelon.

I also woke up with horrible allergies. I sneezed about 10 times coming to work. My eyes look like I spent a night drinking and puking. Ahh, spring is in the air.
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My g-ma is coming home from her year long vacation in California next week. She’s like a hurricane, if you don’t board up your room windows and doors, she’ll blow right in and re-organize your life. I love her to death though. It’s just different having her around the house again. No more empty cups and plates lying on my desk. No more unfolded laundry lying on my bed. I’m not sure if I’m ready for all this change.
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Vi called my blog “Vietnamese Existentialism”, which is ironic since I call her blog "Vietnamese Nihilism".

Canine Love
(The Beatles - Let It Be)

The feel good story of the day...

NAIROBI, Kenya - A stray dog saved the life of a newborn baby after finding the abandoned infant in a forest and apparently carrying it across a busy road and through some barbed wire to her litter of puppies, witnesses said.

The rest of the story can be found here...Man's Best Friend...

Dogs like this shouldn't be stray, they should belong to a loving family. If you're looking for a dog, please visit your local animal shelter. There are lots of good dogs out there that need homes.

Hey…is that a bike???
(Saint Etienne – Hobart Paving)

Work has been busy. My mind has been concussed with all the focus. Focus was never a strong suit for me. I remember as a kid, my teachers would always tell my parents that I was one of the least attentive students in the class. As an honour student, I was never concerned about their assessments. Surely, this was arrogance on my part. In retrospect though, I might have been well served with a psychological assessment on ADD. This reminds me of a joke.

How many ADD people does it take to screw in a light bulb?
Hey…is that a bike???

I’m not even sure if that’s how the joke goes, I didn’t pay attention when it was being told.

Remember university, and how we used to procrastinate? I think that has to be a common characteristic of people with short attention spans. I remember working on essays and reports and taking 2 hour breaks in between each paragraph I wrote to play computer games. What would normally take a focussed person 5 hours to write, it would take me 12 hours. Those 12 hours would usually be from 8pm – 8am. Now I know I wasn’t the only one. In fact, I’d say a large majority of us have this tendency. So would it be safe to assume that most of us have some problems focussing? Or could it be that we’re all in professions, academic programs or environments that aren’t fully suited to our needs? Maybe it’s a little of both.

So here I am, part of the working world; up to my chin with work, and I’m blogging. You can’t really run too far from your own dispositions, can you?