Quote of the Moment:
"You know when you first fall for someone and you feel like you want to do a million things with that person? You want to bake him bread. You want to write his name in dirt on your car. You want to surprise him with new socks or wear something that will make his jaw drop. You want to show him your favorite places and let him win at miniature golf or bowling (but never Scrabble). You want to stay up all night with him – talking or whatnot, and you want to never stop smiling.
Yeah. I like that feeling."
--Beth Cherry, The North Carolina Experiment, October 31, 2003
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This girl never lets me down when I'm looking for good read.
Friday, October 31, 2003
Alright, either I'm a hardcore volleyball player, or I just purchased myself one crap-ass pair of kneepads. I'd very much like to believe it is the former case, however, if I really was such a good volleyball player, I wouldn't have to use my kneepads so much! :p
I went shopping with Senorita today, and amidst the plethora of unnecessary accessories we bought, I treated myself to a new pair of kneepads. I figured it was about time since my last pair were coming up on their...8th anniversary, and since after each game there seemed to be more foam on the court than actually protecting my knees (and we all know how importantly precious my knees are to me, right?). Anyway, less than 5 hours after leaving the store with them, I managed to burn a hole through my right one. Yes, burn. I figure I slid a good enough distance, therefore generating enough heat to melt through the fabric and elastics, and therefore burning the hole. *sigh* So I'm thinking of going back to the store and challenging them to stand behind their product and offer me a free replacement pair. I don't know how far I'll get with that, but I suppose it's worth a try. Free kneepads and a new ball...how sweet would that be?
Speaking of volleyball, I believe that Tuesday's victory was all due to the unnecessary noise G and I generated both on and off the court. A little noise goes a long way...so you can imagine what a lot of unnecessary noise did...it weirded the crap out of the other team. At first it started off with just a little extra cheering for things that you wouldn't normally encourage--a bad hit, a fluky serve, a fumbled pass--but then it escalated to abrupt cries and grunts to each other in between random plays; finally it came down to random eruptions of sounds, ranging from "AHHHHHs" to "UGHs" and other assorted croons, accompanied by over-dramatic facial expressions. It was hard not to have a good time doing it, and it seemed to affect the whole team, in a good way, of course. Afterwards, G and I victoriously (and unnecessarily) grunted and bellowed our way to the car, bursting into laughter between exchanges. Good times, good times.
I went shopping with Senorita today, and amidst the plethora of unnecessary accessories we bought, I treated myself to a new pair of kneepads. I figured it was about time since my last pair were coming up on their...8th anniversary, and since after each game there seemed to be more foam on the court than actually protecting my knees (and we all know how importantly precious my knees are to me, right?). Anyway, less than 5 hours after leaving the store with them, I managed to burn a hole through my right one. Yes, burn. I figure I slid a good enough distance, therefore generating enough heat to melt through the fabric and elastics, and therefore burning the hole. *sigh* So I'm thinking of going back to the store and challenging them to stand behind their product and offer me a free replacement pair. I don't know how far I'll get with that, but I suppose it's worth a try. Free kneepads and a new ball...how sweet would that be?
Speaking of volleyball, I believe that Tuesday's victory was all due to the unnecessary noise G and I generated both on and off the court. A little noise goes a long way...so you can imagine what a lot of unnecessary noise did...it weirded the crap out of the other team. At first it started off with just a little extra cheering for things that you wouldn't normally encourage--a bad hit, a fluky serve, a fumbled pass--but then it escalated to abrupt cries and grunts to each other in between random plays; finally it came down to random eruptions of sounds, ranging from "AHHHHHs" to "UGHs" and other assorted croons, accompanied by over-dramatic facial expressions. It was hard not to have a good time doing it, and it seemed to affect the whole team, in a good way, of course. Afterwards, G and I victoriously (and unnecessarily) grunted and bellowed our way to the car, bursting into laughter between exchanges. Good times, good times.
Thursday, October 30, 2003
I don't care what you say--you are NOT a coffee drinker when you have 4 creams and 4 sugars in your SMALL cup of coffee. 4 creams and 5 sugars in a large coffee doesn't make it any better. If you're going to drink a coffee, you should at least have a SENSE of what coffee tastes like, not what sweet cream tastes like. Seriously. I nearly turned to the girl in line that ordered this outrageous coffee (actually, hers was a 5 and 5 coffee) and asked her if she was sure she wanted some coffee with that--just in case she realized that she mistakenly said "coffee" when she meant to say "warm water" or something. Really. After triple triple, additives should be outlawed. Too much cream gives me gas...
Wednesday, October 29, 2003
Tuesday, October 28, 2003
I haven't read Penny Arcade in a while. Probably because everytime I start, I can't stop and I have to read every single one over and over again cuz they're just so frickin' funny! I admit, not being a hard-core gamer, I don't always get the jokes they're making about certain games, but living with a gamer-brother does help. But then there are just some that are just too good regardless. Allow me to share a few with those of you who have not bothered to take a look at any of the links I post up and continue to add to on my page here. Do any of you notice what I put up there? Do you take a look? That's what I put them up there for! For you! YOU!!! I digress...
A Penny Saved
That's Me on the Left
Lest Ye be Judged
A Close One
Garbage is Too Kind a Word
Hehehe...Jim. Hehehe...cushioned. Hehehe...poop...
A Penny Saved
That's Me on the Left
Lest Ye be Judged
A Close One
Garbage is Too Kind a Word
Hehehe...Jim. Hehehe...cushioned. Hehehe...poop...
Quote of the Moment:
"Just now I read this in an interview with Thom Yorke on CNN:
'I've never been able to understand why so many people get it," he said. "That, to me, is the thing. It surprises me because the thing I'm always paranoid about is whether I'm the only one who understands what I'm trying to do. It's the same to everybody in the band. We need to tell each other that what we're doing is good.'
This made me think of something that has been squirreling around in my head lately about how you don't have to be great on a global, national, regional, or even small community scale; but that if five or ten people consistently believe in each other and enjoy each other creatively, then that's pretty good."
--Beth Cherry, The North Carolina Experiment - October 28,2003
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I believe it. You don't need everyone to think you're great. You just need to support and be supported by a vital number of people--be they friends or fans--to know that you've truly done your job, and that you've done it well. Fame is all comparative. Boobie's definitely famous: she's got an album sold worldwide, concert listings, posters all over the place, a forum about her online, a fan club, and all of her closest friends to support her. But you don't need all of that to be famous (although I'm VERY proud of boobie for having all of that and I wouldn't want her to have any less for the world). Comparatively, Jean is famous too--that's why he's called Jean afterall. Walk around school and people recognize him and herald him as a monument of that place, of the basketball and volleyball courts, as a good tito (with or without a wedgie), and a good friend. Therefore, he's definitely famous too. And then it only follows that we boos are all famous--we are our own fan club for each other. We will yet take over the world, just wait and see.
I think we're all famous to someone. I think it's important that we're all famous to someone. I think someone is always admiring you and supporting you all the time, whether you know it or not. I know I admire people secretly. I admire that girl at school because she's so tall but manages to fit in confidently anyway; I admire that guy on the courts because he's so good at volleyball, but he's so modest at the same time; I admire that girl at mom's work because she's just so bubbly, cute, and not afraid of anyone. Be admired. Be famous. Don't worry about trying to find out who makes up your fan club, just know that you have one, and then join someone else's...that way everyone can be famous one day.
(p.s. Can I join your fan club?)
"Just now I read this in an interview with Thom Yorke on CNN:
'I've never been able to understand why so many people get it," he said. "That, to me, is the thing. It surprises me because the thing I'm always paranoid about is whether I'm the only one who understands what I'm trying to do. It's the same to everybody in the band. We need to tell each other that what we're doing is good.'
This made me think of something that has been squirreling around in my head lately about how you don't have to be great on a global, national, regional, or even small community scale; but that if five or ten people consistently believe in each other and enjoy each other creatively, then that's pretty good."
--Beth Cherry, The North Carolina Experiment - October 28,2003
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I believe it. You don't need everyone to think you're great. You just need to support and be supported by a vital number of people--be they friends or fans--to know that you've truly done your job, and that you've done it well. Fame is all comparative. Boobie's definitely famous: she's got an album sold worldwide, concert listings, posters all over the place, a forum about her online, a fan club, and all of her closest friends to support her. But you don't need all of that to be famous (although I'm VERY proud of boobie for having all of that and I wouldn't want her to have any less for the world). Comparatively, Jean is famous too--that's why he's called Jean afterall. Walk around school and people recognize him and herald him as a monument of that place, of the basketball and volleyball courts, as a good tito (with or without a wedgie), and a good friend. Therefore, he's definitely famous too. And then it only follows that we boos are all famous--we are our own fan club for each other. We will yet take over the world, just wait and see.
I think we're all famous to someone. I think it's important that we're all famous to someone. I think someone is always admiring you and supporting you all the time, whether you know it or not. I know I admire people secretly. I admire that girl at school because she's so tall but manages to fit in confidently anyway; I admire that guy on the courts because he's so good at volleyball, but he's so modest at the same time; I admire that girl at mom's work because she's just so bubbly, cute, and not afraid of anyone. Be admired. Be famous. Don't worry about trying to find out who makes up your fan club, just know that you have one, and then join someone else's...that way everyone can be famous one day.
(p.s. Can I join your fan club?)
Song of the Moment: "Come Away With Me" - Norah Jones
Come away with me in the night
Come away with me
And I will write you a song
Come away with me on a bus
Come away where they can't tempt us
With their lies
I want to walk with you
On a cloudy day
In fields where the yellow grass grows knee-high
So won't you try to come
Come away with me and we'll kiss
On a mountaintop
Come away with me
And I'll never stop loving you
And I want to wake up with the rain
Falling on a tin roof
While I'm safe there in your arms
So all I ask is for you
To come away with me in the night
Come away with me
...
Have you ever gotten lost before? As in, let's-turn-down-this-road-and-see-where-it-goes-but-all-of-a-sudden-there-are-no-more-street-lights-and-you-have-to-use-your-high-beams-in-order-to-see-the-dips-and-curves-in-the-roads-and-you-pass-by-"concessions"-and-"hamlets"-and-the-houses-have-fire-numbers-instead-of-actual-street-numbers-and-there-are-unpaved-shoulders-or-ditches-on-either-side-of-the-road-so-you-can't-pull-a-u-turn-very-easily-especially-cuz-the-speed-limit-is-like-80kph-but-the-cars-behind-you-are-going-along-at-twice-that-speed-but-it's-then-that-you-notice-how-bright-the-stars-are-cuz-you're-so-damn-far-from-civilization-so-you-have-to-pull-over-despite-it-being-so-damn-cold-and-star-gaze-for-a-bit-until-it-gets-too-cold-and-you-start-to-drive-along-those-almost-dirt-roads-again-turning-randomly-until-you-find-some-street-lights-and-a-road-name-that-sounds-familiar-so-you-drive-that-way-for-what-seems-a-short-time-compared-to-the-time-it-took-you-to-get-lost-in-the-first-place-and-then-finally-you-get-back-to-civilization-and-you-feel-like-it's-been-forever-since-you've-seen-a-Tim-Horton's kind of lost. I was that kind of lost for a while tonight. It was an adventure. An adventure that was scary at some points, speechless at others, but overall, it wasn't weird. Thanks for the adventure, Jean.
Come away with me in the night
Come away with me
And I will write you a song
Come away with me on a bus
Come away where they can't tempt us
With their lies
I want to walk with you
On a cloudy day
In fields where the yellow grass grows knee-high
So won't you try to come
Come away with me and we'll kiss
On a mountaintop
Come away with me
And I'll never stop loving you
And I want to wake up with the rain
Falling on a tin roof
While I'm safe there in your arms
So all I ask is for you
To come away with me in the night
Come away with me
...
Have you ever gotten lost before? As in, let's-turn-down-this-road-and-see-where-it-goes-but-all-of-a-sudden-there-are-no-more-street-lights-and-you-have-to-use-your-high-beams-in-order-to-see-the-dips-and-curves-in-the-roads-and-you-pass-by-"concessions"-and-"hamlets"-and-the-houses-have-fire-numbers-instead-of-actual-street-numbers-and-there-are-unpaved-shoulders-or-ditches-on-either-side-of-the-road-so-you-can't-pull-a-u-turn-very-easily-especially-cuz-the-speed-limit-is-like-80kph-but-the-cars-behind-you-are-going-along-at-twice-that-speed-but-it's-then-that-you-notice-how-bright-the-stars-are-cuz-you're-so-damn-far-from-civilization-so-you-have-to-pull-over-despite-it-being-so-damn-cold-and-star-gaze-for-a-bit-until-it-gets-too-cold-and-you-start-to-drive-along-those-almost-dirt-roads-again-turning-randomly-until-you-find-some-street-lights-and-a-road-name-that-sounds-familiar-so-you-drive-that-way-for-what-seems-a-short-time-compared-to-the-time-it-took-you-to-get-lost-in-the-first-place-and-then-finally-you-get-back-to-civilization-and-you-feel-like-it's-been-forever-since-you've-seen-a-Tim-Horton's kind of lost. I was that kind of lost for a while tonight. It was an adventure. An adventure that was scary at some points, speechless at others, but overall, it wasn't weird. Thanks for the adventure, Jean.
Song of the Moment: "Every Little Thing" - Dishwalla
Let me in
To see you in the morning light
To get me on and all along the tears they come
See all come
I want you to believe in life
But I get the strangest feeling that you've gone away
Will you find out who you are too late to change?
I wish I could be
Every little thing you wanted
All the time
I wish I could be
Every little thing you wanted
All the time
Some times
Lift me up
Just lift me up don't make a sound
And let me hold you up before you hit the ground
See all come
You say your all right
But I get the strangest feeling
That you've gone away - you've gone away
And will you find out who you are too late to change?
I wish I could be
Every little thing you wanted
All the time
I wish I could be
Every little thing you wanted
You wanted
All the time
Don't give me up
Don't give me up tonight
Or soon nothing will be right at all
Salvation
Will you find out who you are too late to change?
I wish I could be
Every little thing you wanted
All the time
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So, apparently, Dishwalla's Opaline album is a really good one... :p I LOVE IT!!! It's definitely buy-worthy. Fo sho.
Let me in
To see you in the morning light
To get me on and all along the tears they come
See all come
I want you to believe in life
But I get the strangest feeling that you've gone away
Will you find out who you are too late to change?
I wish I could be
Every little thing you wanted
All the time
I wish I could be
Every little thing you wanted
All the time
Some times
Lift me up
Just lift me up don't make a sound
And let me hold you up before you hit the ground
See all come
You say your all right
But I get the strangest feeling
That you've gone away - you've gone away
And will you find out who you are too late to change?
I wish I could be
Every little thing you wanted
All the time
I wish I could be
Every little thing you wanted
You wanted
All the time
Don't give me up
Don't give me up tonight
Or soon nothing will be right at all
Salvation
Will you find out who you are too late to change?
I wish I could be
Every little thing you wanted
All the time
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So, apparently, Dishwalla's Opaline album is a really good one... :p I LOVE IT!!! It's definitely buy-worthy. Fo sho.
Monday, October 27, 2003
Shakespeare Sonnet 44
If the dull substance of my flesh were thought,
Injurious distance should not stop my way;
For then, despite of space, I would be brought,
From limits far remote, where thou dost stay.
No matter then although my foot did stand
Upon the farthest earth removed from thee;
For nimble thought can jump both sea and land,
As soon as think the place where he would be.
But, ah, thought kills me that I am not thought
To leap large lengths of miles when thou art gone,
But that, so much of earth and water wrought,
I must attend time's leisure with my moan.
Receiving naught by elements so slow
But heavy tears, badges of either's woe.
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Oh what I would give to be thought--never would there be space between me and the ones I love. I could be there in an instant, or escape in a heartbeat. I would never have to long for you, I could just be there beside you. Rather than spending my time yearning, I could spend it with you in love. Oh to be a thought. Would you think of me?
If the dull substance of my flesh were thought,
Injurious distance should not stop my way;
For then, despite of space, I would be brought,
From limits far remote, where thou dost stay.
No matter then although my foot did stand
Upon the farthest earth removed from thee;
For nimble thought can jump both sea and land,
As soon as think the place where he would be.
But, ah, thought kills me that I am not thought
To leap large lengths of miles when thou art gone,
But that, so much of earth and water wrought,
I must attend time's leisure with my moan.
Receiving naught by elements so slow
But heavy tears, badges of either's woe.
...
Oh what I would give to be thought--never would there be space between me and the ones I love. I could be there in an instant, or escape in a heartbeat. I would never have to long for you, I could just be there beside you. Rather than spending my time yearning, I could spend it with you in love. Oh to be a thought. Would you think of me?
I totally forgot about the daylight savings time change last night. I actually woke up this morning thinking I was an hour late for everything. Thank goodness it was brought to my attention that I had indeed been a dumbass and had forgotten about changing my clocks (actually, I still haven't changed them yet--my room is in its own futuristic time-warp).
Despite my set-back (or rather lack thereof), I managed to get up, shower, pack my work stuff, punch two new holes in my ears, buy a new pair of pants, a new shirt, 2 coffees and a bagel, all before the time I had to be at work. By 12:30pm (adjusted time), I'd already had an eventful day; those feel really good, don't they? I worked my 5 and a 1/2 hour shift, after which I went home to wait for hun-Gee and watch my family leave for their steak dinners at Tulips--one of the BEST steakhouses in TO. I wanted to go too, but unfortunately there wasn't enough time.
Dinner was yummy pho at the place I'd never been to before and where we subsequently fought over the bill vehemently for once (usually the fights are lackadaisical in manner). From there we flew to Pedro's and then home so I could pack some more supplies before hun-Gee headed to Loo and I headed to boobie's to study. When I got there just after 9pm, it was Squiggly, me, and boo and we all kind of piled into her basement to spend some QT before Squiggly had to head back to St. Kit's for his ungodly early morning shift.
We had just planned to catch up a bit over some warm drinks and mellow music to kind of round out the weekend we'd barely seen each other, but 7 hours, 4 CDs, 3 music videos, 5 coffees, 2 chocolate bars, 2 bags of chips, 5 original songs, a bag of juicy berries, and 2 parking tickets later, we found ourselves barely awake, yet still also barely able to part from the comfort of each other's affection. You know that warm feeling you get when you know you're loved? Well, we were hot tonight.
I really do wish we could just move in together. There's just something about knowing that you're able to come home to love that is just so encouraging. I'd feel like I could survive anything, as long as I'd be allowed to come home after it. You know that whole saying about love being able to move mountains? Yeah, that's the kind of love we had tonight. We may not have had the love we were wanting from the loves that we were aching for, but knowing that we had each other somehow made it okay. And cuddled in each other's arms (or legs or necks, as the case progressed throughout the night) gave each of us the comfort we needed and for tonight, we needed no one else. I could just be speaking for myself, but I'd like to think that I'm speaking on behalf of the three of us. Who doesn't get that feeling when they're around the ones they love, and when the ones they love are loving them right back? If you aren't loving someone right now, you're missing out.
...
I love you.
Cuddled in your arms I know I'm safe.
I wouldn't accept anything in this world to be anywhere else tonight, except in your arms.
Love me.
I find no greater comfort than the warmth of your body next to mine.
It warms me through and through and I wouldn't trade that for the world either.
Your heartbeat. Your soft breathing. Your presence.
If I have you, I need nothing else.
I love you.
Despite my set-back (or rather lack thereof), I managed to get up, shower, pack my work stuff, punch two new holes in my ears, buy a new pair of pants, a new shirt, 2 coffees and a bagel, all before the time I had to be at work. By 12:30pm (adjusted time), I'd already had an eventful day; those feel really good, don't they? I worked my 5 and a 1/2 hour shift, after which I went home to wait for hun-Gee and watch my family leave for their steak dinners at Tulips--one of the BEST steakhouses in TO. I wanted to go too, but unfortunately there wasn't enough time.
Dinner was yummy pho at the place I'd never been to before and where we subsequently fought over the bill vehemently for once (usually the fights are lackadaisical in manner). From there we flew to Pedro's and then home so I could pack some more supplies before hun-Gee headed to Loo and I headed to boobie's to study. When I got there just after 9pm, it was Squiggly, me, and boo and we all kind of piled into her basement to spend some QT before Squiggly had to head back to St. Kit's for his ungodly early morning shift.
We had just planned to catch up a bit over some warm drinks and mellow music to kind of round out the weekend we'd barely seen each other, but 7 hours, 4 CDs, 3 music videos, 5 coffees, 2 chocolate bars, 2 bags of chips, 5 original songs, a bag of juicy berries, and 2 parking tickets later, we found ourselves barely awake, yet still also barely able to part from the comfort of each other's affection. You know that warm feeling you get when you know you're loved? Well, we were hot tonight.
I really do wish we could just move in together. There's just something about knowing that you're able to come home to love that is just so encouraging. I'd feel like I could survive anything, as long as I'd be allowed to come home after it. You know that whole saying about love being able to move mountains? Yeah, that's the kind of love we had tonight. We may not have had the love we were wanting from the loves that we were aching for, but knowing that we had each other somehow made it okay. And cuddled in each other's arms (or legs or necks, as the case progressed throughout the night) gave each of us the comfort we needed and for tonight, we needed no one else. I could just be speaking for myself, but I'd like to think that I'm speaking on behalf of the three of us. Who doesn't get that feeling when they're around the ones they love, and when the ones they love are loving them right back? If you aren't loving someone right now, you're missing out.
...
I love you.
Cuddled in your arms I know I'm safe.
I wouldn't accept anything in this world to be anywhere else tonight, except in your arms.
Love me.
I find no greater comfort than the warmth of your body next to mine.
It warms me through and through and I wouldn't trade that for the world either.
Your heartbeat. Your soft breathing. Your presence.
If I have you, I need nothing else.
I love you.
Sunday, October 26, 2003
I think I'm addicted to coffee. Tim Horton's coffee, specifically; but I suppose java in general. I discovered this today as I arrived at work and found myself to be in quite the grumpiest of moods, despite my having slept the whole afternoon away. My co-workers were being nothing but sweet to me, but I could neither crack a smile or be pleased by any of their efforts to cheer me. I decided to get out of there for a sec and offered to go on a coffee run for my managers. While at Tim's, I bought myself my usual large-double-double coffee thinking nothing of it--only ordering it because I was there (when in Rome...). I got back to work and it wasn't even until after I had delivered everyone's orders to them that I finally cracked open my own cup. And when that sweetly warm liquid touched my rather grumpy lips, I swear I could feel my frown turn upside-down and all of a sudden I was cheerful!
I don't like to admit being dependent on anything, but I think this is one addiction that I'm going to have to come to terms with. I figured that it grew out of the fact that mid-terms and papers were due back-to-back these past two weeks and all I knew during that time were caffinated-insomnia sprees. I mean, I had no reason to need a coffee today at that point, but yet it was all I could do from biting off heads without it! I have to admit though, that stuff is pretty good and it does make me feel all warm inside. Anyone up for feeling good, warm and wired, give me a call--in my mind, it's never too late for a good cup of joe.
...
OW! DAMN YOU BURN!!! Why is it we are so intent on picking at scabs? Why don't we just leave the dang things alone and just let them do their things to heal? My burn's just recently been getting better, but yet I still feel the need to poke and prod at it, as if that'll do anything. Whatever. I know it's something I should just leave be, but just as I manage to push it to the back of my mind where I've forgotten it, something minor brings it all back to the surface again and I'll be once again, poking and prodding. And it doesn't help that it's so dang itchy! Goddammit! Where the hell was that guy's mind that night? I wish I'd at least seen it coming; maybe I could've ducked or something--anything to avoid this constant irritation! When was the last time YOU had a burn? Did it hurt? Did it itch? Did you pick at it? You did? I feel for you. If you didn't, please, share your secret...this is killing me. Owwie...
I don't like to admit being dependent on anything, but I think this is one addiction that I'm going to have to come to terms with. I figured that it grew out of the fact that mid-terms and papers were due back-to-back these past two weeks and all I knew during that time were caffinated-insomnia sprees. I mean, I had no reason to need a coffee today at that point, but yet it was all I could do from biting off heads without it! I have to admit though, that stuff is pretty good and it does make me feel all warm inside. Anyone up for feeling good, warm and wired, give me a call--in my mind, it's never too late for a good cup of joe.
...
OW! DAMN YOU BURN!!! Why is it we are so intent on picking at scabs? Why don't we just leave the dang things alone and just let them do their things to heal? My burn's just recently been getting better, but yet I still feel the need to poke and prod at it, as if that'll do anything. Whatever. I know it's something I should just leave be, but just as I manage to push it to the back of my mind where I've forgotten it, something minor brings it all back to the surface again and I'll be once again, poking and prodding. And it doesn't help that it's so dang itchy! Goddammit! Where the hell was that guy's mind that night? I wish I'd at least seen it coming; maybe I could've ducked or something--anything to avoid this constant irritation! When was the last time YOU had a burn? Did it hurt? Did it itch? Did you pick at it? You did? I feel for you. If you didn't, please, share your secret...this is killing me. Owwie...
Saturday, October 25, 2003
Note to Self: don't go blubbering blubber that other people in blubbering states have just blubbered to you at blubbering times of the night. Blubbering people sometimes blubber things that they don't mean to blubber, and then by blubbering their blubber, you don't make it any better. And sometimes the people you blubber that blubberer's blubber to don't always want to hear that blubbering nonsence. But then again, in the first blubbering place, those blubberer's should watch what they're blubbering when they know that they're in a blubbering mood. In conclusion, no blubbering blubberers should have access to phones that will allow them to blubber their blubber to other people; whether or not those blubberers are blubbering to other blubberers or not. Sound good? Or is that just a bunch of blubber?
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I really think I should go to bed now...I think I'm starting to blubber a bit myself...
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I really think I should go to bed now...I think I'm starting to blubber a bit myself...
Friday, October 24, 2003
Why can't I go to sleep? Well, for one thing, I won't get away from the dang compooter. It's becoming like watching infomercials for me: there's nothing on, but yet I can't stop flipping. And it's not exactly like I'm the most far-fetched surfer. In fact, I only visit a couple of pages altogether--most of them blogs and more often than not, they're my own. So what keeps me glued here? Well, you never know when something might happen. I can't run the risk of missing that! Or, what if I come up with a good idea that I want to put on my blog right away? I can't easily do that while I'm in bed sleeping, can I? Of course, if I'm in bed sleeping, then I don't think too many ideas will come up consciously enough for me to want to put them here. But then what if I pull a Seinfeld (you know, that time when he semi-consciously scribbled down what he thought was the funniest joke ever in the middle of the night, and then he woke up the next morning and couldn't even read his own writing)? Then I might be in trouble. See, it's reasons like that that keep me glued here at night!
Chong said that this was when artists were at their peak time of creativity. The nocturnal ones, that is (well, duh). Is that true? Any nocturnal artists want to share their thoughts? Feel free; it'll give me something to read at this hour without having to leave the comfort of this office chair that just doesn't lean back enough to be comfortable. I think I've had too many cups of coffee and not enough sleep in the past 72 hours. But what could I do? I had to study, didn't I? Thank goodness that's done with, despite the fact that I finally decided to drop out of my elective (sorry Jean, no more [w]-ing or [j]-ing during study-time). Now all that's left is for me to read five different texts by Monday and write an original piece of fiction. Goodness knows how I hate to write about stuff. :p Actually, I think I just might post something I wrote a while ago for you to read a little later tonight since I'll probably be up anyway. Is it even "tonight" anymore? What am I waiting for?
I think that since I'm up at all hours anyway, I should host my own wake-up call service for my friends. It seemed to work the other night for Senorita. I was studying and she needed a nap, so I called her at 3am to make sure that she woke up and got right back to it. Alright, so any one requiring a wake-up call between 12am - 8am at anytime, just email me and let me know--take advantage of this limited time FREE offer! :p Man, this is bad. I know for a fact that some of you are going to be getting up soon--poor Squiggly's already in the shower by now--I really should just call you to wake you up with my "I-haven't-slept-a-wink" voice...it can get pretty sexy sometimes. *sigh* *yawn* Ooooh...that's a good sign. I think I'll start to peel my eyes off the screen now...night-night.
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Pillowtalk
She watched her clock turn from 3:59 to 4:00 in the morning. She still wasn’t tired yet—her last exam was really stressing her. She was glad he had offered to keep her company on the phone while she crammed for the final tomorrow, but it had been a while since he’d last said anything.
“Hey you, are you still awake?”
“Mmmm…” came the muffled reply. He heaved a long sigh of sleepiness a moment later. She smiled at it. They had only known each other for a few months, but had quickly become close friends. She didn’t mind that he had fallen asleep; his soft breathing comforted her and depleted the loneliness of her room while she studied. A little while later, she finished up her reviewing, turned off the light and crawled into bed.
“Hey, I’m done,” she said softly. She heard him grunt an unintelligible reply. “You can go now, I’m done.”
“But I don’t want to ride the train…”
He was babbling. She giggled softly; he’d done it before with humorous results. He never meant to and he never remembered doing so either.
“Where are you going on the train?”
“…Vermont…”
“What are you going to do there?”
“…Ski…snowboard…pick up chicks…”
“Oh really?”
“…mmm-hmm…”
There were long pauses between her questions and his replies, but she didn’t mind. It was an amusing relief from her present stress.
“Who are you going to hit on?”
“…someone I like…”
“Who do you like?”
“…someone…”
“Who?”
“…hot chicks…”
“Which ones?”
“…the hot ones…”
She had to smile again at his ambiguity. She’d always been drawn to him for his sarcastic wit—and it was still there, even in his barely-conscious state. A little flutter rose in her stomach as she recalled sarcastic arguments they’d had over nonsensical issues—he usually won, grinning the whole time. She loved that grin.
“Hey, what’s your e-mail password?”
“…mmm…”
“Never mind, you—“
“’Strawberryjam’…”
“Really?”
“…mmm…”
“Your password is ‘strawberryjam’?”
“…mmm-hmm…”
“Where do you keep you spare key?”
“…flowerbox, under mom’s window…”
“So I can let myself in from now on?”
“…no…”
“Why not?”
"…moving key somewhere else…”
She laughed that time, then yawned. It was nearly 5:00 by then. She knew she should sleep, but she didn’t want to hang up just yet. He was being adorable. She paused, listening to the soft, steady breathing on the other end of the line, disturbed only by the faint, occasional chirp of the early birds beginning to wake outside her window. She curious about one other question; she’d wanted to ask him for a while, but never could bring it up. He gave another sigh; rustling sounds told her he’d rolled over. She decided to finish up—she needed to sleep.
“Hey, go to sleep. Hang up the phone.”
“…no…”
“Come on…”
“…mmm…”
“If I was a hot chick, would you do it?”
“…you are hot…”
“Really? Does that mean you’d hit on me?”
“…mmm-hmm…”
“So why don’t you?”
“…dunno…”
“Are you scared to date me?”
“…no…want to…”
Her stomach fluttered again.
“You want to date me?”
“…mmm-hmm…”
It fluttered a little more. She’d always wondered about it. He meant more than just a friend to her, but she’d never known the other side. She knew her feelings were strong, but she could never admit them—she was scared she felt a little too strongly. She decided to ask her question.
“If we were together, do you think you would love me?”
“…I already do…”
There was a pause before she realized she had been holding her breath. She let it out slowly as her heart pounded and the fluttering in her stomach reached through her whole body. It was another while before she said anything—she listened to him breathe a time, wondering what he was dreaming about as he slept on the phone. Finally, she started to drowse off to sleep herself, still feeling fluttery the whole time.
“Hey, go to sleep, you. Hang up the phone.”
“…hmm?…”
“Go to sleep.”
“…okay…”
“Goodnight,”
“’Night…good luck…”
“Thanks, bye,”
“…bye…”
She hung up the phone on her end and rolled onto her back. Staring at the ceiling, she thought about what he’d admitted, that she’d taken advantage of his unconscious babbling, that he wouldn’t remember it at all. She wondered how she would look at him the next day; too shy to reveal what she’d learned, too shy to tell him she loved him, too shy to do anything about it—but fluttery all the same…
…He hung up the phone on his end and rolled onto his side to go to sleep. He wondered if she knew he’d been awake the whole time…
Chong said that this was when artists were at their peak time of creativity. The nocturnal ones, that is (well, duh). Is that true? Any nocturnal artists want to share their thoughts? Feel free; it'll give me something to read at this hour without having to leave the comfort of this office chair that just doesn't lean back enough to be comfortable. I think I've had too many cups of coffee and not enough sleep in the past 72 hours. But what could I do? I had to study, didn't I? Thank goodness that's done with, despite the fact that I finally decided to drop out of my elective (sorry Jean, no more [w]-ing or [j]-ing during study-time). Now all that's left is for me to read five different texts by Monday and write an original piece of fiction. Goodness knows how I hate to write about stuff. :p Actually, I think I just might post something I wrote a while ago for you to read a little later tonight since I'll probably be up anyway. Is it even "tonight" anymore? What am I waiting for?
I think that since I'm up at all hours anyway, I should host my own wake-up call service for my friends. It seemed to work the other night for Senorita. I was studying and she needed a nap, so I called her at 3am to make sure that she woke up and got right back to it. Alright, so any one requiring a wake-up call between 12am - 8am at anytime, just email me and let me know--take advantage of this limited time FREE offer! :p Man, this is bad. I know for a fact that some of you are going to be getting up soon--poor Squiggly's already in the shower by now--I really should just call you to wake you up with my "I-haven't-slept-a-wink" voice...it can get pretty sexy sometimes. *sigh* *yawn* Ooooh...that's a good sign. I think I'll start to peel my eyes off the screen now...night-night.
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Pillowtalk
She watched her clock turn from 3:59 to 4:00 in the morning. She still wasn’t tired yet—her last exam was really stressing her. She was glad he had offered to keep her company on the phone while she crammed for the final tomorrow, but it had been a while since he’d last said anything.
“Hey you, are you still awake?”
“Mmmm…” came the muffled reply. He heaved a long sigh of sleepiness a moment later. She smiled at it. They had only known each other for a few months, but had quickly become close friends. She didn’t mind that he had fallen asleep; his soft breathing comforted her and depleted the loneliness of her room while she studied. A little while later, she finished up her reviewing, turned off the light and crawled into bed.
“Hey, I’m done,” she said softly. She heard him grunt an unintelligible reply. “You can go now, I’m done.”
“But I don’t want to ride the train…”
He was babbling. She giggled softly; he’d done it before with humorous results. He never meant to and he never remembered doing so either.
“Where are you going on the train?”
“…Vermont…”
“What are you going to do there?”
“…Ski…snowboard…pick up chicks…”
“Oh really?”
“…mmm-hmm…”
There were long pauses between her questions and his replies, but she didn’t mind. It was an amusing relief from her present stress.
“Who are you going to hit on?”
“…someone I like…”
“Who do you like?”
“…someone…”
“Who?”
“…hot chicks…”
“Which ones?”
“…the hot ones…”
She had to smile again at his ambiguity. She’d always been drawn to him for his sarcastic wit—and it was still there, even in his barely-conscious state. A little flutter rose in her stomach as she recalled sarcastic arguments they’d had over nonsensical issues—he usually won, grinning the whole time. She loved that grin.
“Hey, what’s your e-mail password?”
“…mmm…”
“Never mind, you—“
“’Strawberryjam’…”
“Really?”
“…mmm…”
“Your password is ‘strawberryjam’?”
“…mmm-hmm…”
“Where do you keep you spare key?”
“…flowerbox, under mom’s window…”
“So I can let myself in from now on?”
“…no…”
“Why not?”
"…moving key somewhere else…”
She laughed that time, then yawned. It was nearly 5:00 by then. She knew she should sleep, but she didn’t want to hang up just yet. He was being adorable. She paused, listening to the soft, steady breathing on the other end of the line, disturbed only by the faint, occasional chirp of the early birds beginning to wake outside her window. She curious about one other question; she’d wanted to ask him for a while, but never could bring it up. He gave another sigh; rustling sounds told her he’d rolled over. She decided to finish up—she needed to sleep.
“Hey, go to sleep. Hang up the phone.”
“…no…”
“Come on…”
“…mmm…”
“If I was a hot chick, would you do it?”
“…you are hot…”
“Really? Does that mean you’d hit on me?”
“…mmm-hmm…”
“So why don’t you?”
“…dunno…”
“Are you scared to date me?”
“…no…want to…”
Her stomach fluttered again.
“You want to date me?”
“…mmm-hmm…”
It fluttered a little more. She’d always wondered about it. He meant more than just a friend to her, but she’d never known the other side. She knew her feelings were strong, but she could never admit them—she was scared she felt a little too strongly. She decided to ask her question.
“If we were together, do you think you would love me?”
“…I already do…”
There was a pause before she realized she had been holding her breath. She let it out slowly as her heart pounded and the fluttering in her stomach reached through her whole body. It was another while before she said anything—she listened to him breathe a time, wondering what he was dreaming about as he slept on the phone. Finally, she started to drowse off to sleep herself, still feeling fluttery the whole time.
“Hey, go to sleep, you. Hang up the phone.”
“…hmm?…”
“Go to sleep.”
“…okay…”
“Goodnight,”
“’Night…good luck…”
“Thanks, bye,”
“…bye…”
She hung up the phone on her end and rolled onto her back. Staring at the ceiling, she thought about what he’d admitted, that she’d taken advantage of his unconscious babbling, that he wouldn’t remember it at all. She wondered how she would look at him the next day; too shy to reveal what she’d learned, too shy to tell him she loved him, too shy to do anything about it—but fluttery all the same…
…He hung up the phone on his end and rolled onto his side to go to sleep. He wondered if she knew he’d been awake the whole time…
Song of the Moment: "Today, Tonight" - Dishwalla
Today, tonight
Tomorrow, the next night
Too long too late
Till then I'll wait
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Yes, this song has been my song of the moment already, but now it's my song of the moment again. However, in the interest of saving space, I left the rest of the lyrics in my archives. These are the important words. Well, the words in the first verse might be a bit more important. Actually, I want you to read ALL of the lyrics again. Do it. Now. Go ahead, I'll wait...
Today, tonight
Tomorrow, the next night
Too long too late
Till then I'll wait
...
Yes, this song has been my song of the moment already, but now it's my song of the moment again. However, in the interest of saving space, I left the rest of the lyrics in my archives. These are the important words. Well, the words in the first verse might be a bit more important. Actually, I want you to read ALL of the lyrics again. Do it. Now. Go ahead, I'll wait...
Thursday, October 23, 2003
Wednesday, October 22, 2003
S H i V e R S
t i N G l e
d
o
w
n
m
y
s
p
i
n
e
w H e N E v E r
I T H i n K o f Y O U
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.
.
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That's for you and me, chicka...you and me. See if Elisa likes it. Don't worry, he'll call you, you'll talk to him, you'll tell him, he'll tell you, and that'll be that. You'll never be vulnerable. Ever. But if you ever feel like you are, I'm here for you sis. You and me...
Hot dangnit! I'm finally done that FRICKIN' ESSAY!!! Think I wore myself out, writing on blogger though...I fell about 2 pages short of what I was aiming for. What kind of writer AM I? One at a loss for words, apparently. But then again, who measures essays in pages nowadays? Get with it, Ms. Prof, we go by the wordcount! That way if I start falling short of the target, I get to use up all the adjectives I know...and those that my thesaurus can provide me with! Whatever, it doesn't matter, I'm done, DONE!!!
Tuesday, October 21, 2003
I love lightning storms. I was awake to catch the one this morning. It was beautifully powerful. I had been reading in bed with my feet propped up against the wall when I first felt some of the thunder rumbling outside through the wall. After a few more low rumbles, I crawled out of bed to open the blinds and turn off the light. I knew I should've just kept reading, but it was worth it.
The storm started off slowly but of course grew and gained momentum until huge drops of rain were pelting my bay window, distorting the bolts of lightning that raced across the dark backdrop of sky outside. Every ten seconds the lightning would illuminate my whole room, cracking and streaking across the sky, a prologue to the clap of thunder to follow; it wasn't long before the lightning was continuous and the thunder simply rolling. A few of those thunderous roars were angry enough to rattle my window panes. One of them woke my brother nextdoor; I heard him crawl out of bed and open his own blinds to watch. I myself lay curled in bed, mesmerized by the spectacle of nature outside my room. I was sad when I realized the seconds between the lightning's strikes and the thunder's growls were growing longer. Soon the lightning dimmed to a mere flicker while the thunder diminished to a mere purr. That's when I got out of bed to come here and tell you about it...
I've always loved lightning storms. My dad used to hold me in his lap when I was young, and watch them through the open blinds with me so I wouldn't be afraid. He told me exactly what was happening up there in the sky--why we had lightning and thunder, and how to tell if the storm was getting closer or going away. Ever since then, I'd never been afraid of the storms and instead would get excited when the sky would begin to come alive with light. My dad didn't have to search me out to hold me anymore, I would go and find him to come sit with me by the window to watch. Even now I still sometimes search out my dad to sit and watch by the window--it's so beautiful that I always want to be sharing it with someone. Tonight I wish I hadn't been the only one awake.
The storm started off slowly but of course grew and gained momentum until huge drops of rain were pelting my bay window, distorting the bolts of lightning that raced across the dark backdrop of sky outside. Every ten seconds the lightning would illuminate my whole room, cracking and streaking across the sky, a prologue to the clap of thunder to follow; it wasn't long before the lightning was continuous and the thunder simply rolling. A few of those thunderous roars were angry enough to rattle my window panes. One of them woke my brother nextdoor; I heard him crawl out of bed and open his own blinds to watch. I myself lay curled in bed, mesmerized by the spectacle of nature outside my room. I was sad when I realized the seconds between the lightning's strikes and the thunder's growls were growing longer. Soon the lightning dimmed to a mere flicker while the thunder diminished to a mere purr. That's when I got out of bed to come here and tell you about it...
I've always loved lightning storms. My dad used to hold me in his lap when I was young, and watch them through the open blinds with me so I wouldn't be afraid. He told me exactly what was happening up there in the sky--why we had lightning and thunder, and how to tell if the storm was getting closer or going away. Ever since then, I'd never been afraid of the storms and instead would get excited when the sky would begin to come alive with light. My dad didn't have to search me out to hold me anymore, I would go and find him to come sit with me by the window to watch. Even now I still sometimes search out my dad to sit and watch by the window--it's so beautiful that I always want to be sharing it with someone. Tonight I wish I hadn't been the only one awake.
Song of the Moment: "In My Place" - Coldplay
In my place, in my place
Were lines that I couldn't change
I was lost, oh yeah
I was lost, I was lost
Crossed lines I shouldn't have crossed
I was lost, oh yeah
Yeah, how long must you wait for him?
Yeah, how long must you pay for him?
Yeah, how long must you wait for him?
I was scared, I was scared
Tired and underprepared
But I wait for you
If you go, if you go
Leaving me here on my own
Well I wait for you
Yeah, how long must you wait for him?
Yeah, how long must you pay for him?
Yeah, how long must you wait for him?
Please, please, please
Come on and sing to me
To me, me
Come on and sing it out, out, out
Come on and sing it now, now, now
Come on and sing it
In my place, in my place
Were lines that I couldn't change
I was lost, oh yeah
Oh yeah
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At least now, Boobin, we'll know some more of the words while we sing along. And of course thanks for the tickets tonight--you really didn't need to TCB, you know--crazy gambler, you. Q, thank you SO much for the flowers--they're beautiful. They were such a surprise, and just what I needed right now. Thanks... And Squiggly, thanks for the garb--you know me too well. A little too well...I can't believe you saw right through me. Only you, I swear; only you. Boo, you and I will be together for eternity--it has been decided as of tonight. Thank goodness I'll at least have you with me. PWC-girl, you almost joined us, but you just squeaked by... :p Here's to a night for the girls from the guys. *toasts* iluhyooguys...
In my place, in my place
Were lines that I couldn't change
I was lost, oh yeah
I was lost, I was lost
Crossed lines I shouldn't have crossed
I was lost, oh yeah
Yeah, how long must you wait for him?
Yeah, how long must you pay for him?
Yeah, how long must you wait for him?
I was scared, I was scared
Tired and underprepared
But I wait for you
If you go, if you go
Leaving me here on my own
Well I wait for you
Yeah, how long must you wait for him?
Yeah, how long must you pay for him?
Yeah, how long must you wait for him?
Please, please, please
Come on and sing to me
To me, me
Come on and sing it out, out, out
Come on and sing it now, now, now
Come on and sing it
In my place, in my place
Were lines that I couldn't change
I was lost, oh yeah
Oh yeah
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At least now, Boobin, we'll know some more of the words while we sing along. And of course thanks for the tickets tonight--you really didn't need to TCB, you know--crazy gambler, you. Q, thank you SO much for the flowers--they're beautiful. They were such a surprise, and just what I needed right now. Thanks... And Squiggly, thanks for the garb--you know me too well. A little too well...I can't believe you saw right through me. Only you, I swear; only you. Boo, you and I will be together for eternity--it has been decided as of tonight. Thank goodness I'll at least have you with me. PWC-girl, you almost joined us, but you just squeaked by... :p Here's to a night for the girls from the guys. *toasts* iluhyooguys...
Monday, October 20, 2003
Quote of the Moment:
"Theoretically, the world can be completely understood; in this way, science and reality are totally transparent. In our studies of Modernism, we accept that there are some things you just can't explain."
--Professor Michael Boughn, Today's lecture on Contemporary Fiction
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Hmm...6 posts in just over 24 hours, not to mention a whole crapload of writing elsewhere in between...can you tell that I'm not in the mood for writing my frickin' essay?
"Theoretically, the world can be completely understood; in this way, science and reality are totally transparent. In our studies of Modernism, we accept that there are some things you just can't explain."
--Professor Michael Boughn, Today's lecture on Contemporary Fiction
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Hmm...6 posts in just over 24 hours, not to mention a whole crapload of writing elsewhere in between...can you tell that I'm not in the mood for writing my frickin' essay?
Sunday, October 19, 2003
Song of the Moment: "Beautiful" - Portishead
You can depend on certainty
Count it out and weigh it up again
You can be sure you've reach the end
And still you don't feel
(you know about anything)
Do you know you're beautiful
Do you know you're beautiful
Do you know you're beautiful
You are
Yes you are
You can ignore what you've become
Take it out and see it die again
You can be here for who's a friend
And still you don't feel
(you know about anyone)
Do you know you're beautiful
Do you know you're beautiful
Do you know you're beautiful
You are
Yes you are
Innermost thoughts will be understood and
You can have all you need
Do you know you're beautiful
Do you know you're beautiful
Do you know you're beautiful
You are
Yes you are
...
Do you know?
You can depend on certainty
Count it out and weigh it up again
You can be sure you've reach the end
And still you don't feel
(you know about anything)
Do you know you're beautiful
Do you know you're beautiful
Do you know you're beautiful
You are
Yes you are
You can ignore what you've become
Take it out and see it die again
You can be here for who's a friend
And still you don't feel
(you know about anyone)
Do you know you're beautiful
Do you know you're beautiful
Do you know you're beautiful
You are
Yes you are
Innermost thoughts will be understood and
You can have all you need
Do you know you're beautiful
Do you know you're beautiful
Do you know you're beautiful
You are
Yes you are
...
Do you know?
Quotable Quotes to Amuse Me
Last week's Linguistics lesson with Jean Chretien:
Me - "/j/" is the symbol for a "yuh" sound, like in "yes"; "/w/" is the symbol for a "wuh" sound, like in "wet".
Jean - /w/?
Me - Huh?
Jean - /w/.
Me - /j/.
Jean - /j/?
Me - /j/.
Jean - /w/?
Me - /w/?
Jean - /w/?
Me - /w/?
Jean - /j/.
Tonight's Linguistics blunder (and then recovery) with brother:
Me - /j/.
Bro - /b/.
Me - /w/?
Bro - /j/.
Me - /b/?
Bro - /j/! /w/?
Me - /w/?
Bro - /j/.
Me - /j/.
Bro - /j/.
"Now throughout history, when people get wood, they'll think of Trojans."
--Flanders, The Simpsons: The Homer's Odyssey Episode
"Oh great, now Hamlet's acting crazy. Well no body out-crazies Ophelia. (sings) Hey nony nony with a hoo and a haw and a nony nony hey...! (falls out of window and drowns)"
--Lisa, The Simpsons: The Hamlet Episode
...
You can never have too much of The Simpsons...
Last week's Linguistics lesson with Jean Chretien:
Me - "/j/" is the symbol for a "yuh" sound, like in "yes"; "/w/" is the symbol for a "wuh" sound, like in "wet".
Jean - /w/?
Me - Huh?
Jean - /w/.
Me - /j/.
Jean - /j/?
Me - /j/.
Jean - /w/?
Me - /w/?
Jean - /w/?
Me - /w/?
Jean - /j/.
Tonight's Linguistics blunder (and then recovery) with brother:
Me - /j/.
Bro - /b/.
Me - /w/?
Bro - /j/.
Me - /b/?
Bro - /j/! /w/?
Me - /w/?
Bro - /j/.
Me - /j/.
Bro - /j/.
"Now throughout history, when people get wood, they'll think of Trojans."
--Flanders, The Simpsons: The Homer's Odyssey Episode
"Oh great, now Hamlet's acting crazy. Well no body out-crazies Ophelia. (sings) Hey nony nony with a hoo and a haw and a nony nony hey...! (falls out of window and drowns)"
--Lisa, The Simpsons: The Hamlet Episode
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You can never have too much of The Simpsons...
I'm sitting here staring at this blank page and finding it hard to fill it. Not because there's nothing to say, but there's too much to say. That and the looming presence of things that I have to take care of are getting to me. I'd rather sit here and say nothing, than to get up and face the music. What's that called? I know there's a psychological term for it. I guess you could also call it procrastination, but that's not entirely the case this time. That'll come later. :p
Today's yet another driving day. I just didn't want to come home after volleyball. Didn't want to come home and be reminded of those things. I wanted to be out and about...anywhere but here. It sucks that there's a mileage limit on our car, otherwise I might not've been home for a few hours. There's just something about driving around aimlessly, blasting mellow Portishead songs, and watching the scenery whiz by that just takes the stress out of life. Will someone PLEASE just buy me a car? Better yet, just fill the tank and let me take YOUR car out whenever another driving day comes up. Where's Squiggly L when I need him? I have a need for Speed.
Last night I couldn't sleep. Had to be up and ready to leave the house by 7:30am to pick up the other girls and get to the courts on time, yet I couldn't get my damn eyes to stay closed. wtf. Tossing and turning, I only managed to achieve a restless doze after an attempted phone conversation went awry. I don't know what I'd wanted to talk about, but after it was over, I was still wide awake--where are you boo when I need you? You're irreplaceable... Doesn't anyone ever just call anyone else to talk aimlessly in the middle of the night anymore? Those were the days...better yet, those were the days when people went out for spontaneous coffee and chat sessions on sleepless nights. THOSE are what I miss...
Chances are, I'm not going to be sleeping much this next week either, so if any of you boos are up, feel free... :)
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p.s. Ow, boo--I was burned.
Today's yet another driving day. I just didn't want to come home after volleyball. Didn't want to come home and be reminded of those things. I wanted to be out and about...anywhere but here. It sucks that there's a mileage limit on our car, otherwise I might not've been home for a few hours. There's just something about driving around aimlessly, blasting mellow Portishead songs, and watching the scenery whiz by that just takes the stress out of life. Will someone PLEASE just buy me a car? Better yet, just fill the tank and let me take YOUR car out whenever another driving day comes up. Where's Squiggly L when I need him? I have a need for Speed.
Last night I couldn't sleep. Had to be up and ready to leave the house by 7:30am to pick up the other girls and get to the courts on time, yet I couldn't get my damn eyes to stay closed. wtf. Tossing and turning, I only managed to achieve a restless doze after an attempted phone conversation went awry. I don't know what I'd wanted to talk about, but after it was over, I was still wide awake--where are you boo when I need you? You're irreplaceable... Doesn't anyone ever just call anyone else to talk aimlessly in the middle of the night anymore? Those were the days...better yet, those were the days when people went out for spontaneous coffee and chat sessions on sleepless nights. THOSE are what I miss...
Chances are, I'm not going to be sleeping much this next week either, so if any of you boos are up, feel free... :)
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p.s. Ow, boo--I was burned.
Why should I be so surprised to learn that people I give this address to actually come here to have a read once in a while? That's what I put it here for, right? For people to read. I suppose it's not so much having people tell me they read my stuff that surprises me though, it's more so when they quote from my writing that floors me. It's when someone can do that that I know they're onto me...(*shifty-eyed glances*)
A List of Things I Experienced That Night
16 polar bears and 2 broken down golf carts
3 body shots--salt down my shirt twice
2+ cocktails
15+ of the people dearest to me showing me love
1 kiss
2 kisses
3 kisses
4 kisses
1 kiss
5+ human sandwiches--the majority of which were comprised of my women
1 burn
3 trips to the bathroom
1 free beer from a stranger
3 beers from people I knew
50 pictures
1 more trip to the bathroom
too many goodbyes
1 trip home in a semi-state of consciousness and confusion
1 non-existant hangover
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Thanks for the great birthday celebration, everyone. iluhyooguys
16 polar bears and 2 broken down golf carts
3 body shots--salt down my shirt twice
2+ cocktails
15+ of the people dearest to me showing me love
1 kiss
2 kisses
3 kisses
4 kisses
1 kiss
5+ human sandwiches--the majority of which were comprised of my women
1 burn
3 trips to the bathroom
1 free beer from a stranger
3 beers from people I knew
50 pictures
1 more trip to the bathroom
too many goodbyes
1 trip home in a semi-state of consciousness and confusion
1 non-existant hangover
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Thanks for the great birthday celebration, everyone. iluhyooguys
Friday, October 17, 2003
Thursday, October 16, 2003
What does it mean when someone occupies your thoughts every moment of the day? When that someone is the one you always come back to after finally finding a distraction? When theirs is the face you see at night in your dreams? When just the recollection of their scent drives you mad? When it's that someone you want to touch, to hold, to kiss? When you find yourself trying to find excuses to call that someone in the middle of the day? Is that infatuation? Is that love? Is it obsession? Whatever it is, I feel it for you--I hope you don't mind...
Today's Life Lesson
Never shy away from a good thing just because you're unsure of exactly how good it could be. If you shy away, chances are, it would've been the very thing you were waiting for. Chances are, it would've been better than you could ever have hoped it to be. And chances are, she was waiting for you too.
Never shy away from a good thing just because you're unsure of exactly how good it could be. If you shy away, chances are, it would've been the very thing you were waiting for. Chances are, it would've been better than you could ever have hoped it to be. And chances are, she was waiting for you too.
Wednesday, October 15, 2003
Wow it was windy today. Waking up this morning, I opened my blinds and looked out to see it was raining leaves. Well, at least it looked like it was raining leaves--there were so many being blown off the trees and tossed so high into the air that it looked like it was raining leaves. I wanted to take a picture, but alas, I've been so spoiled lately with the use of other people's digital cameras that I couldn't bring myself to load a roll of film into the old family camera to capture the moment. It was a beautifully natural moment though--I regret my camera-stinginess now.
Walking to class I was forced to tie my hair back, not only so I could see, but so I could keep my hair from whipping out my eyes or those of the people unfortunate enough to be standing too close to me; I think I've developed a slightly higher awareness for the safety people's eyes after the stories of this weekend. Anyway, and then walking back to my car later this afternoon, I swear that I was nearly swept off my feet by the sudden gusts of wind that were threatening to pull the newly planted seedlings surrounding the parking lot out from under their wood chips! I will admit though, that I thought it was kinda cool that it was so windy--I took a moment to try to stand and lean into the wind to see if it would hold me up...it didn't.
Finally, it was so windy that I nearly lost my car door twice because I simply wasn't used to having to hold onto the door for fear of it gusting off with the wind. The drive to pick up my brother across the highway kept me on my toes too. I had to aim the wheel slightly to the right the whole way--not because my alignment was off, but because the wind was just THAT formidable. Brother didn't seem nearly as impressed--he had trouble getting his car door open. I was still impressed though. Wow it was windy today.
Walking to class I was forced to tie my hair back, not only so I could see, but so I could keep my hair from whipping out my eyes or those of the people unfortunate enough to be standing too close to me; I think I've developed a slightly higher awareness for the safety people's eyes after the stories of this weekend. Anyway, and then walking back to my car later this afternoon, I swear that I was nearly swept off my feet by the sudden gusts of wind that were threatening to pull the newly planted seedlings surrounding the parking lot out from under their wood chips! I will admit though, that I thought it was kinda cool that it was so windy--I took a moment to try to stand and lean into the wind to see if it would hold me up...it didn't.
Finally, it was so windy that I nearly lost my car door twice because I simply wasn't used to having to hold onto the door for fear of it gusting off with the wind. The drive to pick up my brother across the highway kept me on my toes too. I had to aim the wheel slightly to the right the whole way--not because my alignment was off, but because the wind was just THAT formidable. Brother didn't seem nearly as impressed--he had trouble getting his car door open. I was still impressed though. Wow it was windy today.
Tuesday, October 14, 2003
The Weekend Recap: The Most Memorable Moments...
Summary-in-one-sentence: if I wrote down ALL of the memorable moments, I'd still be sitting here writing by next weekend.
Whoo-hoo! Friday finally arrived! I ended up at the NIKE Store again on Friday and this time with Tuna to kill time (that's what YOU called it, remember?) before Hun-Gee got back that night. It was to return some Ungrateful's shoes that I'd been so kind to have purchased the last time I was there. In the end though, neither of us bought new stuff--I was too poor (though it took every last ounce of will-power I had to not buy anything) and Tuna was just unimpressed. After that, Tuna helped me kill more time (damn you traffic!) by eating chicken nuggets at McDonald's and talking over missed chances (hehehe). I dropped him off soon after that and then hurried home to meet my Hun-Gee. This was the first day in 2 weeks that Hun-Gee came home from Loo. Man, who knows where the rest of that night went? I'm sure those were some memorable moments. ;)
Saturday I had a v-ball tourney with O and her posse of guys. Man was that fun!!! It took me a while to find my team though. Since O was running a bit late that morning, I was aimlessly wandering the courts, trying to find a team with "one tall guy, and a couple of shorter guys" as per O's instructions. Thank goodness that ref came up to me:
Ref - "Are you a lost girl?"
Me - *nods bewilderedly*
Ref - "Guys, I think I found your teammate,"
And so I was united with my team (Dennis, Aaron, Earl, and Glenn) and then O joined us shortly after. We placed 2nd in our division (yay Char Char!) although I wasn't there to witness it--damn you part-time job!
So apparently I went to work after our second-last game (:p) and then came home with Hun-Gee afterward to clean the room and prepare for my big move the next day. What move? The move that would get my new (week-old) IKEA furniture into my room. :D Yes, it'd taken me a week, but finally I was going to have my new stuff IN my room. Oh the excitement!
After work the next morning, I rushed home again (with Hun-Gee in tow of course) to help mom in the kitchen (though I'm never much help) and to supervise the furniture move. 5 men and 40 minutes later, I had a new room. *angelic chorus* Hun-Gee, Squiggly L, Boobin, and Ill-Kent, along with dad's wisdom make a mean moving team (thanks guys). Dinner was served soon after the move and the more of the boobies had shown up by then. Since we hadn't had so many of us in the same room for so long, dinner was spent catching up and sharing stories. Although there were some really good ones including KS's dancing affair on Boobin, Squiggly L's CTS ride, and my own encounter with KS and EBTek's back-twins, the one that stole the cake was Turtleboy's fish story:
Yes, Turtleboy sucked out his fish's eyeballs. The fish store he called told him that it was a normal occurance, but he'd have to operate and make sure that there was nothing left of the eyeballs...otherwise the fish might get an infection (as though that would be the worst of his problems--HE'S BLIND!!!). Doughboy decided to name his fish Daredevil after that because he can still sense his food and Doughboy's taps on the glass even with the 2 gaping holes in his head. Eww. I must say it wasn't the most appropriate dinner conversation, but it did become the topic of discussion for the night.
Continuing on with the night, dessert was accompanied by the guitar talents of EBTek, with the vocals of KS and whoever else chimed in, along with the dancing techniques of KS and Boobin. He played all the classic guitar songs and we changed all of the lyrics...
"Would you know my name...(Doughboy)?
If I saw you in heaven...(which I can't)?
Tears from heaven...(which aren't mine cuz I have no eyeballs)..."
"I got the blues...the no-eye blues...I got the blues...the no-eye blues...
Got my eyes sucked out...sucked out by a pipe...sucked out by a pipe...it wasn't very nice..."
And so on until we couldn't laugh anymore. Man we laughed a lot. But the night ended and Hun-Gee, mom, and I walked everyone to the door for hugs and kisses (some of which caught others quite off guard) and well wishes until Christmas...because that's probably the next time so many of us will be together like that again...
That night I slept in my newly removed room (as in I had to move it around more than once) that Hun-Gee was so sweet as to help me clean up and re-organize for the fifth time that weekend. He even came back the next day to build my bookshelf for me, and re-wire my stereo-system. I don't know what I'd do without my Hun-Gee...probably not build my bookshelf and re-wire my stereo to self-destruct. Alas, we'd also planned to study, but then I had to jet off to yet another fam-jam and some more turkey eating...Hun-Gee had to go home (cuz he was having duck for dinner...so chinese...) and so my weekend ended on that parting note.
I could be sad, but I'm going to count myself lucky that all I had to say goodbye to this weekend was Hun-Gee and not my eyes. I certainly know what I'M thankful for this year...
Summary-in-one-sentence: if I wrote down ALL of the memorable moments, I'd still be sitting here writing by next weekend.
Whoo-hoo! Friday finally arrived! I ended up at the NIKE Store again on Friday and this time with Tuna to kill time (that's what YOU called it, remember?) before Hun-Gee got back that night. It was to return some Ungrateful's shoes that I'd been so kind to have purchased the last time I was there. In the end though, neither of us bought new stuff--I was too poor (though it took every last ounce of will-power I had to not buy anything) and Tuna was just unimpressed. After that, Tuna helped me kill more time (damn you traffic!) by eating chicken nuggets at McDonald's and talking over missed chances (hehehe). I dropped him off soon after that and then hurried home to meet my Hun-Gee. This was the first day in 2 weeks that Hun-Gee came home from Loo. Man, who knows where the rest of that night went? I'm sure those were some memorable moments. ;)
Saturday I had a v-ball tourney with O and her posse of guys. Man was that fun!!! It took me a while to find my team though. Since O was running a bit late that morning, I was aimlessly wandering the courts, trying to find a team with "one tall guy, and a couple of shorter guys" as per O's instructions. Thank goodness that ref came up to me:
Ref - "Are you a lost girl?"
Me - *nods bewilderedly*
Ref - "Guys, I think I found your teammate,"
And so I was united with my team (Dennis, Aaron, Earl, and Glenn) and then O joined us shortly after. We placed 2nd in our division (yay Char Char!) although I wasn't there to witness it--damn you part-time job!
So apparently I went to work after our second-last game (:p) and then came home with Hun-Gee afterward to clean the room and prepare for my big move the next day. What move? The move that would get my new (week-old) IKEA furniture into my room. :D Yes, it'd taken me a week, but finally I was going to have my new stuff IN my room. Oh the excitement!
After work the next morning, I rushed home again (with Hun-Gee in tow of course) to help mom in the kitchen (though I'm never much help) and to supervise the furniture move. 5 men and 40 minutes later, I had a new room. *angelic chorus* Hun-Gee, Squiggly L, Boobin, and Ill-Kent, along with dad's wisdom make a mean moving team (thanks guys). Dinner was served soon after the move and the more of the boobies had shown up by then. Since we hadn't had so many of us in the same room for so long, dinner was spent catching up and sharing stories. Although there were some really good ones including KS's dancing affair on Boobin, Squiggly L's CTS ride, and my own encounter with KS and EBTek's back-twins, the one that stole the cake was Turtleboy's fish story:
"I noticed he (the fish with the big bulging eyes) had some fungus so I decided to clean the tank. I was using the gravel cleaner (the big pipe-like thing that sucks out water through the gravel), doing my thing when I looked away for a second to see if the bucket I was siphoning into was going to overflow or not. A second later I heard this sucking sound and turned back to see my fish stuck in the pipe--his eyeballs floating down the hose and into the bucket..."
Yes, Turtleboy sucked out his fish's eyeballs. The fish store he called told him that it was a normal occurance, but he'd have to operate and make sure that there was nothing left of the eyeballs...otherwise the fish might get an infection (as though that would be the worst of his problems--HE'S BLIND!!!). Doughboy decided to name his fish Daredevil after that because he can still sense his food and Doughboy's taps on the glass even with the 2 gaping holes in his head. Eww. I must say it wasn't the most appropriate dinner conversation, but it did become the topic of discussion for the night.
Continuing on with the night, dessert was accompanied by the guitar talents of EBTek, with the vocals of KS and whoever else chimed in, along with the dancing techniques of KS and Boobin. He played all the classic guitar songs and we changed all of the lyrics...
"Would you know my name...(Doughboy)?
If I saw you in heaven...(which I can't)?
Tears from heaven...(which aren't mine cuz I have no eyeballs)..."
"I got the blues...the no-eye blues...I got the blues...the no-eye blues...
Got my eyes sucked out...sucked out by a pipe...sucked out by a pipe...it wasn't very nice..."
And so on until we couldn't laugh anymore. Man we laughed a lot. But the night ended and Hun-Gee, mom, and I walked everyone to the door for hugs and kisses (some of which caught others quite off guard) and well wishes until Christmas...because that's probably the next time so many of us will be together like that again...
That night I slept in my newly removed room (as in I had to move it around more than once) that Hun-Gee was so sweet as to help me clean up and re-organize for the fifth time that weekend. He even came back the next day to build my bookshelf for me, and re-wire my stereo-system. I don't know what I'd do without my Hun-Gee...probably not build my bookshelf and re-wire my stereo to self-destruct. Alas, we'd also planned to study, but then I had to jet off to yet another fam-jam and some more turkey eating...Hun-Gee had to go home (cuz he was having duck for dinner...so chinese...) and so my weekend ended on that parting note.
I could be sad, but I'm going to count myself lucky that all I had to say goodbye to this weekend was Hun-Gee and not my eyes. I certainly know what I'M thankful for this year...
Thursday, October 09, 2003
I'm awful with surprises. It's not that I go and ruin them for people, it's just that whenever I have a surprise for someone from just myself, I have the WORST time of trying to keep it to myself (this surprise-keeping-problem should not be confused with secret-keeping...I'm good at keeping those). It's bad even down to the most minute instances. Allow me to elaborate. Let's say I bought some new clothes for a special occasion. Let's say this special occasion is but 2 days away, but I wanted to keep what I bought a surprise for those whomever I'd be with that day. I'd have the HARDEST time trying not to mention anything about my new clothes to ANYONE I came in contact with for these next two days--whether or not those people I come in contact with are the ones I'm trying to surprise or not. I'd try to find as many ways as I could to try to hint to whomever I was trying to surprise, that I indeed had a surprise for them. And then if they started to catch on to the fact that I had something I wanted to surprise them with, I'd grin and blush furiously as I'd try to deny it...and these are just articles of CLOTHING I'm talking about here, not the fact that I've won the lottery or something. I mean, who would REALLY care about knowing what I'd be wearing in two days? Sure I'd think it'd be a nice surprise if I was to show up in something new and personally jaw-dropping, but still. Clothes are clothes, right? Wait, I think I'm WAY off topic here...or am I? Anyway, I suck at keeping surprises to myself.
Tuesday, October 07, 2003
Monday, October 06, 2003
The Weekend Recap
(Q, I know you're fearing this one...)
Summary-in-one-sentence: omg I spent a lot of money
Friday--well, you already know about that day. If you don't, then you've been neglecting my blog and I should shun you for it. But instead, I shall be generous and only make you scroll to find out what I did by reading that post. Except when you go to scroll and look for Friday's date, you'll find that I didn't write about what I did on Friday ON Friday--I wrote about it after midnight and consequently the post shows up under Saturday's date. Sucker...
Saturday is another story. My Saturday starting too freakin' early in the morning with a gloriously useful and informative staff meeting. At least I didn't sleep through this one--I dozed. :p As soon as that was over, I rushed out and called Grac-u to leave her a Happy 21st Birthday message on her voice mail, and then headed home to prepare for my long awaited, yet long dreaded trip to the employee NIKE store. Long awaited because as the avid athlete I am, I LOVE NIKE stuff (theirs is the only Dri-Fit stuff that actually works). Long dreaded because I knew I would spend a fortune once inside, no matter how good the deals were.
So I got to the NIKE store and checked in at the front desk, giving the guy dirty looks the whole time he was looking at my god-awful driver's license picture, making sure I was me. After that, I was happier than the fat kid who didn't get picked last for teams (thanks, Pablo). A track suit, bra, warm-up shirt, and 4 shopping lists later, I left the store with one GI-NORMOUS shopping bag and a credit card bill for $550. :S But it was SO worth it--my track suit and bra are hot (right hun-Gee?).
I got home giddily with all my purchases and had wonton soup lunch with my shopping bud, Bar, before heading out to meet up with Q at IKEA for some furniture power-shopping. This being my first real-live encounter with Q, we ended up playing a bit of cell phone hide-and-seek before we actually found each other (looked each other up and down) and headed upstairs together with Q's friend Steve to the showroom. A bookcase, a dresser, a table, 2 pillows, and set of bed sheets later, Q and I left IKEA with 2 shopping-trolleys (cuz they're not exactly carts), and 2 GI-NORMOUS credit card bills--mine alone was over $300. Strangely enough though, we managed to lose Steve along the way...
Anyway, we got out to the loading area where Q waited with our loot while I went to bring the van around. When I came around, I pulled into the next available loading spot which happened to be second from the end--the end one was empty as well but seeing as how Q was waiting halfway down the aisle, I decided to park as close to him as I could. I get out and these two asian chicks are motioning desperately to me. Turns out they wanted me to move my van cuz their "stuff was there first" and they couldn't walk the 3 extra steps to the spot beside mine. I was all flustered cuz I thought they were being prissy and whiny and I didn't want to hear them, so I told them I'd move after I'd told Q where I'd parked. But by the time I got back into the van and had started it, their guy friend had already started reversing into the spot next to me. I turned around to the girls and shrugged, letting them know that I had tried, and then when I turned back, I sucked in my breath and froze as I watched this mo-fo come within centimetres (not even inches) of hitting me and then taking off my passenger-side mirror. Stupid mo-fo parked so close he had to climb out of his passenger-side to exit his car.
Soon after, I unfroze, got out of my van and turned around in time to see those frickin' asians reaching for Q's new table off one of the trolleys he'd brought over and left while he went to fetch the other one. Luckily, he came back in time to tell them that it was his just as they picked it up off his trolley. As soon as he told them, they DROPPED it back down. omg. I was stunned. Q was pissed (as I would be too). They didn't even offer so much as an apology--for the mix-up even! After that, we started loading all of our RIGHTFUL possessions into the van, the whole time muttering obscenities under our breath ("fuckin' asians" making up the majority of them). I swear, those asians were unbelievable. Unbe-fucking-lievable
I gave Q and Steve a lift home after that and headed to my dinner with the Flying Tigers Team at the Blue Dragon Restaurant on Spadina (don't be fooled by the fact it has a green sign, should you ever by chance visit it). After the whole IKEA escapade and then my own quest for a parking spot, I was only an hour late (:S); however, I wasn't the last to arrive. Dinner was awesome (thanks coach) and so was the catching up--it'd only been a month and a half since our New York trip (and my initiation), but it seemed like FOREVER since I'd seen any of the girls. 300+ photos and some MORE money later, I headed back to Q's place to hang out until Pablo's bus came in from Waterloo.
Q's condo is the ULTIMATE bachelor pad. I felt like I'd taken a wrong turn and had walked back into the IKEA showroom with its fully furnished models that just make you want to buy BuY BUY! SOOOOO awesome. You can literally throw rocks at the clubbers waiting outside in lines--he lives that close to the district (hehehe...throwing rocks at clubbers...hehehe). And then he's got all the latest and greatest toys that all the boys I know would drool over if they saw them. Anything that was cool, digital, or electronic, he had. Despite all the cool, digital surroundings though, we took to playing a good ol' card game of hands down. The mo-fo beat me in the end, but I gave him a good run for his money for a while--each of us repeatedly reminding the other that they were a mo-fo the whole time.
It wasn't until after we'd had our "Infernal Affairs/Internal Affairs" argument (and I STILL swear that it's Infernal Affairs) that Pablo called me to pick his ass up at the station. Reluctantly I left Q's wicked-cool place with the extra parking space to fetch Pablo. Turns out Q's a pretty cool guy, and some awesome wicked-cool company too--I don't know why he claims to be having so much trouble with the ladies; he's a looker too...
I finally got home and tucked Pablo into bed by about 1:30am. I passed out soon after I called my hun-Gee to wish him a good night, dreading the fact that I had to wake up on Sunday at 6:30am to let Pablo out of my house so he could Run for the Cure. Amazingly I managed to wake up to my alarm at 6:30, only to hit snooze 4 times. I made it downstairs by 7:15 only to discover that he was still in the shower, so I crashed on my couch a little longer. Finally, me and my room-clearing morning breath (SO sorry, Pablo) packed him up with new NIKE gear, letters to my lover, and food for the Loo boys and saw him on his way with a wave to the hot chick driving the MANUAL Acura that came to pick him up (goodness Pablo, can't you go places in your own car?!).
The weekend ended with me rushing my ass off to volleyball with more girls. I say rushing not because it was just after Pablo left, but because I crawled back into bed and slept in until 10am. I was supposed to meet at Kennedy Station 10:15. *groan* After the game and totally unhealthy eats with the girls, I manage to chauffeur myself home where I crashed like my computer last month and slept the rest of the night away...one LONG weekend, but oh so worth it... :D Now if only I can last until THIS weekend...
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The Recap Recap
- omg I spent a lot of money.
- omg I wrote a lot.
- omg those asians were unbelievable.
- see Q? That wasn't so bad.
- omg I spent a lot of money.
- omg I have a new bookshelf and dresser.
- omg I have new NIKE stuff.
- omg I spent a lot of money.
(Q, I know you're fearing this one...)
Summary-in-one-sentence: omg I spent a lot of money
Friday--well, you already know about that day. If you don't, then you've been neglecting my blog and I should shun you for it. But instead, I shall be generous and only make you scroll to find out what I did by reading that post. Except when you go to scroll and look for Friday's date, you'll find that I didn't write about what I did on Friday ON Friday--I wrote about it after midnight and consequently the post shows up under Saturday's date. Sucker...
Saturday is another story. My Saturday starting too freakin' early in the morning with a gloriously useful and informative staff meeting. At least I didn't sleep through this one--I dozed. :p As soon as that was over, I rushed out and called Grac-u to leave her a Happy 21st Birthday message on her voice mail, and then headed home to prepare for my long awaited, yet long dreaded trip to the employee NIKE store. Long awaited because as the avid athlete I am, I LOVE NIKE stuff (theirs is the only Dri-Fit stuff that actually works). Long dreaded because I knew I would spend a fortune once inside, no matter how good the deals were.
So I got to the NIKE store and checked in at the front desk, giving the guy dirty looks the whole time he was looking at my god-awful driver's license picture, making sure I was me. After that, I was happier than the fat kid who didn't get picked last for teams (thanks, Pablo). A track suit, bra, warm-up shirt, and 4 shopping lists later, I left the store with one GI-NORMOUS shopping bag and a credit card bill for $550. :S But it was SO worth it--my track suit and bra are hot (right hun-Gee?).
I got home giddily with all my purchases and had wonton soup lunch with my shopping bud, Bar, before heading out to meet up with Q at IKEA for some furniture power-shopping. This being my first real-live encounter with Q, we ended up playing a bit of cell phone hide-and-seek before we actually found each other (looked each other up and down) and headed upstairs together with Q's friend Steve to the showroom. A bookcase, a dresser, a table, 2 pillows, and set of bed sheets later, Q and I left IKEA with 2 shopping-trolleys (cuz they're not exactly carts), and 2 GI-NORMOUS credit card bills--mine alone was over $300. Strangely enough though, we managed to lose Steve along the way...
Anyway, we got out to the loading area where Q waited with our loot while I went to bring the van around. When I came around, I pulled into the next available loading spot which happened to be second from the end--the end one was empty as well but seeing as how Q was waiting halfway down the aisle, I decided to park as close to him as I could. I get out and these two asian chicks are motioning desperately to me. Turns out they wanted me to move my van cuz their "stuff was there first" and they couldn't walk the 3 extra steps to the spot beside mine. I was all flustered cuz I thought they were being prissy and whiny and I didn't want to hear them, so I told them I'd move after I'd told Q where I'd parked. But by the time I got back into the van and had started it, their guy friend had already started reversing into the spot next to me. I turned around to the girls and shrugged, letting them know that I had tried, and then when I turned back, I sucked in my breath and froze as I watched this mo-fo come within centimetres (not even inches) of hitting me and then taking off my passenger-side mirror. Stupid mo-fo parked so close he had to climb out of his passenger-side to exit his car.
Soon after, I unfroze, got out of my van and turned around in time to see those frickin' asians reaching for Q's new table off one of the trolleys he'd brought over and left while he went to fetch the other one. Luckily, he came back in time to tell them that it was his just as they picked it up off his trolley. As soon as he told them, they DROPPED it back down. omg. I was stunned. Q was pissed (as I would be too). They didn't even offer so much as an apology--for the mix-up even! After that, we started loading all of our RIGHTFUL possessions into the van, the whole time muttering obscenities under our breath ("fuckin' asians" making up the majority of them). I swear, those asians were unbelievable. Unbe-fucking-lievable
I gave Q and Steve a lift home after that and headed to my dinner with the Flying Tigers Team at the Blue Dragon Restaurant on Spadina (don't be fooled by the fact it has a green sign, should you ever by chance visit it). After the whole IKEA escapade and then my own quest for a parking spot, I was only an hour late (:S); however, I wasn't the last to arrive. Dinner was awesome (thanks coach) and so was the catching up--it'd only been a month and a half since our New York trip (and my initiation), but it seemed like FOREVER since I'd seen any of the girls. 300+ photos and some MORE money later, I headed back to Q's place to hang out until Pablo's bus came in from Waterloo.
Q's condo is the ULTIMATE bachelor pad. I felt like I'd taken a wrong turn and had walked back into the IKEA showroom with its fully furnished models that just make you want to buy BuY BUY! SOOOOO awesome. You can literally throw rocks at the clubbers waiting outside in lines--he lives that close to the district (hehehe...throwing rocks at clubbers...hehehe). And then he's got all the latest and greatest toys that all the boys I know would drool over if they saw them. Anything that was cool, digital, or electronic, he had. Despite all the cool, digital surroundings though, we took to playing a good ol' card game of hands down. The mo-fo beat me in the end, but I gave him a good run for his money for a while--each of us repeatedly reminding the other that they were a mo-fo the whole time.
It wasn't until after we'd had our "Infernal Affairs/Internal Affairs" argument (and I STILL swear that it's Infernal Affairs) that Pablo called me to pick his ass up at the station. Reluctantly I left Q's wicked-cool place with the extra parking space to fetch Pablo. Turns out Q's a pretty cool guy, and some awesome wicked-cool company too--I don't know why he claims to be having so much trouble with the ladies; he's a looker too...
I finally got home and tucked Pablo into bed by about 1:30am. I passed out soon after I called my hun-Gee to wish him a good night, dreading the fact that I had to wake up on Sunday at 6:30am to let Pablo out of my house so he could Run for the Cure. Amazingly I managed to wake up to my alarm at 6:30, only to hit snooze 4 times. I made it downstairs by 7:15 only to discover that he was still in the shower, so I crashed on my couch a little longer. Finally, me and my room-clearing morning breath (SO sorry, Pablo) packed him up with new NIKE gear, letters to my lover, and food for the Loo boys and saw him on his way with a wave to the hot chick driving the MANUAL Acura that came to pick him up (goodness Pablo, can't you go places in your own car?!).
The weekend ended with me rushing my ass off to volleyball with more girls. I say rushing not because it was just after Pablo left, but because I crawled back into bed and slept in until 10am. I was supposed to meet at Kennedy Station 10:15. *groan* After the game and totally unhealthy eats with the girls, I manage to chauffeur myself home where I crashed like my computer last month and slept the rest of the night away...one LONG weekend, but oh so worth it... :D Now if only I can last until THIS weekend...
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The Recap Recap
- omg I spent a lot of money.
- omg I wrote a lot.
- omg those asians were unbelievable.
- see Q? That wasn't so bad.
- omg I spent a lot of money.
- omg I have a new bookshelf and dresser.
- omg I have new NIKE stuff.
- omg I spent a lot of money.
Song of the Moment: "Everything (Is Never Quite Enough)" - Wasis Diop
Moments take so very long: who has time to feel?
Trust to set no precedent; why should it be I who bleeds?
Giving you a little less is taking what I need.
Everything is never quite enough.
Let machinery fake my face: who has time to chase?
Digital is where it is; love can always be replaced.
Welcome to my consciousness - welcome to our race.
Everything is never quite enough.
Can't see my face: what are you thinking?
Fill in the space, please - oh let me hear you.
Sterilize behind these gates, locked behind the green.
Even if I had you here - what we had was never clear;
No more words to say to you; no more thoughts appear.
Love was taking way too long: who had breath to waste?
Tired of disappointing you; bored with everything I do.
Every day there's less of you; me, I've been erased.
...
Ah, one of my ultimate do-it songs...
Moments take so very long: who has time to feel?
Trust to set no precedent; why should it be I who bleeds?
Giving you a little less is taking what I need.
Everything is never quite enough.
Let machinery fake my face: who has time to chase?
Digital is where it is; love can always be replaced.
Welcome to my consciousness - welcome to our race.
Everything is never quite enough.
Can't see my face: what are you thinking?
Fill in the space, please - oh let me hear you.
Sterilize behind these gates, locked behind the green.
Even if I had you here - what we had was never clear;
No more words to say to you; no more thoughts appear.
Love was taking way too long: who had breath to waste?
Tired of disappointing you; bored with everything I do.
Every day there's less of you; me, I've been erased.
...
Ah, one of my ultimate do-it songs...
Saturday, October 04, 2003
The Crowning Moment of Yesterday's Girly-Day:
Me driving the van right up close (perpendicularly) to the trunk of Senorita's car, her rolling down the passenger window of the van, leaning out, and slamming the slightly ajar door to her trunk closed, and then us driving away to coffee. Some guys watched the whole scene from their car...probably thought we were the nicest good samaritans around when really we were just two chicks forgetting to close our own car trunks. Yes, yesterday was a good day.
Me driving the van right up close (perpendicularly) to the trunk of Senorita's car, her rolling down the passenger window of the van, leaning out, and slamming the slightly ajar door to her trunk closed, and then us driving away to coffee. Some guys watched the whole scene from their car...probably thought we were the nicest good samaritans around when really we were just two chicks forgetting to close our own car trunks. Yes, yesterday was a good day.
It's friday night, and I'm at home, alone. Oh I am so lonely. Actually, it's not so much that I'm lonely, but more so that I'm jealous that everyone I know is doing something. They're all out either drinking or drunk and they're all doing it with other people. I didn't even want to go out tonight until I heard that everyone else was out (yes, I suppose I would jump off the bridge). That's okay--I'm going to have a good time regardless. It's just me, Mashi, and blogger, but we're going to have FUN! Right Mashi?! Yeah!... :S
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After working until 12am, I made a round of phone calls that made me feel the way I'm feeling now. It's my first weekend without hun-Gee since the semester started, and I got all lonely to know that he was already spending his friday night drinking with the Loo buds and watching movies. Hearing his plans, I decided that maybe I'd try to make a few of my own. But alas, every call I made found a person on the other end of the line who was already out somewhere having a drink or who was already drunk. From hun-Gee, to Q, to Chong, to Bar, there were enough good times going on to feed an army--as long as that army didn't include me. And it's not like they had excluded me on purpose or anything, in fact, I had been invited to catch up with each of them to join in on the binge drinking. But by then I just wasn't in the mood--who wants to be the last one to show up where no one's going to be sober enough to even remember you were there? I mean, it's not that I wanted to get drunk that night for a good time, I was just feeling a little left out by then, that's all. Anyway, I chose to give TK a lift to the station instead and have him listen to me whine about my mood the whole way there (he's so great at that).
Leaving the station, I was still pouty because I wanted to be doing something too, but by then I just didn't know what. I knew that I wasn't really in a social mood anymore, but I also knew that I didn't exactly want to go home either. I was half-way home when I realized what I wanted to do: I wanted to go for a drive. Tonight was a driving night. I'm sure you know those kinds of nights. The kind where you just want to get in the car and go. No where in particular, no destination in mind, no ETA--just an aimless, gas-guzzling, yet strangely sense-pleasing drive around the city. It was perfect weather too: it was cool out, the rain was lightly coming down, and it was late enough that there was that "late" feeling in the air where you knew if you were anyone else, you should've been home by then. Although my drives are aimless, they'd be somewhere downtown where I'd have things to look at. The stumbling after-clubbers; the flickering neon-lights of dingy coffee shops; the over-crowded, ridiculously cheap, after-hours eateries; the looming construction cranes and the precarious pits they ruled; the aimless walkers seeking the same cure as me, only on foot instead; the sparking streetcar wires and the screeching tracks--absolutely, mindlessly sense-pleasing, I tell you. If I'd gone for my drive, it would've instantly cured my loneliness and anxious-to-do-something feeling. I came home instead to write about it though. I think I'm glad I did.
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After working until 12am, I made a round of phone calls that made me feel the way I'm feeling now. It's my first weekend without hun-Gee since the semester started, and I got all lonely to know that he was already spending his friday night drinking with the Loo buds and watching movies. Hearing his plans, I decided that maybe I'd try to make a few of my own. But alas, every call I made found a person on the other end of the line who was already out somewhere having a drink or who was already drunk. From hun-Gee, to Q, to Chong, to Bar, there were enough good times going on to feed an army--as long as that army didn't include me. And it's not like they had excluded me on purpose or anything, in fact, I had been invited to catch up with each of them to join in on the binge drinking. But by then I just wasn't in the mood--who wants to be the last one to show up where no one's going to be sober enough to even remember you were there? I mean, it's not that I wanted to get drunk that night for a good time, I was just feeling a little left out by then, that's all. Anyway, I chose to give TK a lift to the station instead and have him listen to me whine about my mood the whole way there (he's so great at that).
Leaving the station, I was still pouty because I wanted to be doing something too, but by then I just didn't know what. I knew that I wasn't really in a social mood anymore, but I also knew that I didn't exactly want to go home either. I was half-way home when I realized what I wanted to do: I wanted to go for a drive. Tonight was a driving night. I'm sure you know those kinds of nights. The kind where you just want to get in the car and go. No where in particular, no destination in mind, no ETA--just an aimless, gas-guzzling, yet strangely sense-pleasing drive around the city. It was perfect weather too: it was cool out, the rain was lightly coming down, and it was late enough that there was that "late" feeling in the air where you knew if you were anyone else, you should've been home by then. Although my drives are aimless, they'd be somewhere downtown where I'd have things to look at. The stumbling after-clubbers; the flickering neon-lights of dingy coffee shops; the over-crowded, ridiculously cheap, after-hours eateries; the looming construction cranes and the precarious pits they ruled; the aimless walkers seeking the same cure as me, only on foot instead; the sparking streetcar wires and the screeching tracks--absolutely, mindlessly sense-pleasing, I tell you. If I'd gone for my drive, it would've instantly cured my loneliness and anxious-to-do-something feeling. I came home instead to write about it though. I think I'm glad I did.
Friday, October 03, 2003
Make sure you spell check your messages...
me - "Soooo, know anyplace that's looking to hire and english major in the near future?"
Squiggly L - "Well if you hadn't mispelled the "an" I would've said yes, but after that mistake...oh no, no job for you."
...I congratulate you, Squiggly, on a job well done. Who would've known you had some wit in you? I now must hang my head in shame, and start trying to look for a new line of work. :( Dang you, Squiggly...
me - "Soooo, know anyplace that's looking to hire and english major in the near future?"
Squiggly L - "Well if you hadn't mispelled the "an" I would've said yes, but after that mistake...oh no, no job for you."
...I congratulate you, Squiggly, on a job well done. Who would've known you had some wit in you? I now must hang my head in shame, and start trying to look for a new line of work. :( Dang you, Squiggly...
Thursday, October 02, 2003
A Bit of Blog-Related Randomness...
...G said she liked the colours that I chose for my blog. She said that the light letters on the dark background gave the impression that what I had to say came out of unknown depths. She said that it created a cool effect for those reading it--as though they had been allowed a glimpse of what had otherwise been buried deep inside of me. G and I also chest-bumped a lot during our last volleyball game. Good times...
...I'm floored to discover that people actually read what I write on my blog. And then I'm futher indented into the floor to discover that people actually like what I write. I mean, they could just be telling me that they like it, but then they don't even have to go to the trouble of telling me that they visited my blog in the first place if they didn't enjoy it. Thanks guys, it's encouraging for someone who'd forgotten how to write for so long...
...I'm just realizing now that if something is related to something else, then it's not random anymore because there's something else that exists that gives that first thing an order. Therefore, my title for this blog doesn't entirely make sense. But I like the little bit of alliteration that's going on, so I'm thinking it can stay, despite its paradoxical nature...
...Hun-Gee is usually asleep on the phone by the time I blog. Or else when he's awake and I'm blogging, he has to endure long stretches of silence as I throw my thoughts together and try to make them coherent enough to publish. He never says much while I blog, but by doing that, there's so much he's already offered to my writing...like unwavering inspiration and support...
...Q is one person who emailed me to tell me that he liked what I wrote. Q also told me that he was afraid to be my friend in case I wrote mean things about him on my blog like I did that stinky guy a few days ago. Don't worry Q, I'll be nice--otherwise you can tell my mom. Oh, and you don't mind that I've decided to call you Q, do you? It only makes sense, doesn't it? It's kinda cool--like the guy from Star Trek...
...I wish I had cool comment javascript on my blog like shaky_jake. He's cool. And a great writer. And ridiculously good-looking. And a bum for not coming on Tuesday. (I wonder if he'll read this and then get mad at me for using brackets :p )...
...Blogger is seriously endangering the future of my education. It's frickin' 4am and I have yet to read Oedipus Rex. 7 hours until class; frickin' blog...
Song of the Moment: "Today, Tonight" - Dishwalla
Waiting for a train to catch
Waiting for the perfect match
Waiting for someone to make a call
If only you had to make a change
Every day and every night
As every hour goes by
Today, tonight
Tomorrow, the next night
Too long too late
Till then I'll wait
Waiting for the plane to crash
Waiting how long can you stand
And you hope it never ends
Every day and every night
As every hour goes by
Today, tonight
Tomorrow, the next night
Too long too late
Till then I'll wait
...
Kinda reminds me of my studying sessions--"too long, too late..."
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Caution: Mind-Boggling Rambling ahead...
Do you believe in Destiny? What role does it play in our lives? Are our lives predetermined? If they are, what's the point in living if it's already known what's going to happen to us?
I believe in Fate. I believe that Destiny exists but I don't believe that that means our lives have been scripted for us. I think that Destiny has it that certain specific events are meant to take place in each of our lives, but depending on our own actions and decisions it life, those events can either happen sooner, or later; we still control our lives, but we still have our dates with Destiny. This explains why sometimes there occur strange coinicidences in people's lives that seem like the most bizzare things to happen at the most bizzare moments. It's because Destiny had it that that person was going to have that event happen to them sooner or later in life, but through that person's actions and choices up until then, that event had been pushed back further and further until it reached a point that Destiny decided that this was the last opportunity to have this event occur, and so Destiny had it happen, even though it was at such an odd moment. It had to happen because it's not only YOUR Destiny that must happen, it's a Destiny shared with billions of others--some of your moments have to coincide with other people's moments and so Destiny has to coordinate this all and therefore you get those weird coincidences that happen and can only be explained by Destiny. Confused yet? Perhaps the example that Chong and I came up with over dinner (and a very long drink) will help...
I had dinner with Chong tonight. Let's say that this dinner with Chong was a moment I was MEANT to have according to Destiny. The reason I had dinner tonight was because when Chong asked me if I wanted to eat, I realized that I didn't have to work and so I chose to go eat with him; this destined moment was therefore fulfilled. However, if tonight I decided that although I didn't have work, I was too broke to do anything and chose to stay home, my destined moment would not have been fulfilled and Destiny would have to wait for another opportunity to be completed. My Destined moment at dinner with Chong may then happen in a week, or maybe a year, but it still has to happen. So let's say it's 60 years down the road and I've still yet to have this dinner. In a week, I'll be moving to the other side of the world to finish off my life as a missionary in Africa. In fact, I haven't spoken to Chong in 50 years--I've nearly completely forgotten who he is. However, I'm still Destined to have dinner with Chong, and so, Destiny seizes the last opportunity she has and as I'm leaving the passport office that night, I get into the elevator and on the fifth floor down, an girl gets on and excitedly recognizes the man next to me and asks for his autograph (probably another destined moment), drawing my attention to him and his name--it's Chong. From there, we'll have dinner because I know it's the last time I'll see him before taking off to Africa and I'll choose to do so; the destined moment has been fulfilled. Does that make any sense? Don't worry, if it was MEANT to make sense to you, it will. If not today, then maybe tonight; tomorrow, or next night. It may seem too long at points, but it'll never be too late. Till then, I'll wait.
Waiting for a train to catch
Waiting for the perfect match
Waiting for someone to make a call
If only you had to make a change
Every day and every night
As every hour goes by
Today, tonight
Tomorrow, the next night
Too long too late
Till then I'll wait
Waiting for the plane to crash
Waiting how long can you stand
And you hope it never ends
Every day and every night
As every hour goes by
Today, tonight
Tomorrow, the next night
Too long too late
Till then I'll wait
...
Kinda reminds me of my studying sessions--"too long, too late..."
...
Caution: Mind-Boggling Rambling ahead...
Do you believe in Destiny? What role does it play in our lives? Are our lives predetermined? If they are, what's the point in living if it's already known what's going to happen to us?
I believe in Fate. I believe that Destiny exists but I don't believe that that means our lives have been scripted for us. I think that Destiny has it that certain specific events are meant to take place in each of our lives, but depending on our own actions and decisions it life, those events can either happen sooner, or later; we still control our lives, but we still have our dates with Destiny. This explains why sometimes there occur strange coinicidences in people's lives that seem like the most bizzare things to happen at the most bizzare moments. It's because Destiny had it that that person was going to have that event happen to them sooner or later in life, but through that person's actions and choices up until then, that event had been pushed back further and further until it reached a point that Destiny decided that this was the last opportunity to have this event occur, and so Destiny had it happen, even though it was at such an odd moment. It had to happen because it's not only YOUR Destiny that must happen, it's a Destiny shared with billions of others--some of your moments have to coincide with other people's moments and so Destiny has to coordinate this all and therefore you get those weird coincidences that happen and can only be explained by Destiny. Confused yet? Perhaps the example that Chong and I came up with over dinner (and a very long drink) will help...
I had dinner with Chong tonight. Let's say that this dinner with Chong was a moment I was MEANT to have according to Destiny. The reason I had dinner tonight was because when Chong asked me if I wanted to eat, I realized that I didn't have to work and so I chose to go eat with him; this destined moment was therefore fulfilled. However, if tonight I decided that although I didn't have work, I was too broke to do anything and chose to stay home, my destined moment would not have been fulfilled and Destiny would have to wait for another opportunity to be completed. My Destined moment at dinner with Chong may then happen in a week, or maybe a year, but it still has to happen. So let's say it's 60 years down the road and I've still yet to have this dinner. In a week, I'll be moving to the other side of the world to finish off my life as a missionary in Africa. In fact, I haven't spoken to Chong in 50 years--I've nearly completely forgotten who he is. However, I'm still Destined to have dinner with Chong, and so, Destiny seizes the last opportunity she has and as I'm leaving the passport office that night, I get into the elevator and on the fifth floor down, an girl gets on and excitedly recognizes the man next to me and asks for his autograph (probably another destined moment), drawing my attention to him and his name--it's Chong. From there, we'll have dinner because I know it's the last time I'll see him before taking off to Africa and I'll choose to do so; the destined moment has been fulfilled. Does that make any sense? Don't worry, if it was MEANT to make sense to you, it will. If not today, then maybe tonight; tomorrow, or next night. It may seem too long at points, but it'll never be too late. Till then, I'll wait.
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