NYC Quote of the Moment:

"I love taking the train. I read a book, take a nap, stare at titties."
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Lurvely. I love the randomness of New York. And I love being in this city with the ones I love. I can't wait.

Song of the Moment: "Everything Changes" - Staind

If you just walked away
What could I really say?
Would it matter anyway?
Woud it change how you feel?

I am the mess you chose
The closet you cannot close
The devil in you i suppose
'Cause the wounds never heal

But everything changes
If I could
Turn back the years
If you could
Learn to forgive me
Then I could learn to feel

Sometimes the things I say
In moments of disarray
Succumbing to the games we play
To make sure that it's real

When it's just me and you
Who knows what we could do
If we can just make it through
The toughest part of the day

But everything changes
If I could
Turn back the years
If you could
Learn to forgive me
Then I could
Learn how to feel
Then we could
Stay here together
And we could
Conquer the world
If we could
Say that forever
Is more than just a word

If you just walked away
What could I really say?
And would it matter anyway?
It wouldn't change how you feel

Bending the rule

    "No worries dude. You're what, 26? The youngest is 20--you're safe. And besides, the rule is half your age plus 7."
    "Yeah--I got room. Oh, but it's plus 6 if she's really hot."
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LoL. I'm so glad Golddawg is back to work. Besides being my reliable back-up in case I want to have children but haven't found THE guy (his offer, not mine), he's so awesome for moments like these.

According the the rule, right now, the oldest that can date me is 36, while the youngest I can cougar on is 19.5. Awesome; my horizons are broader than I thought. :p

New York tonight--what a rush!

Could this be my first ever MOBILE post?!

Don't get me wrong; I love Jenny and all. But if I can post from my phone (BB is her name), that means all those times I have to pretend to be using my phone in order to deter interactions from passersby, I won't have to pretend anymore!!!

Ergonomic deterrent?

My computer at work is a ergonomic as I can set it up to be. My keyboard is a natural form, my mouse is not only on the left side, but is also left-handed. My task bar is set to the side of the screen, and hides when inactive. I love it.

My co-worker sat down to borrow my computer for FB yesterday as he was welcome to by me. He got up and left a moment later when he couldn't get anything to work right. Oops. :)

If it doesn't kill you

Study: Cancer risk decreases after age 80

Well duh. If you've made it that long, what can't you survive?

It's been said

How is it that things happen so quickly? A friend falls so
ardently in love one day, then abhors her love the next. Seemingly
recent introductions evolve at lightspeed into engagements and
all of a sudden, so many weddings are in the air. The beginning of
summer brings the start of a season, and in blink of an eye the
season's ending with the culminating tournament that still felt
months away and that I'm now rushing to prepare for. Down to
every little detail, it feels rushed and I'm worrying that I'm
not going to get it all done. But despite the odds, I'm going to
try. There's no doubt about that.
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I'm strong, but I'm not invincible.

However, it would seem that I have the right players on my team to get through the tight spots and ensure that it all gets done. Because it will. Not only will it all get done, but it will get done right. That, despite all on my plate, I am not worried about. Resilient and strong, I will always bounce back; even if it takes me a while. I just had to put that out there and spell it out for myself, if no one else.

All about the accessories

    "Man, I'd put on my biggest hoop earrings just so I could walk in there, challenge a fight, and then take those earrings off!"
    --my Latina chica sista, rearing for some action

    "Oh yeah! I wanted to check into some of the jewellery stores to look at necklaces and maybe bracelets. I was also thinking about something for my hair...oh, you were talking about the bridesmaids? Oh, I thought you were talking about me. For your accessories, I don't care; you can wear whatever."
    --Ehbaba, talking about wedding accessories; just not the bridesmaids'
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hahaha

A light in the dark

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The cure for any darkness is a little light, and a lot of nerdiness:

    "Not again. The line must be drawn here! This far and no farther! And I will make them pay for what they've done!"
    --Jean-Luc Picard, about to annihilate the Borg

As much as I can abhor logic sometimes (being the whimsical fairytale dreamer that I am), other times, it can make worlds of sense and make you feel much better about yourself. Especially when it proves that you're not crazy. Even more so when it proves your point. I like having so many pinky-fingers on my team, and not all of them have to have a ring to be so elite. Who said it was the thumb that made humans a superior species?

UTC/GMT -5 hours

In search of comfort last night, I scoured the time zones to find one in which it may not have been too late to find a friend. What I found was actually ended up being in my own time zone; I almost forgot that it's never too late for a friend in need.

I was scolded, twice, but still found what I was looking for.

Splattered

SO. MUCH. FUN.

Happy Bachelorette, Ehbaba! What a great way to celebrate--choosing to be shot out of singledom by a bunch of friends, wearing the FIND of a wedding gown for the event! :)

Late night laze

Last night, three of us got together and did absolutely nothing. Actually, I think we took turns falling asleep between intermittent sentences that didn't quite string into conversations. It was excellence.

True

His was the last voice I heard before closing my eyes; we'd spoken for hours. At the end of our conversation, he told me he loved me. I told him I loved him back. I felt a little better.

Again with intensity

It seems like some people are feeling the need to repeat themselves. Me too. Things tend to come to mind again and again when they mean that much to you.

If everyone knew this:

	Men	Women
Driven By	Ego	Emotion
Need	Significance	Security
Sexually	Microwave	Crockpot
Pitfalls	Making fun of a man	Playing with a woman's emotions

(I hope I'm not outing anyone here), they might agree that the following quote was written by a woman who knew how to give a man importance:

I'm going to kiss you. I'm going to kiss you with tongue. I'm going to kiss you so you feel it. Okay?

Okay.

At the moment, I'm feeling a blend of the two gender tendencies: my emotions are driving me to want to feel more significance.
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I'm going to a friend's wedding tomorrow after only a half a day's work, and I'm just aching to feel excited.
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I'll repeat too:

Forgive me if I'm keeping you
Apart from better conversation
Hung up on all my doubt
Trying to sort the whole thing out
Tell me that I'm smart enough
To deal with all the information
Spinning inside my head
Every word he ever said

Maybe I can stand alone
Maybe I'm strong as stone
Even though the bird has flown
Maybe he'll fly on home
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When my mom and dad first started dating, my dad loved going camping and so took my mother along; she followed enthusiastically to spend the time with him doing the things that he loved. Years after they were married, my mother stopped going camping when my dad took us kids--turns out she was never keen on it. She had never liked it to begin with, but went with him anyway because she loved him more than she disliked camping.

I like camping. I enjoy the outdoors. But if a same sort of sacrifice arose for me to make for the one I loved, I would immediately dive right in. That's what love is all about, isn't it?
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What is the price of a loved one's smile?

I don't know, but I would do anything to see him smile.
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I miss co-existing. I miss the comfortable silences which calm the thousands of thoughts spinning in my head. I miss being in the safest of environments where no matter what happens, I won't be judged. There are things in your life that you just NEED sometimes. Again, this is one of those times. What I had tonight was close, but it wasn't a sit-under-the-strings-of-Christmas-lights-cuddled-on-the-sinkintosofa-in-the-warmth-of-a-boo-in-the-SAC-office sort of moment. But close.

Distractedly thinking aloud

With a little research, you can discover who is really friends with who, who is crying for attention, or who is trying to run away from it all. All it takes is a little observance.
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I've had signed flowers, anonymous flowers, postcards, no-reason cards, autographed books, letters, emails, messages, surprise visits, gifts, trips. But what I really want, is a picture in a frame that I didn't put there, and sticky notes in the morning on our bathroom mirror.
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The conclusion: it's all about the clean break.
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Every day is a new adventure.

A Poetic Plea

As part of a mini-project at work this morning, I was ordered to scour the pages of the Toronto Star in search for mentions of a certain article. In my hunt for said mentions, I came across a title and an attached blurb that I couldn't resist: "Mystery of the Queensway love signs solved."

Curiousity getting the best of me, I read the column, and then searched backwards for the initial article from Sunday. My heart strings were tugged.

A man in love, without a means of communication, posted signs for the object of his affection all along the route she walked in the mornings. They were quotes of love from writers across the times that he chose because he thought they were specific to the two of them.

    "There is always some madness in love...but there is always reason in the madness."
    "I love you not only for what you are but for what I am when I am with you."
    "He is not a lover who does not love forever."
    "Love consists in this, that two solitudes protect and touch and greet each other."

All that, and she's turned him down.

Needless to mention, I have a sweet spot for words. While public professions of love could really be a little much for me, if someone loved me so much that he didn't care that others knew or what they thought and tried to flag me down with scrawled notes of love across the highways, he would have 100% of my attention.

I know that when it comes to the written word, I can be a force to be reckoned with. But if he dared to venture into my territory, especially as a lite-rate as I imagine them all to be, with a plea for a second chance, how could I say no?

The ideal idea is to awaken one morning, and if I find that he is no longer next to me, I will instead find notes and notes of loving reminders of how he will be back soon enough, and how he will be missing me just as much as I will be missing him until that moment comes round again when we can be together in each other's arms.

...that's enough. I'm making myself lonely.