Just want to vent - vent - VENT!!!

It's 11 p.m. and my Internet Explorer had just taken me to a new realm of pissed I have ever been. I had just finished typing up a whole blog and it went poof in a nanosecond.

"Microsoft Internet Explorer has encountered a problem and needs to close. We are sorry for the inconvenience"

How nice.



How fucking nice.


Anyway, the title of the blog was the same as this one. Very appropriate.

And I'm not going to type in another blog just for your pleasure. My well being and beauty relies on my sleep, which I'm about to do in five minutes. I'll try to write up a somewhat similar blog tomorrow, that is if I am still in this same pissy mood.

All the Pretty Flowers

My nutty neighbor has been on her crazy rampage. She has been parking her Scion sideways, on a perfect 45 degree angle and taking up one and a half parking space (of which the half was mine!). But sometimes it's good to have an oddball as a neighbor. One day she came up cradling a huge bag of apples in her arms. "We went to an apple farm and we got lots of apples, so I'm giving you some!" I just stood there at my doorway. "Are they good?" I asked dumbly. "Of course they are!" she snapped, "If they aren't, I wouldn't give them to you!"

One other day she came up with a bouquet of roses. The first thought that came into my mind was, "Is she hitting on me??" I was already feeling flattered when she said my apartment looked too plain and the flowers were definitely going to make it "more beautiful".

Well this time, she came up with coupons to Lewis Ginter Botanical Garden. "It's $2 off and you can get free Starbucks coffee! And they have this green house with all kinds of flowers! It's really pretty out there, you can go with your boyfriend!"

First of all, what kind of man would want to go to a greenhouse to look at a bunch of "pretty flowers"? Secondly, what "boyfriend"???

So, as all of you can tell, I called up a girlie girl to be my date for the day, and here are our pictures.

Think Outside the Box for a Sec, Will Ya?

There are some nights when I just feel like going out. You know, hang out at a nice bar or cafe, listen to some live jazz and do a little dancing. Well, Thursday night was one of those nights.

And luckily, Olivia asked me out. Olivia is usually my date when I'm dateless (it pretty much goes both ways). Cafe Diem was the destination of the night, and since gas hit 2 (and I mean TWO) bucks this week, I just had to drive.

We got ourselves a table. Of course Olivia had to try her luck. After all, it's her birthday tomorrow. But alas, Bacardi Silver is not (and I don't think they will ever be) on the menu. So she had to settle with her vodka and cranberry juice.

And as you know, things happen to people when they drink.

Especially when they get to their third glass, with glasses of water in between.

And since Olivia is kind of a normal person, it happened to her. She simply had to pee.

So she got up graciously and walked that walk across the dancefloor.

And darnit! The little girl's room was occupied!

"Hey, you can use the guy's bathroom!" a voice suddenly called out. Olivia looked at the guy and shook her head. "No! Guy's bathroom is usually nastier than the girls!" The guy countered, "This one's not. Go ahead, use it!"

So our little Olivia thought for a moment, and figured, what the hell. She stepped in and the guy asked again, "Do you need toilet paper?"

"Yeah."

"Here you go!" The guy, I swear to God, opened his mouth and pulled his tongue out.

Olivia's jaw dropped.

I told her she should've said she was going to do number two.

Buzz-buzz! Busy as a Bee!

Since my life kinda fell apart earlier this month, I've been loading myself with more crap that I've ever handled since the third grade.

THIRD GRADE you asked?

Well yes! My wonderful and loving mum (and no! I'm not being sarcastic at all *ahem*) has put me to work ever since I could remember. Monday - Wednesday - Friday was English. Piano lessons were either Tuesday or Thursday. Painting lessons were Mondays, I think? Somehow I also remembered playing basketball at least once a week (and me dreading the experience because I pretty much sucked). And of course there was Chinese lessons every Saturday night with "Lao Tse" (notice that I really said it with distaste).

So as a teenager, my social life was pretty much nonexistent. My close friends (Buls, In?) could pretty much attested to this. At times I would look forlornly at them taking off to the mall to watch a movie or grab a bite. Other times I would simply be green with envy, scribing tons and tons of Chinese characters on my notebook, wondering how to write the word "bitch" instead of "Lao Tse".

But anyways, that was then and this is now. As I said before, my life took an unexpected turn and I figured it's time to explore the uncharted. Juggling between jazzercise, kickboxing, kickball, and metal jewelry take some work. I'm booked from Monday to Thursday. I thought about volleyball but coming home with unbelievably huge bruises on my arms made me have second thoughts. And Noah second that after looking at my feeble arms.

Weekends are times for roadtrips. I have been going to DC, and am hoping to make it a habit. Luckily I have friends who will take me under their wings. I could pretty much choose and pick where I want to stay for the night; the possibilities are just endless!

Of course all these don't really make the loneliness disappear. It's always there, nagging, at the back of my head. More often than not I wished it would just fade away. But then, it makes you remember all the good times and the wonderful experiences that you had before. And considering that these last 2.5 years were the happiest years of my life, I don't think I want to trade them away.

So no, I'm not running. I'm just trying to make the best possible outcome out of a not so great situation. And being busy is the simplest way to do it.

The Liver Cried: Yeah Baby, Kill Me!

That was what she (yes, my liver is a girl) said late Saturday night (or shall I say early Sunday morning) after I drank the last drop of Corona (after Gin and Tonic, Cosmo, Southern Comfort, and another Corona). Btw, Kevin, that Southern Comfort stuff is N-A-S-T-Y! She (my liver) probably didn't like me very much that night, but she definitely could not resist the temptation, the wave of euphoria that hit her constantly till the early morning. I could see her laying there, taking a puff and said, "Damn! I haven't had it like that for the longest time!" She hates me, but she can't stop loving me either.

Sneezes, Rocker who Sucks, and the Ever-Delicious Hot Pot

Half of the team dumplings met again for another appetising and delicious night. This time it was at Tom's place. Hui brought her all new hi-tech electric hotpot. Amstel light was the broth for the night.

An epidemic of sneezes broke once the spicy red sauce was dumped into the ocean of beer. Cries and laughter, sniffles and coughs, all in one burst.





Before the night was over, two rockers emerged singing a sad "Heaven" song. One rocker sucks, the other doesn't. One rocker drank most of the beer, the other had a diet coke. One was hot, really hot, but that was when the Japanese occupied the land. Hands and legs are twisty-ties, spread eagled on the Twister mat. Camera snapped, bodies tumbled. Again, laughter, high and low.



Then came the reality of Life. Choose a career, become an entertainer and get $20,000. Choose college, $40,000 in debt, become an accountant and get $100,000. Paydays, marriage, house deed, taxes, all came in a whirl.

So what do you choose? Where would you go? I'd rather be right here. Just right here.

Not a Player

There are things that you do that gives out an undesirable effect (or the opposite, for that matter) despite all the nice intentions.

Love, I learned, is a complicated matter. However, I have been very fortunate in learning a few basic rules (the hard way, of course, but I have no complaints)
1. Go all the way, don't quit in the middle.
2. If you have doubts, stop and don't continue. Continuing will destroy you, but it will destroy the other person even more.
3. People that are worth your love will let you go if it's time. People who are not will drag you down.
4. Some always say "don't start something you can't finish". However, I believe that if you do start it, even if you can't finish, you get something valuable and irreplaceable.
5. Trial and error works. There will be many pangs, heartbreaks and silent cries, but they all make you grow up.
6. Love is definitely NOT everything.
7. But life is.