how odd. the vp of operations just popped in my cube (from the blind side), picked up the mango in my cube, smelled it, and proceeded to give me a lecture on how to tell if such a fruit is ripe or not. (i.e. peruvian mangos have less pesticide, and filipino mangos have a great distinctive smell.)
it kind of freaked me out. and the reason is because he couldn't have seen the mango from the direction he was walking, so it all seemed like a planned event! weird!
i think i'm going to do that to one of my coworkers. like i'll scout out an object in his cube earlier, and later, just pop in and start talking about said object without any prompting. we'll see.
it's sort of interesting how i am now friends with some people i only knew superficially in college. people like cindy and yuji. interesting! like, i've forgotten how i came to be better friends with these people. my memory sort of blurs the line between knowing them as acquaintances back in school and knowing them as friends now.
friendships are interesting, if not odd. going from total strangers to friends is process that maybe i don't pay much attention to. i just realize one day, "hey! i'm friends with this person!" without knowing exactly how we got there. like, who called who first? who got in touch with who first? and how did it proceed from there? in many cases, i have no clue. you'd think that being a historian-type would result in better documentation, but i can only shrug my shoulders.
however, i do remember the first time i saw each one of the major girls in my life. (k1's tall model-like frame sautering down the second floor gavilan hall, k2's knee-highs and sassy walk around kimball dining hall, k3's floating into the a3c ballroom during taiko tryouts)
and yes, of course, i remember alan's big smile the day we arrived at stanford, when i was playing nin's "head like a hole" and he asked me if liked "alternative music."
but other than those major events, most of the rest is a bit murky... so help me refresh my memory!
come to think of it, i don't think i was into boobs until i actually happened upon a real-life pair. like, one time, senior year in high school, i saw an acquaintance of mine in a bikini (we were hanging out on a houseboat), and i could clearly see her breasts (sans nipple, though). but... i didn't get excited at all! not even a mini-boner!
now, looking back, i think about this girl in my class, and she was pretty hot. but it's only *now* that i realize the fact, and not then. strange, huh?
like i said, i think it's only after i confronted a real pair that i started liking boobs. and the aspect that i found intoxicating was that they were so SOFT. something about that just gives me the tingles.
got this e-mail from my mom just now:
I encourage you to watch the movie "The passion of the Christ". According to the director it's all based on the truth of the Bible. Christ is the true God and a real man. I think this movie shows His humanity that how perfect He was as a man and as God how much love He has toward the people He created.
hm. the whole capitalization thing bugs me. but aside from that, this e-mail reminds me how there is this religious rift in my family. my brother and mother are both deeply devout, and my dad and i are not.
i wonder if it tortures my mom to know that i'm not going to join her in heaven and instead will be spending an eternity in hell. it must, right?
as much as i love her, sometimes i dread talking to her. because at seemingly random times, she'll bust out with, "dardy, don't you believe that the lord is our one true savior?" i mean, WHAT DO YOU SAY TO THAT???
and other times, she'll tell me how i should join the church and find a nice christian girl to marry, and once again, i'm left speechless. ugh. stuff like that makes me feel really uncomfortable, because i know that if i replied with the truth, i'd hurt my mom a lot. but i'm not going to change my beliefs, either!
*RAAR*
not feeling great today. i woke up with a slightly sore throat. ick. and obviously, my nicotine habit makes things worse. double ick.
basketball was a terrible travesty today. only 6 people showed up, so we played four 3-on-3 games. i suck at defending pick and rolls. *RAAR*
good news is, after today, tomorrow is FRIDAY (duh)!! for whatever reason, this week went by really slowly. i think there was too much drama, what with the blog dying and the iPod troubles. and not to mention that nasty marshmallow headache.
tics are worse this week. i was reading last night how chronic states of inflammation can cause cancer, alzheimer's, and all sorts of nasty shit, and i think my tics put my body in such a state. some place in my body (usually neck and shoulders) always hurts, and i wonder how that's going to harm my system in the long run.
lunch was nasty. i went to carl's jr and got two spicy chicken sandwiches, "extra sauce." and instead of giving me extra spicy sauce, they gave me... EXTRA MAYONNAISE. woah. i couldn't even finish the second one, it was so disgusting. reminds me of that one time i went to subway and asked for extra ranch dressing, but the dude picked up the wrong bottle and dumped all this mayo on it.
so is oakland airport easy to find? is it as simple as 880 to hegenberger? say that it's so! but are there multiple terminals? which one is southwest airlines?
one thing i read earlier this week was a japanese study whose conclusion was that adults who slept 7 hours a day lived longer than those who slept more. which is BAD NEWS for me, since i clock in 10+ hours every day. but man! 7 hours? that's not much!
do you guys exfoliate your eyebrows? is that something people should do? i'm sitting here, scratching them, and there's all these flakes that are falling onto my desk. hm.
so tomorrow night, i'm hosting syndromes at my place! yes, it's true that i've never met him, which is why my roommate was a little alarmed when i told him about it. but still, syndromes is a good guy, even if he tries to dry hump my naked ass in the middle of the night. AND NO, THAT WAS NOT A HINT!
the only tidbit of nervousness i have is driving to oakland airport at night. i've never been there, and oakland as a whole just... scares me.
so _the OC_ last night was mediocre. the only thing that interested me was the public vs. private tension between seth and summer. although, i've decided that summer (rachel bilson) has nice big eyes. she's definitely growing on me, but just a bit. and i reiterate, mischa barton canNOT act.
and what is up with the OC girls getting bangs now? i don't like them! first marisa gets them, and now anna? ick. at least summer's staying put with her long layers, which i think looks pretty cool.
man, i hope it doesn't rain all week. i want to do stuff!
so last night, i was IM'ing dishi on YM, and he pressed the buzz key (ctrl-g). and this doorbell sound went off, and ting and i both thought it was a real doorbell. so i got up and checked the door, to find no one there. damn. that shit scares me. i blame yahoo for coming up to sounds that are too realistic!
so i'm going to be alone all of next week. (alan and ting and family will be in whistler.) so if you want to hang out, let's make plans!