man. i just got out of a 2-hour meeting. it's sort of ironic when they're pushing us to work harder and yet burn an aggregate of 20 man-hours while doing so. *shrug*
and no, it isn't love. it's just a fascination, a mystique, i guess.
a coworker of mine wants me to teach him how to solve a rubik's cube. i'm like, "I DON"T HAVE THE FUCKING TIME!" sigh. i mean, it'd be cool to *have* the time, but i just don't right now.
and another coworker keeps showing me pictures of his single female friends. he loads up all the pictures he's taken over the weekend, and he's like pointing out, "oh, she's single. and she's single." and i don't have the heart to tell him that i think they're all pretty fugs.
and last night, i had this moment around 3-4am where i just couldn't go back to sleep. i just kept thinking. some of the thoughts were blogworthy, but i don't remember them now. anyways, it's been awhile when i've had a "thoughtful" event at night. i wonder what prompted that.
but anyways, one of the words that popped up in my brain last night was "codependent." i think i've forgotten what it feels like to be that way. i mean, i do find some girls attractive, but i don't think i've ever gotten to the point where i wanted *their* lives to be a part of mine. you know, to the point where their happiness equates to a portion of my own, to be... codependent.
*shrug*
i think i'm destined for a life of eternal bachelorhood.
i always thought that a weekend would crawl at a slow pace if i didn't do anything. well, these past two days showed otherwise.
friday night, i had dinner with the two ENT couples at the old site of swagat (an indian restaurant) in palo alto. they still served indian food, but it was BAD. AND it wasn't cheap, either! afterwards, we went to cold stone, where their ice cream sizes are deceptively large.
saturday was the day where i did nothing. i didn't see anyone (that i knew), and i only went outside to stop by the tailor's and grab some lunch. i woke up at 1pm and watched both NBA basketball games while taking a nap in between. and by 8:30, i was in bed, watching the lakers game and then falling asleep.
sunday was more of the same, except that alan and ting were back. the only point of note here is that at 8:00pm, i went up to daly city to play tennis with k4. the time was mostly spent chasing her errant shots, but i didn't mind because i actually worked up a sweat.
i dunno. something about this girl makes me weak. and dumb. and i don't like that.
anyways, this weekend just completely flew by. and it left me totally unsatisfied.