weird. it seems that spring is coming early or something. when i was having my morning smoke today, i noticed that the birds were chirping. also, the trees were starting to blossom as well. it's only the beginning of february! the temperatures are still a bit cold outside, and i still have to put up my hood when i go out for a cigarette.
ok, so i remember my morning song. it was "don't funk with my heart" by the black eyed peas. i HATE this song. but for some reason, it was stuck in my head when i woke up. the reason why i haven't been updating this little tidbit is because i forget what song it is the moment i get into my car (and the radio's on). i also had some pretty momentous dreams last night, but of course, their memories faded once i got out of bed. the only thing that i can remember is that one had to do with the great wall of china, and the other had to do with some kid wearing my basketball shorts.
last night, mikeC, nelson and i had a CNY dinner at this chinese restaurant in downtown sunnyvale. we ordered the peking spare ribs (too sweet in my opinion), the chicken in hot garlic sauce (good, but not spicy at all), and the fish filet boiled in hot oil (very spicy, which gave me a crackling hot dump this morning). it was a decent meal, and the restaurant was packed with chinese people. alas, though, i didn't get my peking duck. maybe this weekend, if jay's around. he loves that stuff just as much as i do. but man, i've got to stop eating as much as i did yesterday; this morning, i found out (shockingly) that i gained 5 pounds in one day. i'm gonna have a light dinner tonight.
after dinner, i got home just in time to watch _the moment of truth_. i'm really addicted to this game show. i guess i love seeing people reveal their skeletons and spill their guts out to the public. the marine guy's girlfriend was really cute; later on, it was revealed that she was half japanese and half white. hapa's rule! one of the questions he got was "have you ever made ethnic jokes about your girlfriend's family?" and he answered "yes." damn! this show is too good; it'll ruin anyone's reputation, both personal and professional. (the guy also admitted that he, a waiter at a restaurant, had adjusted credit card receipts to get a bigger tip. can you say FIRED?)
so my company is having a holiday party (or rather, a "winter party," being that it's FEBRUARY) on a boat in two weeks. i've never attended a company event, but i think i might go to this one. but the problem with boat parties is that once you're on, you're ON. no leaving. you're committed. but it seems like fun, although i won't know that many people there who i can really party with. but boats seem cool, and it's better than the other stuff they've done before (beach picnics, shoreline lake, etc.).
the pinkberry song (yes, there is a pinkberry song) is really catchy. just go to their website and listen to it. it's been stuck in my head this whole time i've been typing. ugh. i don't get it. i've had frozen yogurt before (TCBY, etc.). how come i got addicted to it this time around?
there's this one male porn star (tony tedeschi) who balls hang so low that in some scenes, he has to pull them up with his hand while he's banging the girl. i find that hilarious. how inconvenient and awkward! i wonder if it hurts if he doesn't do it; the constant jarring of testicles can be quite annoying (and uncomfortable). anyways, i don't know why i just thought of that. he's got one fat schlong, though.
so in light of the lack of response, i came up with one theory why some guys use condoms during porn scenes: to last longer. yeah, i think that's a good (and rather obvious to me now) theory. but i thought that male porn stars had supreme control, and i've read that they can conduct themselves to the exact second when they shoot their wad. *ponder* anyways, i get very cross when i see a guy with a rubber on. it just kills the pleasure. i mean, how does it feel to a woman anyway? doesn't it dry out and chafe (unless you use lube)?
one of my friends is expecting another child. congrats! ah, babymaking sex. that must be one of the best kinds of sex. no worries about broken condoms, whether or not the pill's working, fear of a missed period, etc. you just go and romp happily away, as many times as you can/want to, and you actually *want* to get pregnant. that rocks!
so! does the writer's strike affect the production of porn? i mean, as bad as the writing is in adult videos, people still have to write the scripts in those movies, right? hehe. (i'm not talking about compilation or straight sex-only videos.)
so amy's blog featured a link to an article about this girl who thought she was getting a chinese character tattoo of her boyfriend's name, but it actually said "supermarket." HA! how mean of the tattoo artist. she should sue or something. i've always wanted a tattoo (either a barcode or my last name's chinese character), but i'm afraid of the pain. (i hate needles.) i've gotten temporary stick-on tattoos before, and i thought they were sort of neat. once, i got these tasmanian devil tattoos at tower records; one of them was of the taz devil rushing leftwards, and i put it just to the right of my gf's vadge. haha. i even have a picture of it somewhere.
ok, i shall leave you with this: which is more true? "distance makes the heart grow fonder" or "out of sight, out of mind"