i texted a friend from the crapper today at work. i was taking a dump, and i felt unsatisfied, so i sat there, waiting for the next round of shit to come. so, during that wait, i pulled out my phone and texted a message (about the dallas stars) to my friend J. he responded very quickly, while i was still sitting in the stall. i hope he wasn't offended. (i led off the message telling him i was on the loo.)
last week, i had a few pisses where it really hurt. my inner schlong head stung with pain, so much so that i winced and flinched and cut off the stream. i don't know what it was, maybe a cut inside my urethra or some small stones in my urine? anyways, it hurt quite a bit, and i hope it doesn't happen again.
guys, did you know girls can start and stop their streams on demand, almost instantaneously? i had no clue about that until i ran an experiment with an ex. i would give her "start" and "stop" commands, and she was able to respond to them within split seconds. for guys, starting a stream takes a while; it takes quite some times to start the flow, letting it go from the bladder, through the urethra and out. and i've noticed that i'm particularly slow relative to other guys; often, when i hit the urinal at the same time as another dude, i wind up standing there with nothing happening longer than the guy next to me.
re: wiping my ass. yeah, i'm afraid of looking at the toilet paper. i get grossed out by having my shit out in the open, so close to me. maybe subconsciously, i'm afraid that i'll smell it and get some on my face or hands or something. or worse, i'll eat it. eww! so yeah, i just wipe my ass twice (hard) and flush. believe me, it was worse before, because i used to just wipe once before some people on my blog gave me shit for it. but so far after switching to the double-wipe method, i haven't noticed any skidmarks on my boxers, so i think it's a decent system. thank goodness for ass cracks!
amy's back from colombia! she just called me. i'm really hoping that she'll come out to the bay area before she heads to hong kong for business school. i haven't seen her in five years. maybe i'll go back to dallas while she's there this summer, and we can hang out. we'll see. seeing her is one of my major goals this year.
so D and i were all set to go to mongolian bbq today, but then, we decided that it was too expensive, so i threw out yoshinoya as an alternative. it's only half the price of mongolian, so we ended up there instead. what i get there is their "spicy combo, extra sauce." it's good shit, and only $5. still, though, one of these days, i've got to get my mongolian fix.
so one of my ex-coworkers tony, as i found out, is about to strike it rich. he left my company and joined a taiwanese startup that's apparently stealing all of our low-end customers. and his company is going public soon. *RAAR* of course, he works like a dog, and when i saw him last year in taiwan, he told me about his 3-4am workweeks. would you work like that for a couple million bucks? i would say yes, but i know that with my fragile mental condition, i might not survive it. but yeah, i'm jealous of him.
so i got the ball rolling on the quest to search for this one girl i knew back in my late high school days. i e-mailed my aunt in dallas, asking her for her help in finding A, who's the daughter of a friend of her husband. she has one of the sexiest voices ever. i remember feeling weak talking to her over the phone, that's how sexy she sounded. of course, i haven't heard from her in like 15 years, so my hopes of finding her aren't that high. we shall see.
i really enjoy finding long lost friends. like jessica (hadn't talked to her in 9 years), pritam (10+ years), zz (10+ years), etc. i hate the idea that there are some people who i used to talk to that i can never contact again, like a door closing on me permanently. i've even found some old teachers of mine, and i'm always flattered that they (well, most of them) remember me. but yeah, searching (and finding) old friends is really gratifying.
this morning, i had a gruesome dream where i was biting my nails, and i kept going and chewed through the bone in my left pinky. it was really gross, and i started panicking in my dream. it didn't really hurt, but i freaked out because i didn't know how to heal my finger. then i woke up. i checked my finger, and it was intact again. *phew*
the stopclock on my beloved yellow tag heuer watch broke this weekend. the minute hand is now pointing at 44 minutes instead of 0. *cries* you don't get it. i LOVE this watch. it's yellow! i've had it for around 8 years now, and it's one of my most prized possessions. (plus, i got a 30% off deal at a chinese jewelry store, so that made it even sweeter.) now i'm debating whether i should go watchless for like a month and pay the $$$ and get it fixed. the jewelry store will most likely send it to switzerland for repairs.
ok, it's 7pm. time to go.
friday night, alan was really hungry, so we went to hometown buffet. that's right, hometown buffet. i had never been there before, but i had a bad feeling about the place already. (i never do well at american buffet places.) and i was right; the food was really bad. alan and ting always swear they'll never go back there after eating there, and once again, they did the same. after dinner, they were too tired to do anything, so i just went home, watched tv, and called my mom.
i set the alarm for 10am on saturday morning, and i was really excited for the day to begin. first up was brunch at sushi house with sonya. five of us got together there, and we had a good time catching up with sonya. she lives on boston now, and she doesn't do much outdoor stuff (while she lived out here, she did triathlons, for example), so she wasn't as tan as she used to be.
after brunch, we piled into my car and went to downtown palo alto in search of red mango. we found it, and the door was open, but one of the guys inside yelled at me that they weren't open yet. :( i had dishi go in and ask when they were going to open, and they told him some time next week. so we went to fraiche to get our yogurt fix.
after that, we parted ways, and i went home and took an hour nap. and then, i watched the kentucky derby. big brown was amazing. i turned my tv off right after the finish, so i didn't know about the euthanizing of eight belles. how sad. :(
i called up some friends to see if they wanted to watch _harold and kumar_ with me, but no one wanted to, so i just went and saw it by myself. it was funny in parts, and i appreciated the female nudity, but it wasn't as good as the first one.
after the movie, i rushed over to menlo park to have the gombei dinner with some taiko peeps. it was sort of a fiasco because we had a party of 7, but only 4 showed up. also, the curry was watery and diluted, and it didn't taste very good. oh well.
after dinner, it was time for the stanford taiko spring concert. the songs were in much better shape than last week, but there were THREE dropped bachi (drum sticks). how horrible. i buried my face in my hands when it happened each time, and the last one (during the finale piece) was just tragic. the guy kept playing until the end, and it was so noticeable that he was playing with only one bachi. ugh.
i stuck around for the reception for a little bit, and then i jetted off to paul's place for paul and mikeC's birthday party. some people had already left by the time i got there (around 11pm), and when i arrived, people decided to do a tequila shot. i guess they were waiting for me to drink. so we had a shot of patron silver. i wanted to drink some more, but i guess one shot was enough for everybody. people played mario kart, a gift from leeya to paul, and paul put on last year's victoria's secret fashion show, which quieted the guys (who must have been mesmerized by the scantily clad women) and perked up the girls (who proceeded to gawk at the girl's emaciated bodies). and then most of us left afterwards.
sunday, i set my alarm for 10am, but got out of bed around 10:45. i called up hr girl, and we met at hong kong flower lounge in millbrae at 12:15. the line was ridiculous, but by the time she actually arrived, we got a table relatively quickly. it was great to see her; the last time we saw each other was like two years ago. she said i lost weight, and i thought she still looked hot. we had a good time catching up, and i went through her wedding pictures. man, she has a great booty, as accentuated by her skin-tight wedding dress.
after i got home, i turned on the lakers/jazz game, but i passed out for two hours and didn't see the ending. then, i just watched some movies on tv until dinner. one of them was _the mask of zorro_. you know, i think catherine zeta jones is empirically beautiful, but i am just not attracted to her.
for dinner, greg, nelson and mikeC met up at los charros, where i introduced greg to their super carnitas wet burrito. at the same time, the dallas stars and the san jose sharks were playing game 6 (greg's a fan of the sharks), so when we left, they were in overtime, and greg and i rushed back to our respective homes and watched. it was nuts. they played FOUR overtime periods. after the third one, i called up greg, and i complained to him that i was bored, and i was going to bed. while brushing my teeth, i heard that the sharks were in a penalty, so i figured that the stars might score a power play goal, and they did. *phew* and the game was over. i hope greg's not too bummed.
and that was it. saturday was awesome. and i'm really happy that i saw two old friends that i haven't met up with in a long time.