man, i got destroyed by mongolian bbq today. my bowl of food was bigger than ever, and it was a struggle finishing it. after i got back to the office, i passed out for a good 30-40 minutes in my cube. the cool thing was bumping into tiffany, the hr girl at gfn who came after *the* hr girl. she recognized me while i was getting my food, and i said hi and gave her a hug. she's a bubbly personality. and she even dated with charles woodson! (he's a heisman trophy winner, i think, who played for michigan and later on for the raiders.)
anyways, no more mongolian bbq for me. i just cannot deal with the food coma aftermath. btw, i didn't try the rice/cooking wine because i was skeptical of how it would change the taste, so i just stuck with my usual recipe, which was fabulous as always.
i've always wanted to be a pen twirler. i know it's a geeky skill to have, but i always thought it was cool. i tried it once, but it was just impossible. i guess it takes a lot of practice. i wonder, though; did all pen twirlers go through hours of practice before getting it right? two of the engineers in my team can do it, and i get mesmerized watching them.
so a random girl facebook'ed me today. before adding her as a friend, i wrote her a quick message asking her how she knew me or if she was a blog reader. she said she was just looking for friends, so i was like, why not. anyways, i'm still waiting for some of you readers/lurkers out there to add me on facebook. come on! go ahead, do it! :)
so one of the games (_xenogears_, an RPG by squaresoft) i sold to my friend (who owns a videogame store) raked in $95. wow! what a killing! i had no idea xenogears was that valuable. my friend complimented me on my taste of videogames back then, but i couldn't take the credit. you see, back then, i subscribed to _next generation_, this videogame magazine, and i only bought games that got rated well, so that's why i only owned good games. i was more of a collecter rather than player; i would buy games, play them for like an hour, get frustrated at the learning curve, and then drop them. oh well. at least now i'm getting use out of them. (or rather, mikeT is getting use out of the store credit that i'm giving him.)
so i asked my aunt about ann/anne, the girl i knew way back when with the ridiculously sexy voice. my aunt didn't remember her parents, but she deduced one possible friend, and gave me her name. so i contacted the mom today (through her realty website), and i'm crossing my fingers that i got the right person. if this doesn't work out, then i guess i'm shit out of luck. let's hope for the best.
i remember how i found jessica, this other old friend of mine who i lost touch with for like 8 years. i knew her dad was a chiropractor back in dallas, so i looked up his last name and "chiropractor" on google and actually called up his practice. i got him on the phone, and i stammered out "h-h-hi... i'm an old friend of your daughter, and i'd like to contact her." i'm glad that he didn't think i was some stalker or madman, and he was kind enough to give jessica my phone number. but damn, jess is being a punk these days; i haven't talked to her in ages, aside from a brief text message over christmas break.
ick. i just burped up (and swallowed down) some of my lunch. it tasted like lay's bbq potato chips.
i am wondering if i should even attempt going to dim sum on sunday. fyi, this sunday is mother's day. last year, grace, john and i tried going to dim sum on father's day, and dynasty was packed beyond belief. in fact, they even had tables outside of the restaurant, in the atrium where the escalators were. nuts! and the wait must have been something like an hour or even longer. hm. i do crave dim sum, though. (the reason why i can't go on saturday is because i plan on being an extra for adam and rae's film.)
my friend S called me up on monday night. she's one of the few people who's open enough to tell me that she gets brazilian waxes. she even measured her landing strip and gave me the dimensions. (i forget the numbers now.) anyways, i love shaved pubes on women. it's probably from watching too much porn, but i do think it looks so clean and elegant and aerodynamic. one time, my ex shaved hers, and i got a boner just by thinking about it. too bad, we broke up soon after it happened, or else i could have enjoyed it more.
i can't recall when i first got my pubes. i don't remember what age i was, or what it looked like when they first came in, or whether it itched or not. it's like i went from being shorn to having a full-blown afro in my crotch. same thing goes for my armpit hair (i don't have much there, though).
ok, i think i'm leaving half an hour early today. the guy i'm working with went to see his chiropractor, so not much i can do here.