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[5/27/2006]
Right now, even a McDog's hamburger would taste amazing. I'm really ready to pass out!

The fasting wasn't too bad in the end. After the initial hunger pains, I was able to keep from thinking about food too much.

The bike ride this afternoon helped immensely. Had a really good time just taking it on for a spin.

....I wuv my bike.

The fasting has been very difficult so far. I didn't plan it well, and I haven't eaten since Thursday night at 8pm. And I didn't even eat until I was full.

So it's already been 24 hours, but realistically, it's only been 12.

I'll stick by it though, I won't give in to my hunger pains.

....I had a tomato juice on the plane, hope that's not cheating.

[5/25/2006]
It's not easy partying with bosses; its rather stressful.

You want to have a good time, there's girls at the club, and yet, all you can do is nod, hold your drink in the air, and smile.

Because the last thing you want is end up drunk ass, and humping some cougar momma - which happened to me because I spilled beer on her.

....A mac daddy I'm not. Guess I'm just not good with girls.

Drinking with buddies and drinking with co-workers/bosses is totally different. While I don't mind doing both, it's near impossible to let one's guard down.

So I was at some club, and I didn't do anything to "misrepresent" myself. I had a couple of gin & tonics, a beer or two, and I stood by the corner, just watching, enjoying the music, danced by myself and that's that.

Until a certain co-worker disses me to another co-worker "Look at losir, he just stands there and doesn't dance."

I was ready to fight. It's been a while, but I think I still remember what it's like to connect my knuckle to another man's jaw. I wasn't going to scrap. I really was trying to keep myself on the low-low, not bothering anyone, not dancing up to some girl, not doing anything that people will remember me by and then point a finger saying disapprovingly, "And he goes to church."

But for some reason, I wanted to snap. So I go, "What did you say?"

"Errr... nothing, just that you're not dancing."

"Cuz I choose to chill, why don't you do the robot again. Have fun."

"Um, the robot?"

"Yeah, don't quit your day job. But as long as you're having fun, it's all good."

And that was that. I didn't want to pick a fight with a co-worker, he's a nice guy otherwise - wife, kids and all that.

But then I saw him again several hours later, I walked by, wanting to tap his arm as in, "Yo what up mang."

He shys away, then asks me if I'm okay.

On what, 4 drinks? I'm more than sober. Dood, 4 drinks is a wake up call to my body telling it to get ready for drinking. 4 drinks is an apetitizer.

So I mumble, "Yeah man." and walk past.

....Some people get stupid when they're drunk.

[5/24/2006]
Well, here I am on business trip - sitting VERY comfortably on these nice white sofas.


Hi Mom.

Reflection off my shiny laptop screen


....Let's not talk about where I am, okay?


I'm sitting here, in a meeting of sorts, typing away on my computer - the 9300 finally being put to good use, and I realize something - a big laptop is as useless sunscreen in Seattle.

My desktop replacement laptop consumes too much power, and if I want to bling it out by keeping my wifi turned on, I get about 2 hours of happy lappy - then it's given up its ghost.

No wifi though? It'll go for about 3 hours with the screen dimmed to its lowest setting.

Well, I'm sitting at the very back of the room, tethered to the wall socket, like the tentacle of an octopus grabbing its prey, except - I hunger AC power.

....Wait, or is that DC? What's the one that comes out of the wall again?

[5/22/2006]
I must blog this right now.

This morning, I took a $70 cab ride to the airport with all my gear in tow - ready for the business trip I've known I had to go since January.

I packed everything I needed - clothes, undergarments, socks, laptop, digital camera (Panasonic, not my D70), and most importantly, my passport.

I arrive with plenty of time to spare, care of aiport limo. I immediately reach the autocheck-in counter, and I begin to enter my information to print my e-ticket....And then my heart sank.

My passport had expired!

I crap you not - by two months now has it been deemed unusable. I never thought to check, I never thought to verify.

So the whole time I prayed. Prayed to my Heavenly Daddy that I can somehow talk my way into letting me cross the border. I promised that push come to shove, I would not lie - I would simply beg and plea to be let through.

I first boarded the flight and flew towards a destination within Canada. No problem so far, I didn't actually really need a passport at this point.

Falling in and out of sleep and praying earnestly, I was scared. Scared because I'll look like a complete loser if I don't get to cross the boarder and is sent back home. Scared because The Company paid good money to send me, and I was with five other co-workers. It would look EXTREMELY bad on my part.

I was scared as we approached US Customs - the line was super long. There was only one customs agent.

When I finally arrived at my in the US of A, here's what I found out:

- There was a computer malfunction which made it so the custom agent couldn't scan my passport
- I was the last person to go from my group, and the first couple of co-workers told the agent that there was a bunch of us
- During the customs check prior to me, a second agent came by and essentially told the agent in attendance to just "process them and let them through"
- By the time I went through, the agent didn't even bother to look at my passport and just gave it a stamp of approval

It's a true miracle. I really think so. God answered my prayer with the strongest message possible. How often have you heard of the computers not working at the airport? It's never happened to me. He didn't scan, so it didn't alert him to the fact it was expired.

....I love my Heavenly Daddy, won't you find out who He is and how He loves you?

[5/21/2006]
Very messy, or nearly.

I went and bought motorcycle tires today, Michelin Pilot Powers - only to discover I'd lost my credit card.

Which is really bad, since I only have one, and would be needing it when I went on the business trip Monday. Everything would have been on the credit card, including hotel bookings, taxi rides, meal expenses, etc. And since we are in the midst of a long weekend in Canada, I wouldn't get an expedient replacement in time.

The best they could do was for me to provide them with the hotel I'll be staying at, and they could mail it to me there.

I knew where I'd lost it, and called the restaurant to try my luck. No charges have been placed on it, since it had been missing, so it all seems okay. I placed a temporary block on the card and told them any charges would be from out of town.

....I will track my visa usage like a hawk for the next month.



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