"Dear Lord: The gods have been good to me. For the first time in my life, everything is absolutely perfect just the way it is. So here's the deal: You freeze everything the way it is, and I won't ask for anything more. If that is OK, please give me absolutely no sign. OK, deal. In gratitude, I present you this offering of cookies and milk. If you want me to eat them for you, give me no sign. Thy will be done."

How I adore and envy the simple minded Homer Simpson.

OH, forgot to mention another funny story. That night out drinking, we were talking about being fobs, and how long someone's been a fob, and the standard period in which one should be considered a fob, and etc. FYI, a "F.O.B." stands for "Fresh Off the Boat," a descriptive phrase usually administered upon those who are new to the US, and have little knowledge of the new country, and speak little or no English. Well, one of my acquaintances, who's been in the US quite a long time, declared that she was a "S.O.B." Correct me if I am wrong, but from my knowledge, SOB usually stood for "Son of a Bitch," which can also describe the particular fob that you're talking about, but in no way are they synonymous. According to her, "S.O.B." stands for "Still On the Boat." So I was enlightened. I told this newfound fact to my brother, and even he laughed. He almost never laughes at anything remotely funny that I say, so his laughter tells me that this fact was beyond his breadth of knowledge as well. Well, who would have known??

TranceLegend (9:47:09 PM): hey Flor1123 (9:47:15 PM): wut TranceLegend (9:47:16 PM): got me a new # TranceLegend (9:47:20 PM): call me now ok Flor1123 (9:47:26 PM): ok TranceLegend (9:47:31 PM): 310-217-7638 Flor1123 (9:48:20 PM): is this your home? TranceLegend (9:48:24 PM): cell Flor1123 (9:48:29 PM): it doesn't look like a cell TranceLegend (9:48:35 PM): it is! Flor1123 (9:48:43 PM): what carrier is this? TranceLegend (9:49:04 PM): Veritel Flor1123 (9:49:08 PM): somethings up. Flor1123 (9:49:14 PM): what the hell is veritel TranceLegend (9:49:18 PM): its a combination of verizon and nextel TranceLegend (9:49:23 PM): I have both! Flor1123 (9:49:29 PM): ok Flor1123 (9:49:34 PM): now i know something's up Flor1123 (9:49:37 PM): you don't mess with me Flor1123 (9:49:48 PM): is this someone else's number? TranceLegend (9:49:55 PM): dude Flor1123 (9:50:17 PM): what happened to your old cell TranceLegend (9:50:28 PM): nextel combined w/ verizon TranceLegend (9:50:32 PM): and I got me a new # Flor1123 (9:50:41 PM): nextel did not combine with verizon Flor1123 (9:50:53 PM): and the prefix is for neither company TranceLegend (9:51:00 PM): lol TranceLegend (9:51:03 PM): you're an idiot TranceLegend (9:51:06 PM): fine don't call me Flor1123 (9:51:45 PM): rejection hotline??????????? TranceLegend (9:51:46 PM): damn, relax toots TranceLegend (9:51:50 PM): hehehehehehe TranceLegend (9:51:55 PM): you called huh? TranceLegend (9:51:56 PM): lol Flor1123 (9:52:24 PM): dude Flor1123 (9:52:30 PM): there's an actual rejection hotline? ....*I cut some unnecessary parts*.... Flor1123 (9:54:51 PM): Did your gf change her number and give this to you? TranceLegend (9:55:03 PM): actually, she's the one who gave it to me Flor1123 (9:55:05 PM): or did you try to mac on some chick and get this number? Flor1123 (9:55:09 PM): ic Flor1123 (9:55:11 PM): figures TranceLegend (9:55:17 PM): f-U! Flor1123 (9:55:36 PM): i'm guessing that she's the one fed up with you, rather than the vice-versa TranceLegend (9:55:46 PM): its mutual Flor1123 (9:55:55 PM): i'm so sure Above is copied and pasted for a good reason. To show what a great bud "TranceLegend"(He specifically requested that he remain nameless, although there's such a plethora of Kevin's out there it would be really hard to pin point out who he is. =o) can be. For anyone in the LA area, try dialing that number -- it's a totally hilarious number to call. He actually tried to pull that one over me again the very next day, which shows what a capital "L" *LoSeR* he is. Actually he is a really chummy guy friend of mine and we play jokes on each other... actually, he plays jokes on me and I feel dumbfounded, which is more truthful. He asked me to put in a good word for him on my blog, such as what a great lover he is, and to mention the 4 hour sex marathon(which we never had), and etc.. But in truth, he's a lil weenie who gets pushed around by his GF. If he was single, I'd try to mention his positive character traits, in hopes that some nerd reading this will find him attractive enough to contact me for his number(in which case I will give the number to the rejection hotline mentioned in the above dialogue, but he's attached, so what's the use, right? Anyways... time to hit the sack. Again, no yoga today, but I did finally pay for the replacement membership card, and I just need to wait a couple of days before I go pick it up. So I made some progress.

With Valentine's just around the corner(just a tad more than a week away... yikes!) depression has settled upon me heavily. This is my second consecutive valentine alone, and although I secretly hope it will be my last, I have a bad feeling in my tummy that tells me otherwise. A woman's intuition, you might think. With all the red decorations everywhere, and advertisements on banners on all websites for chocolates and candy... and also knowing that even Crys will share that day with nick, has led me to believe that I have no hope. I am sure many singletons out there will stay home alone and watch sappy romance flicks such as "serendipity," or band together with other singletons in boycotting See's candies. As you may well predict, I will be amongst the ones who stay home -- however, I will not watch sappy lovey-dovey movies, such as Serendipity. I saw the ad for that movie when it first came out, and I already knew I would never watch it, and if forced upon me to watch it, I would hate it. When my mom rented it, I watched the first third, and confirmed my premonition of a bad movie. In the movie "Pearl Harbor"(which I've seen about 5 times, despite the lengthiness of the movie -- my everlasting love for Ben Affleck allows me to do so) Kate Bekinsale(ÄÉÀÌÆ® º£Å²¼¼ÀÏ) was absolutely beautiful. It is amazing how that beautiful woman who has captured my envy in one movie, can appear so looney playing a nut-case in another. I don't intend this to be a movie review, but in "Serendipity," she meets a guy and claims that if there were meant to be, they will find each other, even if they know nothing about each other. Yeah. Good one. So she writes her name inside a book, One Hundred Years of Solitude, it was, I believe, and sells it to some bookstore. Also, she writes his name and number on a 5 dollar bill(which is prohibited by federal law, I might add. You can imagine my astonishment the way this movie just exhibited such an offensive behavior, and still passed for a PG rating!) and buys something with it, and says that she will find that 5 $ if they were meant to be. And despite the fact that the guy opposes all of this(not a believer, eh?) she just does all that and runs off! What kind of nut-case is that? She belongs in a nice quiet place, surrounded by four sickly white walls with padding on it, institutionalized. I was appalled that they try to sell this off as a movie. If in any way you were offended by my comments, I apologize in advance. The approach of Valentines while I am so single and lonely and, ok, I admit, *desparate* has left me with an unusual amount of anger, that I have just released in a very verbally violent manner. That, and also, Ben is still with J.Lo, which too, is appalling equally. It would be really hard to judge, which is more maddening -- Valentine alone, or Ben with J.Lo. So I'm just bitching. 'Scuse me.

Ooh, I came across this cool site called "www.dynamicdrive.com" it has a lot of cool features for html... good for freaks like me who can't do html.

Oooh, I have sneaky news. Last year, I had this co-worker, whom I will discreetly refer to as "D," who worked about a month and a half before he stopped coming to work all of a sudden. Of course, if he had a valid reasoning for that disappearance, such as DEATH, or getting bit by a rabid dog, this wouldn't be any issue. The new guy after him, whom I will discreetly refer to as "E"(No, this is not alphabetical in any way) also disappeared the same way. Anyways, knowing "D" for the amount of time that I did, allowed me to realize what AIM screen name, e-mail address, chat ID's are, which are all the same. And being a newbie in the world of blogging, I was browsing through other people's Xanga sites, and came across someone who had the same Xanga ID as "D's" other ID's. So I said, "hmmm," and I clicked and started to read. Lo and Behold, it is the same guy! (Surprise, surprise) and I thought maybe there is a side of him I just didn't get to know. Maybe he is a thoughtful one who's just quiet. Boy, was I wrong. He's the exact same character on Xanga, as he is in real life -- consisting mostly of phrases such as "Huk!!?" FYI, "Huk" is not to be confused with "Hyuk" - aka the laughing sounds that the Disney character "Goofy" makes -- it is "Huk" always accompanied by two ! and a ?, and it is quite like the sound that one makes when one might choke on a peanut or similar, and stops breathing. For those of you who knew "D"... well bless his heart that he ran out never to return when he did -- it turns out that he's not only a fat slob, but also "blazes" quite often. Which explains why he always said/made sounds "Huk!!?" and looked constipated at all times. I'll have to see where "E" will turn up again... "E" didn't even pick up his entire paycheck before splitting -- I kinda figured that he might have gone insane from working here(I've been in this biz for 3 years, but I'm all "haaaard" so work doesn't have the same psycho effect on me as it did on poor "D" and "E") and many would, so I wouldn't blame them. Poor souls. *Sigh*

I am at work!
As I was saying, I start on the 18th, and that leaves me exactly 2 weeks. Exactly 2 weeks for what?! Exactly my point. Inevitably, the time will come and I will have to go to school, and although the change in life's pace will feel pleasant for nearly a month or so, but afterwards, the dread of papers to write, homework, labwork and what-nots will make spring break ever so inviting. So then I will regret why I was so bored in Feb, anxious to start school, when I should have just relaxed and enjoyed. So I'm kind of baffled as to how I should feel for the next 2 weeks. But the nerd inside me takes over, and screams inside, "yippee~! School starts in two weeks~!"

So I drank a bit last night. Which, inevitably means that I was up, bonding with the potty, promptly from 2AM - 5AM. I guess some people do drink and get semi-wasted, and still don't vomit, but it seems that even when the alcohol makes me slightly buzzed, I am still up most of the wee hours of the night, puking away. If only there's a way to nix that aftermath! I guess it's life's way of putting me in my place. Despite my ultimate desires to drink the night away and be forever blessed with the alcohol in my blood, my body's utterly grotesque response to excess alcohol prevents me from imbibing over my limit. If it didn't, goodness, I'd be a full-fledged "alkihollick!" I am counting down to the days I start school. BRB!

Topic for today: Man vs. Machine... Kasparov vs. Deep Junior. "Kasparov, 39, rose to chess prominence as a Soviet junior champion in 1976, at age 12. He has held the world's No. 1 point-system ranking since 1984, despite occasional losses to humans, and has achieved almost mythic status in the chess world." -By DINO HAZELL, Associated Press Writer This magnificent man, however, lost to Deep Blue, the IBM super computer in 1997. It's quite baffling. Man made machine, which in return beats man. So far, in the match with Deep Junior, Kasparov has one once, lost once, and tied twice. Fifth game is scheduled Wednesday, and the winner of this match can consider themself victor of this 6-series game. I wonder how that will turn out.

I know this is kind of a slow response after what happened, but my heart goes out to the family, friends, and collegues of those aboard the Space Shuttle Columbia. Their bravery and passion in their research is more than admirable, and even for someone like me, who knows so little, can't help but to feel a bit defeated in a way. This is an excerpt from the Houston Chronicle: "Another space shuttle tragedy stunned the nation Saturday when Columbia disintegrated in a horrific aerial display across the blue skies of Texas. The shuttle broke apart at 8 a.m., 16 minutes before it was to land at Florida's Kennedy Space Center, sending the nation reeling into a now-familiar ritual of grief as flags across the country were lowered to half-staff. President Bush, with a possible war against Iraq on his mind, cut short his weekend in Camp David and returned to Washington to lead the nation in mourning. "The Columbia is lost," the president said. Grieving families, waiting at the shuttle landing strip in Florida for what was to be a joyous welcome home, were returned to Houston... Columbia, the space agency's oldest shuttle, was returning from its 28th mission and represented the 113th shuttle flight. The loss of the spacecraft and its crew occurred almost 17 years to the day after the space shuttle Challenger exploded shortly after liftoff Jan. 28, 1986, killing all seven crew members. It was also the first time in the 42-year history of the nation's space program that a vehicle was lost during re-entry, descent or landing." -By TONY FREEMANTLE and MARK CARREAU Copyright 2003 Houston Chronicle

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