January 2, 2009
Good morning. I’m sitting at my desk at work and have started my day. There are a few things that I need to do today, but I’m forgoing that to try and commit to doing several other more important and personal things for myself (and hopefully in the end, entertaining others along the way) this year. The first is to of course, document and write a ittle bit every day for an entire year. The second is to go back to the gym and get this body into the best shape the Good Lord’s grace and mercy would give me the strength to do. I’m not going to lie—I know that I’m lazy as heck, and to top that, a Grade-A Procrastinator. Well, 'procrastination' is a way for my thinking mind to actively demonstrate the Freudian teaching of Denial. I refuse to acknowledge that I’m lazy!
Even my Laziness is vain. Crazy , right?
Anyhow, I have a few things to do today and I figure I’d start.
I didn’t do anything yesterday.
Well, that's not true. (Lying, so early in the new year?!?) I got up and went to meet H-girl and her co-worker/friends at Jin Fong. I ate, literally, about $4 dollars worth of food. 2 dim sum, 1 look fun and some choi sum, and the bill was split 4 ways. I dropped $10. That was pretty annoying. I mean, really--when was it acceptable to split a bill evenly instead of breaking down the cost per person? Besides the fact I'm a mess magnet, coupled with my personal belief that fat people shouldn't eat in public ~ the whole 'dividing the bill' part of a shared meal has always been uncomfortable to me. Always.
I'm not sure why, but give me time and I'll beat that thought to death. I have 363 opportunities in 2009 to beat that horse to death, so I'll get back to you on that.
The company was worth it, but all of this not only confirms my borderline psychosis, but is reason why I don’t usually like to meet up with others to go out and eat. Especially strangers or people I don't know very well. I get self-conscious with the way that I look eating. (The main reason is because when I eat, I EaT. Fork, spoon, fingers, wrists. I'm no shrinking violet when it comes to food by any means.) Now add to that the fact that I'm part Chinese--where everything must pass the Accountant? I'm a fat messy eater who's hungry and cheap, all in front of strangers. The ingrediants to Social Suicide. (And probably the subject of someone else's blog.)
A funny conversation (besides the joy I had in meeting Australians and Epidimiologists, I'll call them Hugh and Nicole~who in my opinion are a great looking couple that seem so fun, kind, and genuine) H-girl brought up about a project she worked on where an anatomically born man, who was in mid-process of gender reassignment, asked not to be referred by gender but by name (I don’t remember what it was). He/She also peppered her conversation with the word ‘Delicious’. He/She would sign off on documents with “Deliciously yours,”. Nicole leaned to me and wryly said how inappropriate that is (which made me smile broadly and let out a snort).
So other scenarios of random salutations came to mind. Try to replace your ‘Good morning’ greetings with ‘I like cheese’. Or sign all your emails for a day or two with ‘Ambidextrously blessed,’ or ‘The Jokes On You,’. H-girl and I have this game she taught me, to add the words ‘in bed’ after reading any fortune cookie (ie. A thrilling time is in your immediate future in bed.) See the fun you can have? Anyhow, the conversation and meeting smart, fun people at a New Years Day brunch got me to thinking, that maybe taking a chance on things, situations or opportunities outside of the norm is not such a bad thing. It may be fun.
I got home and did nothing else yesterday besides talk to 'Ala and Po individually on the phone.
I’m reading the book Holidays on Ice by David Sedaris. So funny. I hope to read more books this year. I’m also hungry. So far, Day 2 of not hearing from Keiffer. And this weekend I need to start packing. I’ll also need to set down rules for Bertram before moving into the new apartment. I look forward to being in my apartment by myself again by the end of February. One thing about the new year I love is filling out a clean, new calendar. I love filling in things to do and birthdays and organizing my time. The idea of a new year, new opportunities, new hopes excite me. A new calendar makes me think that I could possibly fill this up with ANYTHING. I decide how it will look. And no matter what is written, how it looks, what colors are used, what kind of notes or scribble is written, its a reflection of who I am. At the end of that year, it is a reflection of a life. Outlining things I've done, places and people I've met, detailed thoughts that I've had; a mirror of my perceptions and choices. Public yet very private. Hmmm... Something else to think about. 363 days and counting.
Deliciously yours,
TFO
Good morning. I’m sitting at my desk at work and have started my day. There are a few things that I need to do today, but I’m forgoing that to try and commit to doing several other more important and personal things for myself (and hopefully in the end, entertaining others along the way) this year. The first is to of course, document and write a ittle bit every day for an entire year. The second is to go back to the gym and get this body into the best shape the Good Lord’s grace and mercy would give me the strength to do. I’m not going to lie—I know that I’m lazy as heck, and to top that, a Grade-A Procrastinator. Well, 'procrastination' is a way for my thinking mind to actively demonstrate the Freudian teaching of Denial. I refuse to acknowledge that I’m lazy!
Even my Laziness is vain. Crazy , right?
Anyhow, I have a few things to do today and I figure I’d start.
I didn’t do anything yesterday.
Well, that's not true. (Lying, so early in the new year?!?) I got up and went to meet H-girl and her co-worker/friends at Jin Fong. I ate, literally, about $4 dollars worth of food. 2 dim sum, 1 look fun and some choi sum, and the bill was split 4 ways. I dropped $10. That was pretty annoying. I mean, really--when was it acceptable to split a bill evenly instead of breaking down the cost per person? Besides the fact I'm a mess magnet, coupled with my personal belief that fat people shouldn't eat in public ~ the whole 'dividing the bill' part of a shared meal has always been uncomfortable to me. Always.
I'm not sure why, but give me time and I'll beat that thought to death. I have 363 opportunities in 2009 to beat that horse to death, so I'll get back to you on that.
The company was worth it, but all of this not only confirms my borderline psychosis, but is reason why I don’t usually like to meet up with others to go out and eat. Especially strangers or people I don't know very well. I get self-conscious with the way that I look eating. (The main reason is because when I eat, I EaT. Fork, spoon, fingers, wrists. I'm no shrinking violet when it comes to food by any means.) Now add to that the fact that I'm part Chinese--where everything must pass the Accountant? I'm a fat messy eater who's hungry and cheap, all in front of strangers. The ingrediants to Social Suicide. (And probably the subject of someone else's blog.)
A funny conversation (besides the joy I had in meeting Australians and Epidimiologists, I'll call them Hugh and Nicole~who in my opinion are a great looking couple that seem so fun, kind, and genuine) H-girl brought up about a project she worked on where an anatomically born man, who was in mid-process of gender reassignment, asked not to be referred by gender but by name (I don’t remember what it was). He/She also peppered her conversation with the word ‘Delicious’. He/She would sign off on documents with “Deliciously yours,”. Nicole leaned to me and wryly said how inappropriate that is (which made me smile broadly and let out a snort).
So other scenarios of random salutations came to mind. Try to replace your ‘Good morning’ greetings with ‘I like cheese’. Or sign all your emails for a day or two with ‘Ambidextrously blessed,’ or ‘The Jokes On You,’. H-girl and I have this game she taught me, to add the words ‘in bed’ after reading any fortune cookie (ie. A thrilling time is in your immediate future in bed.) See the fun you can have? Anyhow, the conversation and meeting smart, fun people at a New Years Day brunch got me to thinking, that maybe taking a chance on things, situations or opportunities outside of the norm is not such a bad thing. It may be fun.
I got home and did nothing else yesterday besides talk to 'Ala and Po individually on the phone.
I’m reading the book Holidays on Ice by David Sedaris. So funny. I hope to read more books this year. I’m also hungry. So far, Day 2 of not hearing from Keiffer. And this weekend I need to start packing. I’ll also need to set down rules for Bertram before moving into the new apartment. I look forward to being in my apartment by myself again by the end of February. One thing about the new year I love is filling out a clean, new calendar. I love filling in things to do and birthdays and organizing my time. The idea of a new year, new opportunities, new hopes excite me. A new calendar makes me think that I could possibly fill this up with ANYTHING. I decide how it will look. And no matter what is written, how it looks, what colors are used, what kind of notes or scribble is written, its a reflection of who I am. At the end of that year, it is a reflection of a life. Outlining things I've done, places and people I've met, detailed thoughts that I've had; a mirror of my perceptions and choices. Public yet very private. Hmmm... Something else to think about. 363 days and counting.
Deliciously yours,
TFO
4 comments:
Okay, I'm reading this as your second entry as I am reading "backwards" -- much like the Japanese read a book from right to left. :P Two blog entries and, I must say, your blog reeks of CHANG!!! Chinese guys, you being Chang, a Chinese restaurant, not wanting to split the bill ... ~LOL~. Nah, j/k...I totally hear ya on the splitting the bill thing because, EXCUSE ME, I ain't paying towards no pupus if I neva eat pupus, okay?!?!?! NUH-UH !!!!
OK, first: I guess I will have to monitor your intake. I didn't realize you weren't eating. You should have said something.
Second: You are frickin' hilarious. I am laughing as I read.
Third: You have inspired me to keep my blog up-to-date.
Eh! I hate splitting the bill ALL THE TIME. So I normally pick up the bill and hope the next time the next person picks up the tab. BUT DO NOT call yourself a messy eater. It is NOT social suicide. If it was, no restaurant would be in business. I love to eat and count it as a positive to enjoy and "live in the present", as if nothing else matters at that given moment. You always must remain your BEST CHEERLEADER! Happy Thoughts! That is your #1 job! Rah-Rah!
I'm really glad that you decided to continue your writing 'cause dis $%!t is like therapy! It's soo apropo and I wonder if it's a cultural thing that we tend to "foot" the bill more often than not because of the uncomfortable feeling of asking for seperate checks.
Believe or not, nowadays, I've assigned this task to my friendlier looking gf because I subconsciously "believe" that it is less abrasive if it comes from her. I know, I know, what a bum right! Oh well, it always works and I end up leaving the joint paying for what I (& my gf) ate. So in the end it's all worth it - Thanks 'Ala!
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