i am drinking a reisling, eating some smoked salmon, cheese and bread as a snack, the ucla/stanford football game is on in the background, while the ucla fight song is playing on my laptop.
it makes working on a sat. night that much more tolerable….
and that the bruins blanked the cardinals, 31-0, was pretty cool too.
PC is busy working on his thesis, and i am busy working on, well, whatever work throws me. we both believe that when it’s night time, and we feel like we are the only people up and working, we are weaker and more likely to contact those who are not necessarily good for our sanity.
our resolution - we made a bet, and the first person to make such inappropriate contacts (including replying to an email), loses and must pay the winner $50.
i think this wager has helped us tremendously in the last few days…
someone from my office had 4 tickets for last night’s giants game, and was giving them away. i knew i would be stuck at work, but i took two to give away to friends. the monkey got them for his coworker, because he couldn’t go. he asked if he could bring me anything, knowing that i still hadn’t eaten at 5 pm. but i was late in putting in my “order” so he will have to owe me one. it turns out that the monkey’s coworker’s bf could not go, and she ended up giving the ticket tosomeone else, who was trying to buy a ticket off the scalper. the my good deed multiplied!
later on the in the day, the other two tickets were still there, as no one was interested. so i gave them to JY. when he came to pick them up, he brought me a bunch of flowers. that was sooooo nice of him, because i definitely was not expecting anything in return. the flowers really brightened up my plain and messy office.
i realize that i am just overall bad about telling people how i feel about them, whether positive or negative. i think i am pretty open when it comes to most things, but i am not good at expressing feelings. and once in a while, when i have the courage to do so, the receiving party does something that totally throws me off and kill my desire to say anything.
and just like that, the window of opportunity passes…
i knew i had a long day/night ahead, but by being super efficient, skipping lunch, and working behind closed doors all day, i was able to get out at a decent time. early enough to hit my favorite bakery at santana row and get a cake for my dad’s bday. i know my parents don’t emphasize bday and holidays, but i think they secretly appreciate it when i remember them.
i stood in front of counter and asked many questions about the prospective cake(s) to buy. i have been to this place many times, but never bought a whole cake. each looked sensational in its own right - i ended up choosing the tiramisu. it was an expensive cake, but it’s one of those occasions where i didn’t even think twice. my parents generally don’t like american style cakes because the cakes are too sweet. but i trust that the quality of the cocola bakery would impress them.
and it did! i think my dad was extremely touched that i remembered, and rushed to get the cake after a busy day (which is not quite over, btw). i think my mom may have been a little jealous because she commented on how i never got a cake like that for her. in the end, they enjoyed the cake, and that’s all that really mattered.
and i am back to that very tedious (but pretty interesting) assignment that i have been working on all day…
have you guys noticed? she posted a bunch. backdated, of course. what a cheater!
after nearly 4 months off, we played our first indoor games last night. it seems that we weren’t too rusty, since we went 3 and 1. and at least for me, i felt refreshed after the break (the first in almost 3 years) and i was looking forward to playing. the energy level was good, and i even tried setting. i was all over the place, but luckily i had good instructions as to where i should be. by the end of the first game, i had a good handle on it.
and it was nice to playing with the same teammates again.
the other altera team changed their name to “quartus,” probably after the latest altera product or something. it sounds sort of geeky. i like being a “cyclone.”
i am a bit annoyed at the fact that mr. big is playing in the same vball league as me on mondays. it’s lame because he is totally sandbagging, and when i ask him what he gets out of it, he says it’s because it’s free vball. but i don’t think it will be all that fun for him, and i just cannot comprehend why he decided to join that team. i know the captain of the team only asked him because he had expressed interest in playing. i don’t think he would have asked mr. big otherwise.
i realize that i have no right to ask him not to play - but monday night league has always been my thing with my friends. i kinda like to keep it that way.
the name has changed (used to be known as the “love parade”) but the music and fun haven’t. it’s such a treat for electronic music fans - the coming together of numerous world famous djs as well as new local talent. we followed the floats along the parade route, and danced in the streets. electronic music fans can sometimes be non-mainstream and eclectic - we come from all walks of life. but the one thing we all had in common was the love for the music.
for the few hours that i was there - that was the only thing that mattered.
my feet are hurting from all the walking and dancing, and my ears are still ringing, yet i am already looking forward to next year.
finally rings now, after nearly 8 months! (i got a new one!)
it is, after all, september.