Sold my bike. Posted a bunch more stuff on craigslist. Throwing crap away can be so exhilarating, and in a way very therapeutic.
It's always better to travel lightly anyway. Getting ready for the sooner than expected move out of here.
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Memorable Quotations
Ever have one of those moments where a friend will say something that is so outrageous, funny, and clever that you wish you had written it down? Well, among my eclectic social circle are those who dare to be different. These are the ones who will say what others will not. Their motto is: "Everyone was thinking it, I just said it."
Well, for posterity's sake, I've decided to keep a record of these memorable quotes just because I think it'd be a shame to let these awesome phrases get lost in the annals of time. :) Here goes:
1) On men and women who have uber high standards when it comes to dating.
Tim: Lower your standards, up your batting average.
2) After I asked him what he thought of men with moobs (man boobs)
Bo: They're called bitch tits.
3) Asked what his thoughts on drinking the tap water in NYC, his response:
Chris: I've had unprotected sex with NYC many times, I probably have everything imaginable. NYC runs through my veins
4) On what to wear for halloween
Timothy: u ever see this indiana jones and the temple of doom?
me: yes!
Tim: ok
either chris or i go as indiana jones
u go as the blonde girl
either chris or i go as the informant
me: haha
Tim: and mike goes as the asian guy
5) TM: Seriously, my face is the size of tennessee. You could take my head and put it on Mt. Rushmore!
6) TM: Let's face it. Most men are wild animals. They smell strange. They look scary. But at the end of the day, they are cowards. Except the stupid ones. Like me.
7) JK: I'm a good guinea pig
Well, for posterity's sake, I've decided to keep a record of these memorable quotes just because I think it'd be a shame to let these awesome phrases get lost in the annals of time. :) Here goes:
1) On men and women who have uber high standards when it comes to dating.
Tim: Lower your standards, up your batting average.
2) After I asked him what he thought of men with moobs (man boobs)
Bo: They're called bitch tits.
3) Asked what his thoughts on drinking the tap water in NYC, his response:
Chris: I've had unprotected sex with NYC many times, I probably have everything imaginable. NYC runs through my veins
4) On what to wear for halloween
Timothy: u ever see this indiana jones and the temple of doom?
me: yes!
Tim: ok
either chris or i go as indiana jones
u go as the blonde girl
either chris or i go as the informant
me: haha
Tim: and mike goes as the asian guy
5) TM: Seriously, my face is the size of tennessee. You could take my head and put it on Mt. Rushmore!
6) TM: Let's face it. Most men are wild animals. They smell strange. They look scary. But at the end of the day, they are cowards. Except the stupid ones. Like me.
7) JK: I'm a good guinea pig
Sunday, August 16, 2009
New York New York
Hopped on the Bolt Bus to NYC at 4pm. Didn't get to the city until close to 9:40PM. Normally, the commute is about 4 hours give or take a few minutes. Funny thing is, I don't remember there being much traffic out of Boston or into NYC, so I have no clue why the heck the drive took so long.
Took the subway and touched homebase (aka Chris' apartment) at around 10PM. The dude had been drinking whiskey on the rocks with one of his college buddies while waiting for me to arrive. Normally, the longer than expected commute wouldn't have agitated me, but because Chris and his friend, Jessica, had not gotten dinner and were waiting for me arrive, I felt pretty shitty.
With a slightly tipsy Chris in hand, we all headed off to El Malecon , a Dominican Restaurant, on 97th and Amsterdam. Being a huge fan of ethnic cuisine, I was more than willing to try something different. This is New York City after all. I mean, how often would I be able to go out and get really good ethnic food in Boston?
Turns out the menu wasn't quite vegetarian friendly. Figures. Like most Latin American food, Dominican food relies heavily on the meat dishes (i.e chicken, beef, etc). But luckily for me, there was one dish called Mofongo, which is basically panfried Planktan mashed with garlic and served with rice and beans. Sounds simple and light, but boy was it filling. I literally had to roll out of the joint. Haven't felt that full in some time.
The next stop took us to Avenue A down in the Lower East Side. We were joined by Chris' "tall, Jewish" friend, Mike, who guided us to a sketchy dive bar down in the Lower East Side called Cheapshots. As the name implies, liquor and beer were dirt cheap. Pitchers of beer went for as low as $7, and shots were as cheap as $3-4. Thank goodness my drinking days are over, or I would've totally gone to town with these cheap drinks.
Closer to 1am, we decided to switch locations and walked down to The Continental, another bar that served cheap shots. ($10 for 5 shots anyone?) For a Friday night, the place was relatively packed, but not bursting to the brim with drunk bros and bro hos. Not being much of a drinker, I spent most of the night with my eyes glued to the giant screen in the back where they were playing "The Wizard of Oz" - one of my favorite films that I enjoyed watching as a kid. Funny how addicting those classic movies can be especially that late at night. Had I been buzzed or drunk, the Wicked Witch of the West would've totally freaked me out. Thank god I was completely sober.
While I was taking a trip down memory lane, Chris was making great conversation with two young girls sitting next to us while Jess and her friend downed shot after shot of Jameson Whiskey and Tequilla.
Not before long, we decided to switch locations for one last time before calling it a night. We ended up walking past a really, really sketchy and grimey bar called The Odessa. In front of the bar were a group of hipster looking kids, one of whom quickly caught Chris' eyes. She was a medium-height brunette with dark sleepy eyes. Totally his type. He wasn't sure whether he should go and talk to her, so as his wingwoman and friend, I decided to walk over and start a conversation with the said girl.
Turns out she is a student studying at the General Studies School at Columbia. Originially hailing from Rhode Island, she went to College in Colorado before transferring to Columbia. She was friendly and social enough, although she said she didn't know that many people at school. After exchanging our names and bidding adieu to Allie, the said girl, Chris and I headed into the bar where I asked him how he felt about the girl, to which he replied: "Something's sort of off with her. She's hot, but I don't know. Told her I'd facebook her...we'll see."
Later on once we were back at Chris' place, we looked her up on facebook. What we found was semi-disturbing. She had an open profile, an open everything...no pun intended. There were dozens of semi-disturbing photos borderlining porn that completely threw both of us off-guard.
Disenchanted and disillusioned, Chris reaffirmed his belief regarding the number of dateable people in NYC, citing that regardless of how large the city is, the number of girls who are both pretty and dateable is in reality quite small. I was sort of taken aback by his statement. NYC is, afterall, one of the biggest cities in the world. To say that out of the millions and millions of people living in the city, the pool of eligible people is that small, was quite a bold statement.
So where does that leave people like Chris and me? Not entirely sure, but definitely not among the pool of desperate souls looking or searching for the ever elusive thing called “love.” Like I said so before, the best things in life happen when you least expect them to. So this is an instance where putting forth the effort doesn't really pay off. You just have to let things happen - let the chips fall into place or not. It's as the Beatles sang, "Let it Be." Just let it be.
Took the subway and touched homebase (aka Chris' apartment) at around 10PM. The dude had been drinking whiskey on the rocks with one of his college buddies while waiting for me to arrive. Normally, the longer than expected commute wouldn't have agitated me, but because Chris and his friend, Jessica, had not gotten dinner and were waiting for me arrive, I felt pretty shitty.
With a slightly tipsy Chris in hand, we all headed off to El Malecon , a Dominican Restaurant, on 97th and Amsterdam. Being a huge fan of ethnic cuisine, I was more than willing to try something different. This is New York City after all. I mean, how often would I be able to go out and get really good ethnic food in Boston?
Turns out the menu wasn't quite vegetarian friendly. Figures. Like most Latin American food, Dominican food relies heavily on the meat dishes (i.e chicken, beef, etc). But luckily for me, there was one dish called Mofongo, which is basically panfried Planktan mashed with garlic and served with rice and beans. Sounds simple and light, but boy was it filling. I literally had to roll out of the joint. Haven't felt that full in some time.
The next stop took us to Avenue A down in the Lower East Side. We were joined by Chris' "tall, Jewish" friend, Mike, who guided us to a sketchy dive bar down in the Lower East Side called Cheapshots. As the name implies, liquor and beer were dirt cheap. Pitchers of beer went for as low as $7, and shots were as cheap as $3-4. Thank goodness my drinking days are over, or I would've totally gone to town with these cheap drinks.
Closer to 1am, we decided to switch locations and walked down to The Continental, another bar that served cheap shots. ($10 for 5 shots anyone?) For a Friday night, the place was relatively packed, but not bursting to the brim with drunk bros and bro hos. Not being much of a drinker, I spent most of the night with my eyes glued to the giant screen in the back where they were playing "The Wizard of Oz" - one of my favorite films that I enjoyed watching as a kid. Funny how addicting those classic movies can be especially that late at night. Had I been buzzed or drunk, the Wicked Witch of the West would've totally freaked me out. Thank god I was completely sober.
While I was taking a trip down memory lane, Chris was making great conversation with two young girls sitting next to us while Jess and her friend downed shot after shot of Jameson Whiskey and Tequilla.
Not before long, we decided to switch locations for one last time before calling it a night. We ended up walking past a really, really sketchy and grimey bar called The Odessa. In front of the bar were a group of hipster looking kids, one of whom quickly caught Chris' eyes. She was a medium-height brunette with dark sleepy eyes. Totally his type. He wasn't sure whether he should go and talk to her, so as his wingwoman and friend, I decided to walk over and start a conversation with the said girl.
Turns out she is a student studying at the General Studies School at Columbia. Originially hailing from Rhode Island, she went to College in Colorado before transferring to Columbia. She was friendly and social enough, although she said she didn't know that many people at school. After exchanging our names and bidding adieu to Allie, the said girl, Chris and I headed into the bar where I asked him how he felt about the girl, to which he replied: "Something's sort of off with her. She's hot, but I don't know. Told her I'd facebook her...we'll see."
Later on once we were back at Chris' place, we looked her up on facebook. What we found was semi-disturbing. She had an open profile, an open everything...no pun intended. There were dozens of semi-disturbing photos borderlining porn that completely threw both of us off-guard.
Disenchanted and disillusioned, Chris reaffirmed his belief regarding the number of dateable people in NYC, citing that regardless of how large the city is, the number of girls who are both pretty and dateable is in reality quite small. I was sort of taken aback by his statement. NYC is, afterall, one of the biggest cities in the world. To say that out of the millions and millions of people living in the city, the pool of eligible people is that small, was quite a bold statement.
So where does that leave people like Chris and me? Not entirely sure, but definitely not among the pool of desperate souls looking or searching for the ever elusive thing called “love.” Like I said so before, the best things in life happen when you least expect them to. So this is an instance where putting forth the effort doesn't really pay off. You just have to let things happen - let the chips fall into place or not. It's as the Beatles sang, "Let it Be." Just let it be.
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Why I don't
I'm constantly asked why I don't "date." At least a few times each month, someone, be it one of my close friends, a family member, or even someone I've just met, will ask me this question. My answer is always, " I just don't have the time" or "I haven't met someone whom I would like to date." These two responses are fairly accurate, and for the most part help to kill the conversation right then and there.
A far more pithier and honest answer to that question, however, is fairly lengthy and somewhat more complicated. Yes. I've done my fair share of dating, mostly back when I was still in college. Be it the movie and a dinner date, or alcohol-induced, drinking date, or the classy boy brings flowers and walks you home date, I feel like I've seen and done most of it.
But to my friend's point, most of these have been casual. Nothing serious.
That's the way I like to keep things because if things don't work out, it's that much easier to part ways with the said guy. Case in point, most guys I've gone out with turn out to be clingy, possessive, jealous, and sadly immature. When any of these traits starts to show, I take that as my exit cue, and bolt.
Another reason (and the far more serious one) why I don't like dating can be summarized in two simple words: emotional insurance. If things become serious, you run the risk of becoming too connected, too involved, and sadly, too vulnerable to falling in love. I've said this many times before, and I'll say it again. Love in its truest form does exist, however, it is so rare that it might as well be non-existent.
Many people confuse love with lust, infatuation, sex, etc. And while those qualities might manifest themselves in love (after all, it would help to lust after the person you love, right?), they don't necessarily define or encapsulate the true definition of love. I had a conversation with a friend not too long ago, and have come to agree with his definition of love. He defined love as "irrational, illogical, and unconditional." You feel pain when the person you love is in pain. And vice-versa. But there-in lies the problem. By opening up your heart and letting that person in, you're also making yourself susceptible to having your heart broken and torn into pieces. After all, it's the person who you love the most who can also hurt you the most.
That is why, I refuse to fall in love. Why bother? Why start something when you know it's going to end? Why put yourself in a position where you know you're going to get hurt? It's all so foolish if you ask me.
Besides, I think the majority of the people out there don't know how to love. Even though we humans all have the capability of loving someone unconditionally and whole-heartedly, as naturally selfish beings, most of us are incapable of truely loving someone else.
So yes. That is my long and short answer as to why I don't date and why I refuse to fall in love.
A far more pithier and honest answer to that question, however, is fairly lengthy and somewhat more complicated. Yes. I've done my fair share of dating, mostly back when I was still in college. Be it the movie and a dinner date, or alcohol-induced, drinking date, or the classy boy brings flowers and walks you home date, I feel like I've seen and done most of it.
But to my friend's point, most of these have been casual. Nothing serious.
That's the way I like to keep things because if things don't work out, it's that much easier to part ways with the said guy. Case in point, most guys I've gone out with turn out to be clingy, possessive, jealous, and sadly immature. When any of these traits starts to show, I take that as my exit cue, and bolt.
Another reason (and the far more serious one) why I don't like dating can be summarized in two simple words: emotional insurance. If things become serious, you run the risk of becoming too connected, too involved, and sadly, too vulnerable to falling in love. I've said this many times before, and I'll say it again. Love in its truest form does exist, however, it is so rare that it might as well be non-existent.
Many people confuse love with lust, infatuation, sex, etc. And while those qualities might manifest themselves in love (after all, it would help to lust after the person you love, right?), they don't necessarily define or encapsulate the true definition of love. I had a conversation with a friend not too long ago, and have come to agree with his definition of love. He defined love as "irrational, illogical, and unconditional." You feel pain when the person you love is in pain. And vice-versa. But there-in lies the problem. By opening up your heart and letting that person in, you're also making yourself susceptible to having your heart broken and torn into pieces. After all, it's the person who you love the most who can also hurt you the most.
That is why, I refuse to fall in love. Why bother? Why start something when you know it's going to end? Why put yourself in a position where you know you're going to get hurt? It's all so foolish if you ask me.
Besides, I think the majority of the people out there don't know how to love. Even though we humans all have the capability of loving someone unconditionally and whole-heartedly, as naturally selfish beings, most of us are incapable of truely loving someone else.
So yes. That is my long and short answer as to why I don't date and why I refuse to fall in love.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Dreaming of California
I fell in love.
With California! I've always liked this sunny state, but after spending close to a week traversing its National and State Parks, driving by the Pacific West Coast, and enjoying its eternal sunshine (at least compared to New England, it seems eternal), I've firmly decided that I'm moving out west.
It's always been a childhood dream of mine to move to California. Not to sound corny, but dreams can and do come true. I'm gonna move, even if it kills me. If not next year, definitely the year after. That's not to say that I hate New England. Boston has been my home for the past decade or so, and I'll always be a East Coast gal at heart. But, after 10 years of the same nasty weather, the brooding Atlantic Ocean, and harsh accents, I'm ready for some Pacific loving!
I'll probably head out to San Francisco if I get a chance. Either somewhere downtown or in the burbs. Northern California, here I come!
Monday, May 18, 2009
Travel Blog
I've been asked by multiple people to keep an online blog to capture my experience and keep them posted during my 2 week sojourn on the road.
So I started giving out my personal blog, but then came to realize that it might not be such a good idea to share with everyone, what I post on this journal. It's not that I've posted anything that might be considered incriminating. Simply put, some things are a bit too personal to share with everyone.
Anyway, for now anything travel/roadtrip-related will be posted on my travel blog. :) Stay tuned.
http://thecompasspointswest.blogspot.com/
So I started giving out my personal blog, but then came to realize that it might not be such a good idea to share with everyone, what I post on this journal. It's not that I've posted anything that might be considered incriminating. Simply put, some things are a bit too personal to share with everyone.
Anyway, for now anything travel/roadtrip-related will be posted on my travel blog. :) Stay tuned.
http://thecompasspointswest.blogspot.com/
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Let's Hang Out
Okay. So lately, I've been teased, and in a way, chastised, for my definition of "hanging out," particularly when it comes to "hanging out" with guys. Many of my female friends think that you can't just "hang out" with a guy without it becoming a date. They automatically assume that just because I spend time with a particular guy, that I'm technically "dating" him.
But I beg to differ. To start off, my definition of hanging out is simple: spending time with a person, be it a guy or a girl, and doing things that both of us enjoy without there being any hint of sexual attraction. Whether it's grabbing dinner together, playing tennis, going rock-climbing, or simply not doing anything but staying in to watch a movie, as long as both parties involved are enjoying each other's company and having fun, that's all that matters. Right?
Now, these situations may or may not involve at least some level of physical/emotional attraction. After all, we are human, and sometimes can't help but develop certain feelings for the other person with whom we spend a lot of our time. In fact, I'll be the first to admit that I'm guilty of that myself. There was one instance, a while back, when I found myself hanging out with a guy on whom I sort of developed a small crush. However when I realized that the feeling wasn't mutual, I quickly got over it, and moved on.
Moreover, I've heard countless stories of friends becoming lovers, and truth be told, the best relationships do blossom out of friendship - there's no arguing against that.
With that said, however, in most situations the feelings tend to be nothing more than platonic, at least that's what I found to be true for me. With that one exception that I mentioned before, rarely have I ever developed any sort of attraction to a guy I've hung out with; but that's partly due to my inability (or unwillingness...) to form emotional attachments to most people.
Anyway, bottom line is this: hanging out is neither a substitute word for "dating" nor is it a prelude to romance. So next time I "hang out" with a guy, please please don't call it a "date." >:)
But I beg to differ. To start off, my definition of hanging out is simple: spending time with a person, be it a guy or a girl, and doing things that both of us enjoy without there being any hint of sexual attraction. Whether it's grabbing dinner together, playing tennis, going rock-climbing, or simply not doing anything but staying in to watch a movie, as long as both parties involved are enjoying each other's company and having fun, that's all that matters. Right?
Now, these situations may or may not involve at least some level of physical/emotional attraction. After all, we are human, and sometimes can't help but develop certain feelings for the other person with whom we spend a lot of our time. In fact, I'll be the first to admit that I'm guilty of that myself. There was one instance, a while back, when I found myself hanging out with a guy on whom I sort of developed a small crush. However when I realized that the feeling wasn't mutual, I quickly got over it, and moved on.
Moreover, I've heard countless stories of friends becoming lovers, and truth be told, the best relationships do blossom out of friendship - there's no arguing against that.
With that said, however, in most situations the feelings tend to be nothing more than platonic, at least that's what I found to be true for me. With that one exception that I mentioned before, rarely have I ever developed any sort of attraction to a guy I've hung out with; but that's partly due to my inability (or unwillingness...) to form emotional attachments to most people.
Anyway, bottom line is this: hanging out is neither a substitute word for "dating" nor is it a prelude to romance. So next time I "hang out" with a guy, please please don't call it a "date." >:)
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Itinerary 3
Ahhhhh...another change of plans.
Boston -> DC -> Gatlinburg, TN -> Memphis, TN -> Santa Fe, NM -> Taos, NM -> Mesa Verde, CO, -> Moab, UT -> Grand Canyon, AZ -> Joshua Tree, CA -> Los Angeles, CA -> San Francisco, CA
4,218 miles
Itinerary 2
After talking to my buddy Mike a few nights ago, I've come up with a different route, or should I say, he, came up with a different route. Instead of hitting up New Orleans, he suggested that I stop in Memphis instead. And from there, I'd drive down to Austin instead of San Antonio, and then take a sharp turn and head towards Santa Fe, New Mexico where the food is great, and the sites are beautiful. Well, that's according to what he told me.
Then, I'll be on my way to Hava Supai, which was highly recommended by another friend, who urged me to visit this place, which supposedly is one of the most beautiful locations on earth.
And finally, after a day or two of dwelling in the dessert land, I'll drive to Los Angeles, and then to San Fran.
To sum it up:
Memphis, TN
Austin, Texas
Guadalupe National Park
Santa Fe, New Mexico
Hava Supai, AZ
Joshua Tree, CA
Los Angeles, CA
San Francisco!!!
4,148 miles!
Then, I'll be on my way to Hava Supai, which was highly recommended by another friend, who urged me to visit this place, which supposedly is one of the most beautiful locations on earth.
And finally, after a day or two of dwelling in the dessert land, I'll drive to Los Angeles, and then to San Fran.
To sum it up:
Memphis, TN
Austin, Texas
Guadalupe National Park
Santa Fe, New Mexico
Hava Supai, AZ
Joshua Tree, CA
Los Angeles, CA
San Francisco!!!
4,148 miles!
Friday, May 8, 2009
14 days and counting!
With only 2 more weeks to go until my big road trip, I've been busy planning my itinerary. Using google map as my bible, I've mapped out my route, which will take me from good old beantown, down the Appalachians, through the heart of the deep south, past the dry deserts of Texas and Arizona, and finally to sunny sunshine state, California.
I've given myself roughly a day or so at each pit stop to rest during the long haul across the country. We'll see if I'll be able to pull it off.
I've given myself roughly a day or so at each pit stop to rest during the long haul across the country. We'll see if I'll be able to pull it off.
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Pit Stops
Boston
- Leave morning of 5/23
[8 hours - 442 miles]
DC
- Arrive in DC 5/23
- Leave morning of 5/24
[8 hours - 495 miles]
Smoky Mountains National Park
Gatlinburg, TN
- Arrive 5/24
- Leave morning of 5/25
[10 hours - 644 miles]
Louisiana
New Orleans
-Arrive 5/26 - 27
-Leave morning of 5/28
[8 hours 32 min - 532 miles]
Austin, TX
- Arrive 5/28
- Leave 5/29
[13 hours - 903 miles]
Santa Fe, NM
[6 hours 50 mins - 470 miles]
Grand Canyon
[6 hours - 375 miles]
California
Joshua Tree
- Arrive 6/2
- Leave 6/3
[2 hours - 128 miles]
Los Angeles
[5 hours - 270 miles]
Pinnacles National Monument
- Arrive 6/3
- Leave 6/3
[2 hours and 30 min - 125 miles]
San Francisco
- Arrive 6/3
- Leave 6/4
[1 hour - 44 miles]
Sonoma
- Arrive 6/4
6/6 - Fly back to Boston
TOTAL: 4,185 miles!!!!!
Sunday, May 3, 2009
Road Trip Destinations
1. Boston <-> DC
2. DC <-> Atlanta, GA
3. Atlanta, GA <-> New Orleans, LA
4. New Orleans, LA <-> Austin, TX
5. Austin, TX <-> San Diego, CA
6. San Diego, CA <-> San Francisco, CA
Saturday, May 2, 2009
New apartment
Moved into my new Beacon Hill apartment. Excited about not having a roommate. Psyched about living in downtown.
I'm about 90% done unpacking. Just gotta set up the bed, and voila! I'll be home. :)
I'm about 90% done unpacking. Just gotta set up the bed, and voila! I'll be home. :)
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Facebook whore
What exactly is a facebook whore? Well, according to my friend and roommate, a facebook whore/slut is someone who has more than 500 friends on the facebook. And although I must say there are a few exceptions to the rule, I do agree with her.
A facebook whore is someone who is quick to friend everyone and anyone in order to 1) look cool 2) flaunt the number of friends they have on the facebook 3) look like a tool without even realizing it. Then, there are people who randomly friend friends of friends, people they DON'T know AT ALL, just for the sake of upping their number of facebook friends.
How often do you get a random friend invite from someone you never even knew existed. They probably saw your post or picture on the profile of one of your friends, whom they may be friends with, and decided to add you. I've probably received a few dozens of these "random" invites. At first, annoyed as hell, I would rudely message them back saying that I didn't know who the hell they were. But then, I stopped because I didn't want to sound too mean.
Anyway, the number of friends, once it reaches over 400 or even 300, gets pretty damn ridiculous. I even know of a guy who has close to 1,200 so-called facebook friends. Now, that is a cry for serious need of mental help. Honestly, do you really have 1,200 friends?
We all know of someone who engages in this sort of behavior, and yes, I must admit I, too, have been guilty of friending people whom I barely knew. This behavior was particularly fervent in the good ole college days when facebook was first introduced and I didn't want to end up being one of those "losers" who only had 12 friends on the facebook. But as I've matured, I've graduated from that sort of idiotic behavior. Hell, I'm even going to go through and defriend people who I don't evern speak to. Why not? These are people whom I'll probably never meet again and probably won't want to regardless.
A facebook whore is someone who is quick to friend everyone and anyone in order to 1) look cool 2) flaunt the number of friends they have on the facebook 3) look like a tool without even realizing it. Then, there are people who randomly friend friends of friends, people they DON'T know AT ALL, just for the sake of upping their number of facebook friends.
How often do you get a random friend invite from someone you never even knew existed. They probably saw your post or picture on the profile of one of your friends, whom they may be friends with, and decided to add you. I've probably received a few dozens of these "random" invites. At first, annoyed as hell, I would rudely message them back saying that I didn't know who the hell they were. But then, I stopped because I didn't want to sound too mean.
Anyway, the number of friends, once it reaches over 400 or even 300, gets pretty damn ridiculous. I even know of a guy who has close to 1,200 so-called facebook friends. Now, that is a cry for serious need of mental help. Honestly, do you really have 1,200 friends?
We all know of someone who engages in this sort of behavior, and yes, I must admit I, too, have been guilty of friending people whom I barely knew. This behavior was particularly fervent in the good ole college days when facebook was first introduced and I didn't want to end up being one of those "losers" who only had 12 friends on the facebook. But as I've matured, I've graduated from that sort of idiotic behavior. Hell, I'm even going to go through and defriend people who I don't evern speak to. Why not? These are people whom I'll probably never meet again and probably won't want to regardless.
Saturday, January 10, 2009
Day 12
Boy, I sound like a member of AA. So far, most people have been receptive to my decision to completely cut ties with my former friend, alcohol. The usual response that I get after I reveal this newly turned leaf in my life, is the question 'why,' to which I usually respond with an elaborate explanation on how bad alcohol is on one's body.
But that's not the only reason why I decided to quit drinking. I wanted to prove to no one, but myself, that once I make a decision, I can go through with it. I guess in a way, the whole idea is a testament to my will power, or lack thereof.
I used to be a social drinker. Like most people my age, I would enjoy a beer or two on the weekends during a typical night out with my friends. But truth be told, how often does one stick to just one or two beers? Usually, people start out the night with the intention of getting drunk. Whether it's to get wasted, hammered, shit-faced, plastered, etc. basically it all boils down to getting inebriated and incapacitated. How often do you go to a party, be it a friend's holiday party or some crazy frat party, and skip out on the drinking scene. Almost never, right?
Well, therein lies the problem. One or two drinks is never enough, and more often than not I'll end up drinking way too much than my body can handle. And the shock of seeing the tab on my credit card bill only adds to the problem. So not only is it hard on the body, but it's also brutal on one's bank account.
Anyway, I'm glad I finally decided to throw in the towels. I'd much rather have a fun night out and remember what happened the next day instead of waking up next to the toilet.
So there it is. Some of my acquaintances have given me shit about not drinking anymore, but the majority of my close friends have been receptive and supportive, for which I am grateful. The decision has been a long time coming, and I'm ecstatic that I finally worked up the will power and self-control to stick to it.
But that's not the only reason why I decided to quit drinking. I wanted to prove to no one, but myself, that once I make a decision, I can go through with it. I guess in a way, the whole idea is a testament to my will power, or lack thereof.
I used to be a social drinker. Like most people my age, I would enjoy a beer or two on the weekends during a typical night out with my friends. But truth be told, how often does one stick to just one or two beers? Usually, people start out the night with the intention of getting drunk. Whether it's to get wasted, hammered, shit-faced, plastered, etc. basically it all boils down to getting inebriated and incapacitated. How often do you go to a party, be it a friend's holiday party or some crazy frat party, and skip out on the drinking scene. Almost never, right?
Well, therein lies the problem. One or two drinks is never enough, and more often than not I'll end up drinking way too much than my body can handle. And the shock of seeing the tab on my credit card bill only adds to the problem. So not only is it hard on the body, but it's also brutal on one's bank account.
Anyway, I'm glad I finally decided to throw in the towels. I'd much rather have a fun night out and remember what happened the next day instead of waking up next to the toilet.
So there it is. Some of my acquaintances have given me shit about not drinking anymore, but the majority of my close friends have been receptive and supportive, for which I am grateful. The decision has been a long time coming, and I'm ecstatic that I finally worked up the will power and self-control to stick to it.
Sunday, January 4, 2009
New Year
In an attempt to turn a new page and start off on a clean slate, I've drafted up a list of New Year Resolutions, which are:
1) Stop swearing
2) Stop drinking
3) Be more patient
There are a few more, but for the moment these are my top priorities. The swearing part isn't that hard especially since I'm surrounded mostly with people who don't really swear much. The second resolution, on the other hand, might be slightly harder to achieve because a good majority of my friends drink. Actually, a lot of them don't quite understand my decision to stop drinking; in fact, only a few of my friends seem supportive of my decision to stop consuming alcohol.
It'll be a testament to my will power and self-control to see how long I can stay on the wagon ;p
1) Stop swearing
2) Stop drinking
3) Be more patient
There are a few more, but for the moment these are my top priorities. The swearing part isn't that hard especially since I'm surrounded mostly with people who don't really swear much. The second resolution, on the other hand, might be slightly harder to achieve because a good majority of my friends drink. Actually, a lot of them don't quite understand my decision to stop drinking; in fact, only a few of my friends seem supportive of my decision to stop consuming alcohol.
It'll be a testament to my will power and self-control to see how long I can stay on the wagon ;p
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