Month: September 2006

  • Beautiful Stranger.

    Earlier this year, I met — well no, not met because I don’t know him now, but bumped into a stranger that I constantly think of still today.

    I was on my way to my early classes of philosophy and as usual, I would stop by at the cafeteria for some hot vanilla cappuccino. As I was standing at the cashier, I forgot that I didn’t have any money on me and somehow, I think I left my debit card at home also. I searched frantically in my bag for any kind of currency and was just about to give up my only cup of energy, that is, before a tall man behind me slipped in his own green bill. My first reaction was gratefulness of course, and i quickly replied that I can pay him back. He said with an elegance in his voice, “No, no it’s okay. These things happen.” And I had to take a quick look at him. If I do still remember correctly, he was quite handsome and dressed the part. I kept thanking him on the way out, but he looked like my gratefulness bothered him, as if he didn’t deserve one bit of it. What a humble man. So I slipped off into the crowds of students and off to class I went.

    The point of this story is not how I met a polite and sexy man, which many that I’ve told the story to, said I should’ve gotten his number to “repay him back”. No, my boyfriend would kill me, isn’t that so? However, I would like to emphasize the fact that it’s so hard to find somebody like that nowadays. Somebody that would not even hesistate but jump at the opportunity to help somebody. And we’re not talking about helping the poor, I was just another student like him. I don’t know what I would’ve done in that case if I was him. I think I would’ve just been, “Oh too bad for you. Now lets step aside and let me pay for my food.” And really, I think that’s what I and alot of other people would’ve done. That man bought me more than just a cup of coffee that day, but a gesture that I will never forget.

    I told myself that I should pass on this deed. So I’m constantly in search of the next perfect stranger to shower my grace on, haha. That reminds me, the other day, this girl only had a 50 dollar bill to pay for a single bus ticket to go to school (I was a person or two behind her in the line, so I was listening and watching what was happening). And the bus driver told her that they don’t take anything larger than a 20, so she tried to flip out her debit and credit card, and of course, they don’t take that either, at least not on a bus! Sadly, she had to turn around and get off the bus. I suddenly remembered what happened to me and my vanilla cappuccino, so I got out the line and tried to chase her from behind, telling her that I can pay for her fare. She looked at me with sad eyes and said, “No, it’s okay.” and walked off to the other side of the road.

    I really wanted to pass this deed on, and I very much still do.

    Xangans, has a stranger ever done something incredible for you that left you in awe, like as if God sent one of his angels down to help you? And until this day, you still remember it?

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    Frutips

    Does anybody still remember these when they were growing up?

    I got a big tube of the Blackcurrant candy, it used to be $5.99, I got mine for $1.99 today! My mom said it must be fake.

  •  Shopaholic.

    I have a major problem! I can’t stop swipping those cards! It’s gotten so bad that I stopped collecting my credit card receipts to check at the end of the statements because there’s just so many!! However, one thing that you have to know is that I will never spend more than I make or have saved up. Hear me on this, I will NEVER get myself into debt. Well, I hope not.

    My last few statements have balances over 1k, although I do pay it all at once, it leaves me dumbfounded, wondering, where the hell does my money go? (It’s kind of the same reaction that Jessica Simpson had when she realized she purchased two bras for $700.) 1k is not alot for the working, but for an unemployed university student? It’s a crisis!!!

    Reading Becky in the ‘Shopaholics’ series do not help at all. I just drool over the fact that she gets to go to all these designer sample sales.

    What tricks do you have to stop the bills from coming? Girls, how do you resist? Guys?

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    One Great Boss.

    J’s birthday was yesterday, the Big 2-0. I remember last year’s birthday I got a beautiful hand-crafted birthday card (those cards cost about $6 each because they’re an ‘independent’ seller) and a free dvd rental card from Rogers from my boss in the mail (The year before, I got two cakes!). J however got a not-so-hand-crafted birthday card, a free meal, and an embarrassing and somewhat funny message in his card. It reads: “Happy 16th Birthday J!”

    Yeah. I know. That’s really embarrassing. But that’s not all. J ALREADY gets free meals at work, he’s a Team Leader, Team Leaders gets free meals! So why in the world would he need a ‘employee free meal’ voucher for?

    This goes to show how big corperations don’t give a damn. But my guess is, our boss gives his wife the birthday list and she’s the one who sends out the birthday cards. Perhaps shes mistaken J’s age when he first joined the team with his real age. Mind you, I’m somewhat close to my boss’s wife. All she really does is sit around and scrapbooks all day. Why do you have to do anything else when your husband makes an engrossing 2.2 million each year?

  •  Tickle My Mind.

    Since I am unemployed right now, I have lots of time to think to myself, or what we call it “daydreaming”. I’ve been thinking lately about these things down there, and they tickle my mind just a little bit:

    1. How people can get engaged within months of knowing each other or starting a new relationship. And then you see others who take 5,6,7 years to build a thick relationship together before tying the knot. Most of us will probably see it in this light: The people who get engaged within months will not last, while the couple who took longer to get married will last longer and have less of a chance of divorce. I don’t know, I’ve seen vice versa also, and they’re both equal in statistics. Maybe it isn’t how long you stay in a relationship, but how it makes one feels. I’ve always wanted to fall head over heels within minutes and months. Some call that dangerous and blinding, but I call that finding and knowing who you want to be with for the rest of your life according to your heart without our heads getting in the way. Xangans, would you prefer to know who you want to be with within minutes? Or would you want circumstances and time to tell the story? Which way is more reliable in knowing what’s true?

    2. And I quote my Psychology professor in the first lecture: “I was at one of the parties and started talking to this guy. He asked me what major I am, so I told him ‘psychology’. He looked at me with widen eyes and said “are you going to psychologize me?” Oh — and that was the end of him. What the hell does ‘psychologize’ mean?…” And that’s how she pushed away a guy, a possibility. Now, how do people do that? Just by one single phrase they can tell that that person is not fit for them? Okay, maybe psychologize is not even a word and it might depict the intelligence of the guy to be quite low, but I’m sure if my professor pursued the conversation, he would’ve turned it into a nicely, profound joke, or maybe he’ll turn out to be a cutie. I don’t know, how do you push away somebody just by the word ‘psychologize’? Would you?

    3. Listening to Jessica Simpson and Nick Lachey is actually quite a painful endeavour. Why? Because both sides are singing to each other. It’s either “I hate you, I don’t need you” or “I can’t hate you anymore, but why do you have to leave?” It’s like all of a sudden I’m sucked into their relationship. However, I do find their lyrics sad, and I just wish that they can both get together once again, because that would be the sweetest thing. All this makes me think about what made them so unhappy. They’re both romantic to each other, have beautiful lives, I don’t really know what’s missing. Maybe buying nice rims, or have a professional cello player play for valentines day dinner, or having nice expensive earrings as a present is just not enough. With everything that they have, they’re still searching what every ordinary person is searching for in this world. Maybe money doesn’t buy happiness after all.


    EDIT: Now I feel really dumb! ’psychologize’ is actually a word!
    American Heritage Stedman’s Medical Dictionary – Cite This Source

    psy·chol·o·gize (s-kl-jz)
    v. psy·chol·o·gized, psy·chol·o·giz·ing, psy·chol·o·giz·es

    1. To explain behavior in psychological terms.
    2. To investigate, reason, or speculate in psychological terms.

    Can you believe it? The guy actually got it right and used it in the correct form. That is why people should not push other potential mates away just because of a word or phrase, because quite frankly, you might not even know the word yourself. Sigh.

  • Like A Child.

    When it comes to hating school, I am like a child; I absolutely hate it with a passion. I hate the commute, I hate lugging my Dell, I hate sitting in lectures which are boring but it’s okay if they’re boring but what makes it worse are professors that have accents that make it merely impossible to understand and then you find out what she was talking about for the past hour is going to be on the exam tomorrow, buying textbooks that I actually don’t need since the internet is my friend, ugh I hate everything. Although, I don’t hate the readings, I like reading. Oh but boy do I HATE WRITING ESSAYS. Baaah.

    2 years and 8 months to go!!! YES!!!

    Can’t wait until I graduate. And most likely as an Alumni in 2 years and 8 months, I WILL NOT BE DONATING MY MONEY to those York suckers. I will be buying a house. Or a car. Or a Chloe bag.

     

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    My Favourite “Secret” Memory.

    …of Us is when we took a walk down Fifth Avenue and you insisted on going in Tiffany & Co. How ever it makes you highly uncomfortable in such a prestigious store, you set sail to look for the fitting 2nd year anniversary gift for me: a diamond studded nose ring. Of course, it’s a custom-made piece jewelery, and such would only be available to those that can pay up to such a price. But the fact that you had the thought that I am worth something special from Tiffany’s, is a precious gift in itself. I also won’t forget that we came out empty handed, yet we smiled at each other with tender eyes. We discussed the possibilities of our future, and in that moment nothing in this world could make me any more happier. No Tiffany’s, no nothing. Just happy that I was the one holding your hand walking down Fifth Avenue.