it’s not over

so, we finally had dinner together after a month of anguish, bitter emails and uglier online chatting. naturally, she look as ever gorgeous with her little made-by-a-little-chinese lady beany and the hundreds of hindu style bracelets on her. she joked that she should have been born indian or asian because she so drawn into those cultures. cut to the chase, four days later and we’re hugging and kissing like we just met last night. confusion sets in but we both agree that space is needed to recenter ourselves. we know that the relationship will pick up again […]

2002-10-19T11:13:40-08:00Tags: |

monday morning

since the start of orange, my view of the corporate world has gone from it sucks to no way am i going to live this way the rest of my life. ironically, it seems that it’s no secret that people want to run their own business given the high number of small business but my perception has been it’s small potates and you end up working like a dog for yourself. obviously, i am wrong on both misconceptions because if you find the right people to start a business with, it becomes a lifetstyle befitting of our […]

2002-10-14T10:49:37-08:00Tags: |

prove thy love

so, i got a call at 3am and i knew it was her. if i had heard it the first time it rang, i may have pick it up after the 4th ring. it was already the beginning of the third ring when i registered that it was her. naturally, i couldn’t go back to sleep and i played the argruments again in my head. this time, there was another angle that struck a cord in my cloudy mind. Why must I prove anything in order it to be true? if you need proof in order to […]

2002-10-12T14:07:00-08:00Tags: |

the joy of it

i remember back in the days when the web was young and i actually kept a primivate web journal. oh, how times have changed and we now have entire systems built around the art of self glamourization. too bad they don’t have freaking spell check yet because that’s all i really need to start cranking volumes of electrons. but again, the reason i feel the need to write today is not about volumes of rants but simply therapy for the broken heart. it’s not so broken that i need to crawl under my bed sheets and cradle […]

2002-10-11T14:35:27-08:00Tags: |
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