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Friday, April 30, 2004 |
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| Me? Shy?
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I suffer from a debilitating shyness. Really! I do! All through my life, most of the people I've met, especially women, was almost never in a one-on-one situation where I could say that I introduced myself or made small talk or even smiled at someone. It's so frustrating! More than once since Miranda and I broke up, I have made eye contact with attractive women but could never muster the courage to say 'hi' or smile or even to keep the small talk going when they initiated it.
I came on campus to study tonight, but instead found myself doing the usual -- sitting behind a computer screen reading AskMen. This really pretty white girl (exchange student) came in to do some work in the lab. There were lots of empty seats around cus hey, it's Friday night, and who really studies on a Friday night? I actually logged off the computer I was on and went to sit next to her. (Real stalker behaviour eh?) I sat there for over an hour and said nothing. I even noticed that she was supposed to be doing a paper on something and was totally stumped. After about 45 minutes, this guy who's apparently in a class with her came in and spoke to her for like five minutes about going to The Nuts and about how she was stuck and stuff. She seemed nice, and had a nice voice too. Green eyes. No glasses though; that would've been a clincher. Well when he left, any thoughts I had of speaking to her just went down the drain. I sat there and just smiled like the little boy that I am :-) Recently I went to The Nuts and I was standing right next to an attractive girl (no glasses either) and we made eye contact for quite a long time. I was standing right next to her and couldn't say 'hi'!
I know what you're saying to yourself. "Sherwin? Shy? Who woulda' thunk it?" I'm not quite the extrovert that I'm made out to be. My mouth only opens after I've met someone (who I didn't introduce myself to) or after I've downed two Smirnoffs. And that's the god-honest truth! If you think about it a little, you'll realise that. I'm averse to using lines too. Especially really corny ones like "What time is it?" Who says that? That's almost as 'good' as asking "What's your sign?" |
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Thursday, April 29, 2004 |
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| Red Bull
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| On Tuesday night, I had my first Red Bull. (No, I didn't have sex with a girl on her period. Well not that night anyway.) On Wednesday, I had two. Red Bulls, that is. I'm actually studying some and it apparently helps me stay awake and concentrate, unlike coffee which just keeps me awake and has me shaking (like a polaroid picture? I couldn't resist that one). Nah but seriously, that Red Bull is the shiznit, yo, know what I'm sayin? And now, they're getting free advertising too, just like Stayfree :-) I even gave up the chance to go lime again tonight. What the firetruck is wrong with me? I got my Smirnoff Ice Saturday night in Grand Bazaar. Didn't get the p'ok though. Oh, and if you noticed the time on this blog, it's because I'm still in school. I think I'm done studying for the night though. |
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Friday, April 23, 2004 |
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| (myfirstname)r@gmail.com
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How firetrucking bad is that?? And what's the difference between Google's targeted ads and a big friggin banner at the top of the page? Ok so I know what the difference is, but it's still an ad. And I don't mind Google ads. Ok so I also need to register another Google email address, with my handle, of course. But then again, I'm also thinking of changing handles. So maybe I should register a half-dozen or so addresses. All with different handles. Aww shiznit. I can only register one address for now. That suckizzles(?) But I am still bad like a market crab :-) if you don't already know, don't ask. I tried registering a "proper" email address at Yahoo! but it was taken. A few months later I find myslef receiving spam from said Yahoo! email account. Well I reported it to Yahoo! but I still didn't end up getting the account, so that suckizzled some more.
The reason I'm typing so much bs, I think, is because for the last couple hours I've been absolutely craving some pork in hot sauce from Wok n' Roll and a couple Smirnoff Ice to help it down. I'm all sighed out because of it. I mean, I had an invitation to go south to drink, but I wasn't up for that. I just wanted some quiet relaxation, some po'k, a Smirnoff Ice, a few hot girls to gape at, and a good vantage point like a nice tall bar stool. Last night I went to Trincity Mall to just get something to eat (but I didn't actually eat), but ended up in the lovely ambience of Bootleggers at 10pm. No one really in the bar, Maradona and ladies in underwear on the tv and a Smirnoff Ice in my hand. I was relaxed. Too bad I could only have one though.
A short conversation was struck up with the one who I'll refer to as "Stayfree girl", about whether some male models we were watching on Fashion Channel were really hot. She replied that they weren't really; they just had "a look". I was told by one ex-gf that I had "the look" to work in the bar at Bootleggers. Male model is one of my dream jobs, alongside porn star, professional footballer (a la David Beckham) or maybe business magnate with the glitz of, say, Donald Trump. Stayfree girl then said to me that with a full body shot and a portrait she could hook me up at the agency. If life were so simple.
There's more to this blog. My sister Sally (yeah the one who got married and moved to England) came to Trinidad on Monday for a surprise visit. Boy was I friggin surprised when my cus told me that she surprised them. I saw her today. I went home and cleaned my place thoroughly before she got there then went back to school to meet her. I totally convinced her that I kept my room clean all the time; that I actually learnt something from my time with her. She reviewed my resume and gave me some pointers. Cool scene. And now, I'm here, still sighing.
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Tuesday, April 20, 2004 |
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| Stuff
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Mmmm I like the sound of the Champions League final already: AS Monaco vs. FC Porto. Surprising to everyone except me that AS Monaco defeated Chelsea 3-1 in the first-leg semifinal today. Not that I particularly like Porto, but added romance in that last year they overcame favourites Celtic to win the Uefa Cup, and now this year could move to the Champions League finals, and pull and upset, over me anyway. A French team and a Portuguese team in the Champions League final; who woulda thunk it? You can't buy the Champions League, as Real Madrid and Chelsea are finding out; it's actually won with skill and shitloads of luck. Shitloads!
So we've all heard stories of women who sleep their way to the top, be it at university or in the workplace. I never thought I would actually know one of them. One confirmed so far. I have my perceptions about three more. Pussy is really the deadliest and greatest power on the planet. Fo sheezy! I ain't shittin you. I have heard of girls saying that they have no problems fucking a lecturer if it'll ensure that they get a good grade. I'd like to think that at this stage, it's more desperation talking than any drive to succeed above others. But I know one girl on campus who's not from an affluent background; apparently she has a "thing" for older, married men, with children. Especially if they are in a position to ensure that she can get a job in their organisations. And she talks about it openly. She likes to be taken to fancy places and actually gets angry with them if they don't! Thing is, she's not much of a catch. Not particularly attractive. If she was, I could understand a little; I'd feel less sorry for her. Poor thing. The things money and success make us do.
I'm back at that stage I was at last year, when the "final" exams were coming around. Everyone's scampering around, trying to get notes copied, making illegal photocopies of books, stealing stuff from the library and drinking lots of coffee. I hate coffee. I'm going home to get a full night's rest like I do most every night. I don't know what happenned this morning. After getting off my bed no later than 8 since last Tuesday, I unwillingly rolled off almost 1pm. Well I had gotten up earlier and made my bed and had a heavy breakfast. I think that's what did me in. And I might be getting a slight cold too cus I've been sniffing since Saturday when I got a little wet in the rain. Bites ass. |
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Monday, April 19, 2004 |
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Trini died and went to hell He was a horrible man throughout life and the devil really wanted to punish him, so he put him to work breaking up rocks with a sledge hammer. To make things worst, he cranked up the temperature and the humidity. After a couple of days the Devil checked on the Trini to see if he was suffering enough. The Devil was aghast as he looks at the Trini happily swinging the hammer and whistling a happy tune.
Devil : I raised the temperature high and you still happy
Trini : Reminds me of back home in August, I could handle it.
The Devil, perplexed decided to drop the temperature and sends down torrential rain that caused massive flood and mudslides. When he visited the Trini, he was still happy and whistling
Devil : I lowered the temperature, sent rain, flood and landslide and you still happy?
Trini : Just like April in Trinidad.
The Devil now completely perplexed decided to lower the temperature to minus 40 degrees. When he visited the Trini he was still happy and this time dancing and
singing.
Devil : I really can't understand what's happening here. How could you be so happy, when hell's freezing over?
Trini : Hell's frozen over, that means Soca Boys qualify for the world cup, West Indies
cricket team is winning again, and T & T finally has an honest government.
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Tuesday, April 13, 2004 |
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| Sit (yeah this post has a meaning)
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Sit.
Lie down.
Roll over.
Stand.
Beg.
Shake hands.
Speak.
Sit Ubu, sit. Good dog. |
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Saturday, April 10, 2004 |
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| Lots of reading
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Been reading alot of AskMen.com lately. And other relationship and dating articles. Maybe because I'm realising the potential of my singular existence. (Don't know what the hell I just said there.) And I've been going out a little lately too. And I've been checking for fish recipes online. And I've been reading even more business news, although I've been reading less about other news. Don't know why.
Anywho, had a great time last weekend. I was forced to crash a birthday party on Saturday night. The night didn't start very well but it didn't end badly. We went to HiRPM at 2 am and were a group of seven in like 25 in the whole place. It was real empty. The last time I was in there it used to be really packed on a Saturday night. Nice girls too. But apparently since Platinum and Screamers opened everyone goes there. That same night there was $1 entry b4 10.30 and good free drinks all night so that was the intention but that didn't happen. And Ria's on Friday night was cool too. Drank Black&White Scotch. First time I've ever had that. Didn't taste too bad actually, but I had it with Coke. I forgot I'm supposed to have scotch "on the rocks". And before I forget, Happy Birthday Michael and Haimchan (12th April).
And I predict major war by the time the US Presidential election comes around. |
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| Wrong email address
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A couple from Minneapolis decided to go to Trinidad for a long weekend to thaw out during one particularly icy winter. They planned to stay at the very same hotel where they spent their honeymoon 20 years ago. As both had jobs, they found it difficult coordinating their travel schedules. It was decided that the husband would fly to Trinidad on a Thursday, and his wife would follow him the next day.
Upon arriving as planned, the husband checked into the hotel. In his room there was a computer, so he decided to send his wife an e-mail back in Minneapolis. However, he accidentally left out one letter in her address, and sent the e-mail without realizing his error. In Houston, a widow had just returned from her husband's funeral. The dearly departed was a minister of many years who had been called home to glory following a heart attack. The widow checked her e-mail, expecting messages from relatives and friends. Upon reading the first message,she fainted. The widow's son rushed into the room, found his mother on the floor, and saw the computer screen which read:
To: My Loving Wife
Subject: I've Arrived.
I know you are surprised to hear from me. They have computers here now and you are allowed to send e-mails to your loved ones. I've just arrived and have been checked in. I see that everything has been prepared for your arrival
tomorrow. Looking forward to seeing you then! Hope your journey is as uneventful as mine was.
P.S. Sure is hot down here!
Your Husband. |
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Wednesday, April 07, 2004 |
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| Two great days of Football
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| All that was needed was for Olympique Lyonnais to defeat Porto at home and these two days would have been perfect. After yesterday's results, I wasn't expecting all this excitement. But a footballing display that will go down in Champions League history was shown by Deportivo after they reversed a previous 4-1 loss at AC Milan to win 4-0 at home and move to the semifinals. Lyon though didn't fare as well, only managing a 2-2 draw at home. Damn. Now Chelsea play AS Monaco in one semifinal and Porto play Deportivo. This is amazing since it also means that none of the traditional powerhouses are in the semifinal, although Porto is a member of the G14. Now Chelsea actually has a chance to buy...er, win the Champions League. But my money's on Monaco. |
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Tuesday, April 06, 2004 |
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| Oh Firetruck Yes!!
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I'm so sorry that this is going to be my first blog since someone played a little prank on me and used this blog to attempt fulfilling their dream of world domination. But I'm too excited; elated; what the fuck ever.
I'm a romantic. And today I think all football romantics saw something spectacular: Chelsea beat Arsenal at home to go through to the Champions League semifinal. Again, Chelsea's best player this season, Frank Lampard scoring. And that ain't all; AS Monaco, after being down 4-2 from the previous leg in Madrid, severely punished Real Madrid, the punisher on-loan (discarded?) Real Madrid striker Fernando Morientes! Oh fuck why couldn't I have cable? |
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