I’d have loved to go home early but I feel like I’m leaving such a load behind me. So I’m finishing up some last things before I go, even though I know there’s lots of other ends that needs tying that will never be tied, not really.

I’m tired because I slept so late and still got to work so early. It’s too bad I don’t drink coffee. That would’ve helped. Waaaaaaaning right now despite being at regular energy levels for most of the day.

I’m really glad I packed 90% of my things last night. Less to worry about once I get home.

Wheeee!

What is it with kids these days? Why don’t they look like kids?

My dad’s friend brought her grandkids with her one evening. The 10-year-old actually looked 10, but the 12-year-old looked like a mini-teenager. Granted, she’s on the edge of being a teen, but she looked well into teen-dom. The way she carried herself was the big difference - head high, movements sure and graceful. I don’t remember being so distinctly feminine when I was 12. Baggy jeans and clothes that didn’t quite fit were the rage then. Not that I was one to follow the fads if they didn’t suit me. It just so happened I liked loose clothes. The jeans I bought when I was 12 would still be too big for me even now.

Her jeans fit her pretty well, bordering on the too well part. She had a really sweet smile, so that was a saving factor. I saw no hint of a spoiled princess or angst-ridden brat, but given how she dressed like a teen and jabbered on her cell phone, I can see why her grandmother still worries. Nice kids like that are easy to influence if someone doesn’t guide them. I’ve known some decent kids who were corrupted in one form or the other during their teens. Americans call it growing up. Yeah. Sure.

These same American values are spreading to other countries. Like I said to a co-worker after he reasoned, “You’re not in the Philippines anymore. You’re in America now.” — just because it’s American doesn’t mean it’s right. I said that in a different context but it applies here too.

Going back, one cool thing about the kid is that she and the rest of her family have black belts. That oughta make people think twice. Interesting tidbit - apparently there are more little girls than little boys taking up martial arts these days. That’s kind of awesome. I wonder what their generation will be like, considering the girls will be able to beat up the boys.

I’ll worry about it when I hit my quarter-life crisis.

Right now, I’m enjoying my “learning new things” phase. It’s one thing to want to do something. It’s another to muster up the courage and enthusiasm to actually do it. To think, it all started with softball. Whether or not I continue to play for our team, I’ll always look back on it fondly as that sport that gave me the confidence to try the activities I’m really interested in.

I thought I went out of my comfort zone when I started getting sports recently. But that’s not true. I went out way farther and you know what? I realized that sports is more fun. Frustrating yes, but fun.

Gosh, now I really want to go to that practice that’s being held in seven hours. I highly doubt I’ll be able to wake up in time, though…

I try to play cool, actin’ like what you do don’t phase me. Meanwhile, I’m sittin’ at home, all alone, tryin’ to keep myself from going crazy. [1]

And then I get busy, tryin’ new things like tennis and salsa. Things I never had the guts for before I got hit. Now all I want to do is new stuff because I’m not just playin’ it cool, yo. I’m bein’ cool. I’ll dress up real classy then I’ll mix it up and dress down real hot.

Tomorrow I’m goin’ clubbin’, gonna dance like a goofball. Imma meet someone and maybe we won’t drive each other bonkers. A friend of a friend or a guy on the dance floor. It’s time for recklessness. To go home real late or not at all.

I’m bein’ immature, I know, but so are you. Except I’m excused coz I’m young that way. I wanna act young coz I am young. I make my mistakes. I blunder like I’m blind. That’s the way it goes, yo.

That’s the way I fall.

Notes:

1. So those aren’t my words. They’re lyrics, what else?! From my current fave, “Baby Don’t Go” by Fabolous ft. T-Pain.
2. I’m tired and I have to wake up for class tomorrow so this was just a “blah, I need to blog” entry. Raw. Youch. Bleed on.

Ever notice how you get into a spend cycle and find it hard to stop? I’m in one right now. I just got myself a new camera after months of vaguely planning on getting one and a month of waiting for the Canon PowerShot SD1000 to go on sale. It never did. Thank goodness for employee discounts! Now I have a shiny new cam that I can’t use yet because I still need to purchase a memory card that is significantly bigger than 32 MB.

Not being a visual artist, I don’t aspire to be an amateur photographer. Instead, I go for the paparazzi approach that beloved friends should beware, because my main target is them. There’s nothing like a nice candid shot of someone nodding off.

I ought to take some nice generic shots of places I go to too. I work in the city. I might as well be tourist-y about it.

Back when I was playing an MMORPG, my BFM gave me a winged hat that prompted the nickname of “goose” from our fellow friends. It’s been a while since I was referred to as that but apparently he still remembers. I’d been talking about how my dad was lamenting the fact that I was developing an interest in learning sport basics now that he was old. (Sorry, dad!) My BFM was doubtful I could learn anything at all.

BFM: Geese aren’t built for running around.
AP: I take it you think i have no athletic ability. *whaps*
BFM: :p

BFM pauses.

BFM: I didn’t say that.
AP: The :p says it all!!!!!!!!

Rawr. I’ll show him!

TL: So what do you do? Are you a drawer guy?
TKW: Nothing. I just sit here. SK and MW do everything.
AP: So you let the women do all the work?
TL: That’s how it should be.
AP: Oh, REALLY? *whaps TL*
JDB: (to AP) In fact, why are you talking? You need to ask permission (to talk) first.

And they say I’m mean.

What is it with guys and winking, huh?

What do you say to people when you leave work? Good night or good evening?

A co-worker told me today that good night is supposed to be said after 8pm. Technically, it was still evening, so I should say “good evening”. I turned the phrase over in my head and repeated it aloud but it just felt wrong. I’d say it as a greeting, maybe, but usually never as a farewell. There’s proper usage and all, sure, but language changes. Rules that once applied start to become lax, and sometimes they start to not apply at all. It’s kind of like “can I?” and “may I?” - one is more correct when you’re asking permission to do something, but you rarely hear the average person say, “May I borrow your softball so that I may throw it at someone?” (or something to that effect)

So yes, “even if it’s wrong”, I’m still going to say good night when departing. Call me stubborn.

Good night!