Sometimes a name change is nice

You know, there’s nothing worse than stepping out of a nice cold shower on a hot summer night only to start perspiring again. Ugh, it’s so freaggin’ HOT out and our piece of shit central air is not working. Please, someone just fast forward time to oh, let’s say mid to late October when the weather is more agreeable to me ‘k? Thankyouloveyoubyebye!

You may have noticed something a little peculiar on your way to this place. Yup, the domain name changed. Now now, did not expire and I still own it. However, a crapload of my personal friends gave me some serious flack because my old domain name was blocked at their jobs. Since many of them seem to have nothing better to do than check out their friend’s blogs while they are supposed to be working, they did not find this situation acceptable. So, when the time came to renew my domain, I took advantage of a very good deal on a new domain, so was born. Now why did I choose such a really freaking weird name? Beats the shit out of me to tell you the truth, but I kind of liked the ring of it as I was trying to come up with something memorable. So fellow readers, you might want to change your bookmarks because I’m stuck with this domain name for at least a year, hehe.

Anyway, I’ve been pretty busy as of late securing the new digs which quite fortuitously, wound up being a whopping 5 minutes away from work! Oh yeah folks! My commuting costs went down to practically nil because of the new place which I hope to be in by August 1st, assuming that my brother can help me move the big stuff. Ever since them friendly folks at the oil companies decided to give us all the un-lubed backdoor plunge (without the bloody courtesy of a reach around even!) at the gas pump, I’ve been dropping roughly 40 bucks a week to keep me going to and from work on a daily basis. While I’m certain most of you folks have a much higher pump payout, I wasn’t having any more of this when choosing a new place. With this move, I’ll likely be spending that much money per month, which greatly appeases me. Oh yes it does.

As far as what’s in the new place, it’s not too shabby. I’m in a corner block which means I am in a somewhat secluded location and surrounded by windows (hello awesome daytime lighting!). Hardwood floors throughout and a larger kitchen (though there is an electric stove, which I’m not too fond of). The living room is roughly the same size and the dining area size is not too bad. The bedroom has one of the larger closets available and there’s another very spacious one out in front which gives me a gobs of storage space. There’s a good amount of parking available and I’m only a few doors down from the manager’s office. This is good because I know I’ll be in a relatively quiet area since I think she lives in the unit above it. One of the nicer things is that one of my work mates lives in the same complex, so it will be nice having a neighbor I know there. All in all I’m pretty stoked about the place, though it will definitely feel very strange living alone somewhere finally.

Hopefully I’ll acclimate to the lifestyle change fairly quickly.


It’s fun to stay at the YMCA

This was one of them big weekends for yours truly and the entire family.

As you can see on the right of this post there’s a new little Flickr box and in there are some of the photos Devina and I took at my sister’s wedding, which was quite the lovely event. The event took place at a rather lovely hall up in Livingston, New Jersey which was an amazing location. The wedding itself was held outdoors in a very lovely garden and the weather held up quite beautifully all the way until the kiss. Once we headed back into the mansion, the skies started clouding up, but it didn’t matter since we were all catching up with each other. Devina and I managed to see and chat with family whom I have not seen or talked to in at least a dozen years there which is a good thing. There was chatting, drinking, eating, dancing (OMG my dad danced! DANCED!!!), laughter, celebration and farewells as both of the nearly full families met for the first time. One of the most interesting aspects of the wedding was viewing the tea ceremony my sister and Minh undertook as they served tea to his elders and other members of his rather large family. It was a very interesting ritual to watch and everyone on my side of the family was looking on in amazement. The only somewhat odd part was seeing that most of Minh’s family were seated during most of the the dancing, though I’m guessing most of that was to watch all of us Latinos make fools of ourselves on the floor! 😉 Fortunately, everyone from both sides of the families wound up getting up to shake their booties towards the end of the night and yes, there was YMCA.

Unfortunately, I did not fully read the manual for my snazzy new camera so roughly 30 of the 456 photos I took came out well enough to actually put up on my Flickr. Most of them, especially the indoor ones, came out very dark and blurry due to the settings I kept it at. The ones taken where the windows were either fully opened or taken outside came out very nicely as you can see. Then again, with the cameras flashing all over the place in there, I am sure I’ll fill up that photo set with many more down the line when I go visit my mom later on in the week. A great time was had by all, but we were so pooped at the end because of all of the running around with the photos and the dancing.

As far as the honeymoon is concerned, the bride and groom left early this morning and I think right now they’re likely enjoying a romantic dinner at their resort in Antigua. I hope they both have a wonderful time, they defintely deserve it!


The art of the smooch

Did a few updates here to the grandiose blog of mine.

As you can see to the right, my Twitter status is now being displayed. If you do not know what Twitter is, it is a pretty neat little service where you can instantly update what you are doing at any time of the day via the web, your cell phone or some of the popular instant messengers around. If you happen to subscribe to the service, feel free to add me as a buddy there. I have also enabled the fantablous gravatars in the comments area. So, if you happen to use that nifty service, you will see your gravatar right next to your name anytime you leave your comment so long as you use the same email address. Speaking of which, I also enabled registrations so feel free to register there is you are so inclined.

Anyway, enough of that funky stuff.

I was browsing the intarwebs the other day and happened to come across this doozy, How to Kiss Someone Passionately. While it has to be one of the most hilarious tutorials I have seen on the net, I would have to admit that there is some really good information to be found there if you happen to know someone who is impaired in the arts of the smooch. I know if this was out back when I was fooling around with a few people in my younger years, it would have made make-out sessions a lot more pleasurable.


Old friends

  • Alright, so who is using LJ Talk here? I’ve been trying to get to work via the app I use to IM here at work and no such luck for me. Seeing if it’s worth it for me to use at home with the app I use there.
  • I always find myself looking for neat photos on Flickr and nothing’s better than the photo stories people tell for the random memes there. For instance, on this “Tell a Story in Five Frames,” we see what can happen to some people when they go on a roller coaster. You wouldn’t believe how hard I laughed when I saw that story! There’s also this one which just speaks volumes about communication in relationships and this one and there’s a WHOLE slew more for those of you looking to waste some time today. 🙂
  • Speaking of Flickr, I uploaded two photos of the pottery the chickie and I painted a couple of weeks back

Yeah, I should get over myself now… :p

Anyway, as I clued in on my last entry a very old and close friend of mine came back into my life very recently from of all places, MySpace (go figure!). I have never really discussed her before because well, thinking about her really bummed me out since we have not spoken to each other for about seven years before last week. Her name is Natasha and we’ve known each other since the since the sixth grade. We became fairly decent school buddies up until the eighth grade when I moved a couple of towns over and as with all moves in that time of your life, we pretty much did not talk much to each other after that. That is until my sophomore (or was it junior) year of high school when I happened to run into her at her high school’s football game while I went to visit a friend. Oddly enough she was on the cheer leading team and my oh my did she fill out nicely when I saw her. No longer was she the skinny little tom boy I knew a few years earlier, instead she was the spitting image of Madonna in her “Like a Virgin” video with the exception of being quite top heavy if you catch my drift… So um yeah, you bet your funky asses I made sure I got to know her better from that point on. 😉

We stayed in touch and hung out every once in a while getting to be good friends and through an odd turn of events we wound up working in the same mall together. Over time, we got closer and because of a mutual attraction and an obscenely healthy dose of raging hormones on both our parts, we wound up getting pretty intimate as the years progressed. We never had a chance to officially be in a “relationship” because well, during the times we were “close” we were also attached to our own significant others. Now it’s nothing to be proud of, but we were some pretty horny kids who just happened to be close friends who shared a lot with each other, so it made it very hard not to be intimate with each other.

Fast forward a few years and it’s time to graduate high school and make some pretty big choices in life.

I was a fairly smart kid back in high school (though no match for my little brother), so I pretty much had my choice to attend all of the colleges I applied to. Most of my friends (and girlfriend at the time) were going to Rutgers Pharmacy so it was assumed that I would follow. I also got accepted with a 3/4 full ride to Massachusetts College of Pharmacy which at the time was I think the best pharm school on the East Coast. Tasha by some weird turn of events got accepted to a school no more than 15-20 minutes from MassPharm…

She wanted me to go to Massachusetts.

Long story short: I went to RU, she went to Mass and dropped out a week after she enrolled. She moved in with a family friend in Bloomfield, NJ and shortly thereafter they started dating. Then a couple of months down the line she called me from Florida where she just wound up uprooting herself to from Jersey to live with the guy who was transferred there by his job.

Crazy eh??

Slowing it down a little, we were still best of friends and talked as often as we could. Roughly twice a year for a couple of years, I would borrow my dad’s car and make the drive from New Brunswick, NJ to Orlando, FL to visit her. Over time, we both grew a lot closer towards each other and we started talking about being and staying together after she stopped dating the gent she moved down there with. Of course, with me being in Jersey (in a relationship as well) and her being in Florida, that was close to an impossibility. Though, in all honesty had she asked me to be with her, I more than likely would have dropped everything here to go down there knowing me back then. A bit more time passed and we started talking less and less on the phone which I suppose was for the better because we both knew we needed to move on with our lives. She started dating someone and I was in the process of ending my relationship with Stephanie (my last ex) and soon after that Tasha and I just stopped communicating. We both moved and more time passed by, calls and letters were attempted but not returned and then I moved again and I slowly came to the realization that she was no longer going be in my life anymore. We knew each other for about 13 years at that point and to not have her there was pretty devastating for me. I can’t really tell you how I changed, but I literally felt like half of me was missing and all of my friendships from that point on were affected. I just couldn’t get as close to someone as I was with her, regardless of who they were. I mean sure, there are some in my life now who I am very close with, but it just wasn’t the same and to be honest, I did not want it to be the same.

As hard as it was at first, I started moving on with my life. I wound up meeting my current girlfriend, got closer with a few more of the people in my life now, continued on with my career and from time to time, when I was alone with my thoughts, I wondered how she was doing. I’d quickly remove the thought, but I’d be lying if I did not admit it, even all this time later still.

Then a few weeks back when I checked my MySpace mail, I received a message from someone I have never met. She introduced herself as a friend of a friend who lived in Florida and I matched the description of someone she talks often of to her. She had said in the message that if I were interested in contacting her, to let her know and she would provide an e-mail address. I replied back, asked her if this was in reference to a Natasha and then pretty much told her that as a long lost friend, I’d be very interested in hearing from her again. As soon as I hit the send button, I became a wreck. Here after all this time, I may have a chance to talk to one of my closest friends again… I was happy, anxious, angry, sad, you name it… I felt it. It got worse when I did not get a response the next day, the following day, a few more days…

Then in the middle of the following week she responds back, but with a confession. Turns out Tasha was the one who sent that original message on MySpace. She was borrowing her friends account looking up old high school friends when she saw my profile linked to a mutual friend. So, she messaged me and pretended to be her in case I did not want to hear from her again. She said she had some things she wanted to ask and left an e-mail and phone number to contact her, so now the ball was in my court.

I hate to do this, but unfortunately I have a few meetings to go to and won’t have time to update until tomorrow. Yeah yeah, mighty big douche move of me to just up and end this post like this, but my boss is calling me now to walk with him. I’ll finish updating this tale tomorrow unless nothing pans out for this evening.