I kept glancing at my watch today. Four more hours til' quitting time... two more... and when it was quitting time, I couldn't leave cause I had things to do. Left an hour after six. Humph.

Am now sitting in a smoky, dodgy cybercafe writing this on a Hyundai keyboard with sticky 'A' key. This guy who owns it must really love Coldplay. I've been frequenting this place for more than 10 times and he keeps playing the same Coldplay DVD. Plus "Are You Gonna Be My Girl"- thrice in an hour. I like it.

I went to Friendster earlier and someone was already logged on. Someone very narrow-minded and religiously intolerant. It made me catch my breath just thinking that I was sitting in the same chair he sat on not too long ago. Many, many crude/downright filthy anti-Semitic, chauvanist statements that made me slightly sick. It was sooo tempting to edit his profile and replace his hate-filled statements with "I Am Stupid" (only in a more cussed way). And I almost did- I clicked onto his "Edit Profile" page and stared at th' blinking cursor for a very long time.

My thoughts ranged from- "People have rights to their own opinions" to "Someone should just rid the world of *bleeping* people like these". But my initial flash of fear and disgust gave way to, oddly enough, compassion. Here was a confused person who probably was raised/taught to be hateful. Maybe he is scared, or just- i don't know, unloved? Insecure? He seems to be well-loved by his similarly foul-mouth friends... plus he's definitely loved by God. Jesus died for him too. Heh- can you imagine what he'd say if he found out that the King of Jews died for his sins?

Ah- I'm turning out to be more mellow in my old age. Was a time when I'd track him down (e-mail, online activity) and just malign him and make him lose all his friends in the process. _takes deep breath_ grace, grace.... *sigh*. I have intolerance for intolerance. Irony, contradictory, whatever-you-call it. Hmm. Guess I'll be praying for him instead. Him and other people who use words like "gay jewboy" and "towelhead *bleepers*". Ooh, and mail him a Youth Service invitation.

Instead of a virus.

The Difference Between A 'Date', 'Dating' And 'Relationship'.
(Brought to you by Grac's compulsive need to label and simplify everything. Also co-sponsored by Grac's need to assuage her guilt for being blur and obtuse)

I'm seriously reconsidering celibacy for life. Who needs a mate? Society's need to see every aging woman to a man is too conformist for me. Plus, hypothetically, I'd get scared silly everytime someone asks me to be their girlfriend after one date (I totally hypothetically did not know it was a date until I was hypothetically told). Okay, so this happened hypothetically to me only once, but seriously guys- get the handbook. Well, if there isn't a handbook there really should be one.

Its simple really (simplify!). Pay attention.

A date is a singular event when two people go out. They are not obligated to 'date' again. They can, however, go on 'dates' with other people in the meantime.

Dating is, a series of dates. i.e.- two or more dates in a row within a reasonable period of time (five dates in a week is practically matrimony). Depending on the parties involved, you may or may not be allowed to date other people during this period.

And a relationship happens when both parties agree mutually (don't mind my redundancy) that they are launching off into the deep end of exclusivity and will monogamously date each other till something unforseen happens- like amnesia, or a kidnapping... or migration without leaving a forwarding address.

You just don't send someone an SMS in the middle of an exam season and say "Are you technically my girlfriend now?" It wreaks havoc and causes amnesia or a sudden need to migrate without leaving a forwarding address.

Hypothetically, of course.