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Fri, 16 Sep 2005 20:50:54 GMT

If you're interested, you can find my brain dumps here:

http://www.myspace.com/ryeh

For some strange strange reason I like reading stuff here sometimes but posting there. It makes no sense. But then, some things aren't supposed to.

How many of you are on that rickety, ever-apologetic ship called MySpace?

I Chickened @ Eye Chicken

Thu, 18 Aug 2005 06:51:40 GMT

At lunch today there was a stunning girl with red hair showcasing her ample knowledge of sports with her work buddies. I couldn't keep my eyes off of her. She was just awesome from head to toe.

Before long, she caught me looking. Being the bold, confident person she is, she stared right back, not wavering her sight and giving a slight smile. Well, then... I thought. The Game is On!

We engaged in Eye Chicken while talking with our own friends, on a potential conversational collision course. The rule is this: Eventually one of us would have to divert our eyes, or say something. The first person to look away or the second person to say something loses.

We smiled at each other, but I had a feeling that we both knew who would win this one.

I lasted a valiant 10 seconds, but swerved at the last moment before I was forced to conjure up on the spot something halfway witty to say to a complete stranger. At 9.97 seconds, I looked away. :(

I noticed she looked back a few times as she walked away, granting me a parting gift of sorts. Oh well... Sometimes I think there is a part of me that fears success.

Anyway, thanks, Red. You were a worthy Eye Chicken adversary and you made my lunch much more interesting.

The First Day of the Rest of My Life

Thu, 04 Aug 2005 06:23:50 GMT

This space intentionally left blank until I have something interesting to share with the rest of the world.

Actually, I guess I have some stuff... where to begin?

At the age of 24, I lost my mom.to heart failure. She lived her life with a heart defect, and the doctors made the prediction that she wouldn't live past 37 and she wouldn't be able to have any children. Well, screw that!

She squeezed one out (me in 1971, at a healthy 4 lbs.) and lived to be 52. She was always strong mentally and emotionally, even if her body was frail. She rarely showed any signs of sickness despite her condition.

Two days before she went away she left a message on my answering machine at work, telling me to take care and that everything would be all right. The message was a little strange, but I figured that I'd see her that weekend anyway and I had a lot of work to do, so I neglected to call her. The next day, she was gone.

I was slammed with the realization that we are all given a finite time on this Earth in this life. I was faced with the fact that many (if not most) people go through their lives without thinking about it much. The seconds slip away, wasted. We neglect saying the things we want to say and having the experiences that we want to have. Before we know it, it's time to go.

I did well for a few years, seeking out adventure and making friends. I was happy, healthy, outgoing, a positive spirit. I was going out regularly with my friends and having a great time every chance I had. Out of the ashes of a weekend fling I met my sweetie of 8 years, and life was pretty good.

Then, I got caught up in the money making boom, as my friends around me were all making mad bucks off of the internet bubble and the impending Y2K scare. I felt a bit left behind, and got depressed, and unpleasantly obsessed with work.

The years after were lucrative, but a little sad and meaningless. My sweetie and I both grow lazy, complacent. I work hard, but still feel like I'm dying.

Perhaps I can strike a balance: Work hard AND play hard. I'm working crazy hours right now, but my time off will be coming in a few months, and then I can rebalance a little better. I guess I'll have to make due with sleeping less...

Anyway, this is a nice place to share my thoughts, if only with myself. I'll be writing about my adventures past and new.

Maybe something cool will happen tomorrow. If not, I can always share a tale from yesterday.