Barely Legal
I may be 26 but I look quite young for my age. People usually think I’m somewhere between 17-22. However, that hasn’t stopped the 30-50 year old men from gawking or trying to talk to me. I find it a bit disturbing that there are so many “R. Kellys” out there. Okay…so I don’t look quite thaaaat young but what kinda business do these men have, trying to talk to an 18 year old? Case in point:
I met this guy that lived in my apartment building sometime last year when I was 25. The first time we “met,” I was standing at the bus stop, sucking on a lollipop (nah just kidding…had to throw some LL lyrics in. There was no lollipop). Anyway, I see some guy pull to a stop in front of me and beckon me to get into his car. Are you CRAZY? I had to endure too many of those “Stranger Danger” lessons back in elementary school to end up jumping into the cars of complete strangers. I just said “NO THANK YOU” and looked away. He reluctantly drove off.
A couple of days later, while I am getting my mail, I am approached by an older guy, wearing tapered jeans (ugh).
Him: Don’t you remember me?
Me: Huh?
Him: I saw you the other day at the bus stop.
Me: Oh… yeah. You live here?
Him: Yeah. What floor do you live on? I’m on the 10th floor.
Me: Um. Ahh… In the building somewhere…
After some more small talk, I finally decide to just straight out ask him.
Me: How old are you?
Him: 25
(I dont even bother to hide my incredulous expression)
Me: No way, I’M 25, you look older.
Him: You’re 25? In that case I’m 30.
(He looked older than 30)
Me: Did you lie because you thought I was 18??
Him: Yep.
I like older guys but there is a big difference between OLD and OLDER and this guy just looked OLD.
This is the reason why I don’t think that it’s always a good thing that I look young for my age. Because if I meet a man in my “age range” who is talking to me, thinking I am a barely legal 18 or 19, then we are interacting on a whole different level and different mind frame.
Before I get flack for making judgements based on age, or comments that “age ain’t nothing but a number,” I just want to state that I do believe people can have successful relationships, despite age differences BUT what I’m talking about here is not that. What I’m talking about are these lolita fantasies and old men trying to talk to some sweet young thang!
Speaking of lolitas, I stumbled upon a trailer for a movie. Older guy meets young girl on the internet. The website has pop-ups of their online conversations. It looks quite compelling. Judging from the trailer, it seems like the older guy is the one that should be scared…
New Chapter
As you can see, the countdown is no more! I think they were finally on to me blogging at work because I wasn’t able to access my account all day. I was training the new guy (who was really cute!) for the last two days so I wouldn’t have been able to write much anyway. Aside from showing him how to do the daily tasks, I also taught him how to surf the net and make it look like you’re working, where to get the best coffee and bagels and who to watch out for and ally with in the office. All in all, I’d say I gave him a good training.
I really feel bad though for trashing the place so much because they gave me a surprise going away party today. The new guy started yesterday and I figured if he learned quick (how hard is it to count plants and distribute mail?) that I wouldn’t bother coming in on Friday (today). I was telling my office buddy about it and she kept telling me I should finish the day. Finally, she broke down and told me the manager and another lady in the office had sent her to buy cake for my party and it was supposed to be a surprise. As much as I wanted to leave early, I couldn’t miss my own party! So I told my office buddy I’ll pretend to act surprised since she felt bad for blowing the secret.
Near the end of the day, the office suddenly gets really quiet. Me and new guy were chatting so we didn’t notice everybody was gone at first until we heard murmuring around the corner in the lunch area. Then the manager comes over and leads me to the party where I’m greeted by the entire staff, two cakes and a card!! It’s the first time I got a cake that read “We’ll miss your strut!”
They thanked me for my hard work (erm, okay) and wished me good luck in school. The funniest part was they said they’d miss being greeted by my smile every morning and how I was always happy. HUH? Earlier in the week I was praying to God to give me the strength not to stab anybody in the neck. HA! I guess they mistook my sarcastic sense of humour for happiness.
That’s okay. It was a really nice send off and the memory of counting plants, dealing with work boyfriends and office bullshit is quickly fading. Today I get to close that chapter of my life, remember the good times and begin a new journey.
Randoms Thoughts II
Britney: Having Baby One More TimeYahoo! Music – Lyndsey Parker
“Us Weekly is reporting that pop star Britney Spears is–as has been rumored for weeks–indeed pregnant again. The singer was spotted poolside this weekend in Las Vegas–where her husband Kevin Federline was performing at a record release party for his debut solo album, Playing With Fire–wearing a bikini that reportedly showed off a sizeable bump.”
K-Fed sure is fertile.
original picture source
Why do people sit right next to me on the bus/subway when there are plenty of other empty seats? This girl came down and sat right next to me when there were FOUR empty seats on my other side as well as other empty seats in the vicinity. Then she proceeded to jab me with her elbow as she feverishly sent numerous text messages. Finally, I scooted over a seat and she gave me “the look.” Whatever girlfriend, I like my personal space.
A friend sent me this link. I have one word to describe this video. CRAZY!
Yes, I’m a virgin!
I hate going to the doctor’s in Toronto. Since I don’t have a family doctor here, that usually means going to a walk-in clinic and waiting hours, only to be rushed out after 10 minutes with the doctor. Not that having a family doctor was so much better, at least for me.
The family doctor I had back home had been my doctor since I was a kid. I hadn’t seen him for years. I was in my teens when I had to pay him a visit again.
I was about 14 years old at the time. After telling him what I was there for, he then asked me if I was sexually active. I said no. He preceded to ask me the same question again but in several different ways. “Do you have a boyfriend? So you’ve never had sex before? Are you a virgin?” Yes damnit! I’m a virgin. How many different ways do I have to tell you? He then gives me some tests and a perscription and sends me on my way.
I go back for a for a follow-up and find out that he had given me a chlamydia test. My mouth drops open and the nurse says reassuringly, “Don’t worry. The test came back negative.”
Duh genius, I’m a virgin, remember?
So fast forward a couple of years….I think I was about 17/18 by then and I went back to the doctor for a really bad cold. The first question he asked me was “Are you sexually active?”
I’m thinking, what the hell does that have to do with me coughing and sniffling? I tell him no, I am not sexually active. He then goes through his requisite list of questions. “So you’ve never had sex before? Are you a virgin? Do you have a boyfriend?”
What the hell! Do you have any cough medicine? Antibiotics? That’s what I came for! Not the 3rd degree about my nonexistent sex life. This is not an afterschool special. He didn’t give me any STD tests that time, just some medicine that didn’t work.
I understand that asking personal questions is part of identifying your ailments but he started to creep me out. He seemed a little toooo obsessed with tracking my experience into “womanhood.”
Shortly after that, I found a new family doctor. He only asked me the “sexually active” question when it was pertinent to the visit. And even then, he only asked me once.
Oh yeah, he also gave me the proper medicine to get rid of that nasty cold.
** work update**
I think they knew that my plan was to do as little work as possible before I leave because I’ve been boggled down with “plant coordinating,” photocopying my brains out (I’m covered in paper cuts), faxing and setting up meetings. Only 2 more days to go!
“Multiculturalism” is a sham!
I was chatting with a friend of mine last night when she alerted me to a special on TV about immigration. Between watching that and Black.White., it got me thinking about what it would be like to live your life without thinking about the color of your skin. Living without a stigma attached to your ethnicity.
The first time I went to NY (before 9-11) I was going through security at the airport and was asked to show my ID. When I gave the officer my Canadian citizenship card, he looked at it and asked me if I was Vietnamese. I said yes, without hesitation, since I am Vietnamese. After hearing my answer, his eyes bulged out of his head and his voice rose a few notches and he said, “WHAT?! Get over there!!” I don’t know what would have happened if I went “over there” but I clicked back into reality and feverishly claimed “Oh! Oh! I’m Canadian!!” He then lowered his voice, said okay and sent me in the opposite direction where everyone else went.
Later, I realized that my Canadian citizenship card does not state that I am anything other than Canadian. So why did this guy have to ask me if I was anything else other than Canadian?
(Canadians do not need a passport to travel to the US, but that may change soon)
My hometown is quite close to the border, a mere 15 minute drive. When I was a kid, my dad and I used to drive across the border to get milk and gas (and an ice cream cone for me). It was a given that every time we went, we had to show our Canadian ID. I thought it was customary….until I went across the border with a White friend and her family. I was around 14/15 years old by this time and had grown quite accustomed to showing my ID. I was prepared and brought my trusty Canadian citizenship card with me. I asked my friend where hers was and she replied with surprise. “What is that??” she said, “We never show any ID when we cross the border. “
I thought for sure this chick was crazy but sure enough, when we got to the border, they let us through without showing ID. That was the first and last time I was afforded that curtesy.
Another time, I crossed the border with two of my girlfriends, on our way to the airport. We joked around about it, saying that for sure we would be searched because between an Asian, Black and Native Indian girl, one of us was going to cause suspicion. It may have started off as a joke but when we did get stopped, it wasn’t funny anymore when we saw that all the people that were being pulled over were people of colour, in a town that’s approximately 80% White.
Since then I’ve driven across the border many times and not only have I had to show ID every time, I’ve also been “randomly” selected on numerous occasions to be searched. (How come I can’t “randomly” win the lottery as many times?)
I could go on all day about my experiences and the experiences of those around me but my point is, while I don’t have an immediate answer on how to stop racism, the first and most important step towards change is to admit it exists instead of trying to gloss over it with rationalizations and catch phrases like “multiculturalism” and “melting pot.”
We can’t solve a problem if we don’t acknowlege that it exists.
Mama Knowles got some explaining to do
Why does Rihanna look more like Beyonce’s sister than Solange does?
Beyonce, Solange and Beyonce, Rihanna
Or is Jay-Z’s protege being made to look like Beyonce?
Solange’s bigger lower lip actually makes her look more like……Kelly??
Or perhaps it is merely a coincidence. Check out the videos and decide for yourself.
S.O.S – Rihanna vs. Crazy in Love – Beyonce
If It’s Lovin’ That You Want - Rihanna vs. Baby Boy – Beyonce
(see original pictures on these sites)
http://forums.sohh.com/showthread.php?t=611300
http://www.alloy.com/article/view/253
http://www.love-destiny.net/
http://www.absolutely.net/
Stabbed over a bus ticket?!
I know TTC (Toronto Transit Commission) increased the fare but dang! It’s not that serious!
Teen killed over bus ticket
“An argument over a bus ticket may have led to the stabbing death of a teenage boy at a North York shopping plaza yesterday. The victim, believed to have been a 17-year-old student of Downsview Secondary School, was found in a pool of blood beside a coffee shop as hundreds of teens headed home from school. …The young victim, who was wearing a white shirt and black pants, identified as the uniform worn by Downsview students, was pronounced dead at Sunnybrook health centre. He had apparently been stabbed in the back more than once.” (Toronto Star)
That is very sad.
Did I mention that I hate my job?
I have seven more working days (actually, six and a half) to bitch about this job and I plan on doing just that.
Aside from counting and coordinating plants, I have yet another, ever so important task of SORTING EMAILS. The lady who terrorizes me with countless plant projects also put me in charge of sorting her 1000+ emails dating back to 2004…yes 2004. I don’t even know why she has emails that old, considering she made one of the previous temps sort her emails too.
I probably shouldn’t post about work while I’m at work since someone from the IT department might be able to watch me type this over the intranet or something. Ha! Oh well, what are they going to do? Fire me?? Oh yeah, I already quit.
By the way, I have a degree in Psychology and Communications and I’m sitting here sorting emails.
7 more days with the current work boyfriend. He won’t stop with his bullshit, even as I roll my eyes when he speaks to me. “I used to model, I was a basketball star, this guy don’t like me cause he likes my girl, I don’t pay when I go to clubs, my friends are in the music biz, my other friend owns a clothing store, this girl hit on me, that girl hit on me.” Blah blah blah.
Not only am I not impressed, I don’t believe half of the crap that comes spewing out of his mouth. Why can’t he just talk to me like a normal human being instead of trying to big himself up all the time? If he isn’t boasting about something, he is whining about his girlfriend. I know I studied psychology but I have no desire to be his psychologist.
I’m always complaining about work boyfriends but it’s not just the men, there are plenty of women here that piss me off too. Maybe I’m just not a people person…
I shouldn’t complain though because it could definately be a lot worse. I read an article in the Toronto Star a while back about immigrants coming to Canada with degrees and doctorates that end up working menial jobs because their education is not worth much here. There was this one woman that was a rocket scientist in her home country and is now working at a Cinnabon in a subway station. Talk to your cab drivers. I’m sure there’s a couple of rocket scientists and neurologists driving cabs in North America.
Check out these links if you want more info:
http://www.canadiancontent.net/forums/about5010.html
http://list.web.net/archives/cassa-prompt/2005-February.txt
**Work boyfriend just said he wants to take me to lunch before I leave. Now I feel bad for complaining about him. But I’m not even that nice to him. If I was him, I wouldn’t talk to me. Maybe he’s just really bored.**
I’m Free!!!
Almost.
The webmaster program has been approved and I am outta here!!
I just gave my notice today. The countdown begins.
If anybody needs a web designer, hit me up!!
You can’t be short AND cheap
I was thinking about my ghosts of dating past and thought of this guy I met in university. Technically we didn’t “date,” it was more of a friendship. But anyway, on with the story.
When I say this guy is short… I mean dude is SHORT. I am 5 feet tall and I could see into his eyes. But we had some great conversation. One day, I called him to tell him I had quit my job on a whim because my manager was racist so he offered to take me to dinner to talk about it.
I wasn’t sure if it was a date or just friends having dinner, so I wasn’t sure if he was going to foot the bill. I know some guys that will pay regardless, while others only pay if there are romantic implications so I figured I’ll just watch his body language when the bill comes.
Dum-da-dum! The bill comes. He starts fidgeting and getting all nervous. The conversation comes to a halt as he pretends he can’t see the bill. I guess that means we are going Dutch.
Under other circumstances, I may have felt different but I had spent most of the evening talking about how and why I quit my job and how I needed to find something soon because rent was coming around, etc, etc. This guy invited me to go out, had two jobs at the time AND lived with moms so regardless of the male/female dynamics, if that was my friend, I would have paid.
Anyway, he finally acknowledges the bill and asks me for half (even though his dish costed more and he ate half of my food) but I didn’t feel like making a stink about it. He scoops up my cash and goes and pays with his bank card. Hmmmpf.
A couple weeks after that, he calls me to invite me to the movies. I was prepared to pay for myself this time so I accepted thinking that I knew what I was getting into. While we are in line at the theatre to pay for our tickets, we start off standing side by side. As we get closer to the ticket booth, this mudasucka starts inching slowly behind me. I thinking DAMNIT! I’m already planning on paying for myself so you don’t need to be acting all stupid. So I inch back to resume standing side by side so we can continue the conversation. But as I inch back, he inches back to stay safely behind me. Okay, if we both keep playing this game we are going to end up at the end of the line so I just left him behind me and went to pay for my ticket.
Now that the paying part was over, I thought that we could finally relax and just enjoy the movie and not worry about who’s paying for what. But Mr. Short ‘n’ Cheap announces that he’s SOOOOOOO hungry. Theatres always jack up their prices so at a regular KFC, something might cost five dollars but at the theatre, the same thing will be damn near ten dollars! So now we are moving from place to place as he surveys the prices and he finally says “I’m just going to get a drink.”
All this fidgeting and creeping to avoid paying for me was annoying enough but to be cheap regarding your OWN hunger??? That is just wrong.
I’m glad I ate before I met up with him. Come to think of it, I’m suprised he didn’t ask me for gas money…
I hate plants
So I was planning on posting about something else today but all I can think about is going back to work tommorrow. I’ve had four glorious days off (I work in the government so I get today – Monday – off as well). Back to counting plants and other menial tasks.
I’m trying to get into this webmaster program that is supposed to start next month but the last time I talked to the coordinator, she said things were looking good but they still need a couple more students to enroll before they can approve the course. If anyone is interested in web design and lives in the Toronto area, go here and register.
I want to quit my job so bad and just say “later bitches!” but I might need a reference.
Ok, just had to get that off my chest.
Nine to Fivers
I got these from a forward so I’m not sure where these pictures originally came from so if these are your pictures, don’t sue me!!!
Anyway, for those people who have to work 9-5 office jobs like myself, this one’s for you!
Happy Monday!!!
