Saturday, June 01, 2002

the date: june 1st.
the time: 330 AM.
the problem: i'm sick and yet i refuse to sleep.
the reason: i am addicted to my new computer.

my eyes are bloodshot, and my head hurts. there is a pain whenever i swallow. the cure? go on to my computer while watching SNL reruns (currently, Lothar the Hill People is on... i don't think anyone really remembers Mike Myers as Lothar, or Dana Carvey as Lyle the Effeminate Homosexual). On another channel is Wild on E!, a show on how people live this carefree partying life reminding me the life i will never live. A world where hot girls in bikinis (and sometimes even less) are ubiquitous and the norm. "A normal day - is JUST a normal day at the exclusive water dance party on Ibiza" says host Brooke Burke (another person who reminds me that i will forever remain a geek and not a stud). What a job... just traveling around the world documenting the worlds greatest parties and resorts. Anyone ever been to the island of Mauritius, where you can just run into swimsuit models left and right while going underwater scuba diving in crystal clear water or petting wild monkeys? Brooke Burke and the Wild on E! crew has. Twice.

in any case, i should be going to bed. it's almost 4 am. so before i turn this computer off... here's a quick thought:

what does "are you sure?" really mean?

here's an example:

scenario1:
#1: hey, do you mind if i borrow your homework?
#2: umm... actually, i'm not sure if i should.
#1: oh... okay, no problem at all.
#2: well... i guess you could.
#1: no no, it's okay.
#2: no, i'm sorry, it's just stupid homework anyways.
#1: oh... well... are you sure?
#2: yeah, i'm sure... it's cool.

scenario 2:
#1: how much did the check come out to?
#2: no, don't worry about it, i got it this time.
#1: what? don't be ridiculous. how much is the total.
#2: haha, no, i got it man. it's my treat.
#1: well... are you sure?
#2: yeah, of course. no problem.

what are you supposed to say after "are you sure?" it's the resolver. it's the situation killer. it's the dispute ender. the gavel. you get the point.

when is being courteous and polite not really benig courteous and polite? by the way, these are really hypothetical situations and don't really constitute how i feel at this time.
just a quick thought, that's all.

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