bonding sessions

It's funny how men who normally can't stand each other's company, men who don't normally mingle or talk, can easily forget their animosity or indifference towards each other when it comes to sports.  In this case, it's basketball. 

Every guy in our office floor was inside the pantry watching the ball game this afternoon, paying no heed that it was still business hours.  Shouting every once in a while their exuberance or annoyance for each good or bad move the players made. 

Men seem to bond more easily than women.  Just give them a ballgame, a couple bottles of beer or a chance to ogle at hot women (even better, both) and they're set.   For the life of me, I could never understand how they do that.  Because if it were me, I'd just sit there and watch the game silently.  But then I'm not a man.

At times I envy the kind of easy rapport they seem to be able to build with other people so easily…even for a short period of time.  It usually takes me a couple of meetings or conversations before I warm up to a person.  Even then, I still come off aloof or at times, snobbish.  It doesn't bother me really, what other people think of me.  But sometimes I wish I could be like a man, to just be able to connect easily with others over something as basic as a basketball game.

morbid thoughts

I have developed this nasty habit of eating lunch on the couch so that I could surf the net and watch TV at the same time.  I know.  Horrible, horrible.  But it saves me time (I say in a whining voice)…multitasking is the way to go these days. 

So there I was this morning sitting on my couch, feeling proud of myself.  I had managed to get a full 8 hours' sleep, wake up early enough and do 4 laps.  I was having lunch while watching TV while waiting for some stuff I was downloading when suddenly my throat tightens.  It  was deja vu as I recalled in a flash the dream I had last night.  I had dreamt that I was choking on a piece of meat.  Of course in my dream, I just pulled it out of my throat effortlessly…but that's another story.

I was choking and I was alone.  I was gonna die alone.  And no one will probably notice I was even dead.  Unless of course my sister decides to come home for the weekend…which had like a 50-50 chance of happening.  Or my other sister suddenly decides to give me a ring (she always calls at the most inopportune times) but then she probably won't think the worse since I always miss her calls.  At the very least it'd be 4 hours before my boyfriend realizes something was wrong when I don't show up for work.  And that would be such an embarrassment when they finally find me…maybe if I'm lucky, about 6 hours or so later?  Because I'd be all bug-eyed and purple (this is probably one of those times that I won't like the color).  EWH.   

I really should stop gorging on nachos before I go to bed.

Anyway, a piece of meat (now how eerie is that??) had lodged itself in my throat and seemed to like it there.  It took me a minute or two (believe me, that momen felt like eternity) before I managed to dislodge it by thumping hard on my chest.  I seriously don't know if that helps but it seemed to do the trick.  After that I was almost afraid to continue eating.  But of course, it was lunch and I was hungry.  Need I say more?