Mmmm whatcha say... mmm that you only meant well? Well of course you did.

Today I looked up the Ms Magazine that Thong told me to check out. Very feminist magazine indeed. However, there is something that bothered me. The magazine used a lot of the color pink. The color that represents females. But who was it, that set this precedent? That declared that blue is a man's color and pink is a woman's? Since Ms Magazine use this color substantially, it's purpose is to point out women's strength, persistence, as well as women's pride. However, using this color furthers the difference between men and women. It sets them apart, and hence still alienates women and makes them inferior to men. Because they overly use this color, they are accepting the precedent that was set by the people of the past. They are accepting their role in society. And hence, they will never be truly equal.

Shabu, can you imagine what Gender Feud would be like if the girls instead decided to use the color blue. It would be shocking, unexpected, but of course, they'll get the message across. It doesn't necessarily mean they want to be like the guys. Freud's principal of penis envy is way off. -_-

Anyway, while I was eating today, a question suddenly plagued my mind. Why is it that Asians mostly use chopsticks and Americans and Caucasians use forks? It dawned to me that Asians generally use chopsticks because they live in a collectivist society. Hence, everything they do revolves around family activities. And when they eat, the food is laid out on the table. They don't have individual meals. And with chopsticks, they can reach across the table to get to the dish they want. On the contrary, American and European societies are individualistic. Each time they eat, each person has his own plate. They don't need to reach across the table - unless it's to pass the pepper or salt. And so, they use fork. Well, it's just a thought. I have no idea what's the real reason. Probably because it's in their culture. But that goes back to the types of societies.

Today I gave Tata away Shabu. It wasn't what I wanted to do. But hey, it's the best thing for her. A lot better than staying in the the heated patio everyday. A lot better than sleeping in the cold. A lot better than running the wheel without a soul watching her. And a lot better than to spend the days and nights alone because her owner can't play with her. And so, I gave her to my next door neighbor. They have kids that can entertain her and play with her. They have a teenager that can take care of her. And they have a house that can shelter her. I think I made the right decision. As a bonus, if I ever miss her, I can just knock on the door and visit her.

The Animal Care person came today to give us a fine for Dobie's barking too. Though he's still a puppy - he's supposed to bark. And it turns out that the lady all the way across the street complained. I mean, I find it funny that none of our neighbors complained. But she did. She must have very keen ears. -__- And she also recommended to use the shock collar on Dobie. I'll never do that. You'll forever lose his trust. And, it's just not right for a dog not to bark. So we exchanged numbers. Each time Dobie barks, she'll call. Then we'll go quiet him down or something.

Brian's banana came today. It's a lot prettier than in the picture. And it's super soft. LOL Nanette wanted to keep it. Dad found it odd that I ordered a 30 inch banana. And Nancy asked if they sell bigger ones. Hahaha. I think Brian will like it.

I ended the day with a talk with Thong. It's not cool. He had me worried the entire day. He didn't call and he didn't pick up the five times I called him. Nancy told me that he was probably just tired and he sleeping the day away. Apparently, he was sleeping and watching TV most of the day. Besides his scholarship thing, that's all he's done. So I was disappointed. And mad that he didn't at least call to say he was okay and whatnot.

He had a talk with his mom that motivated him to work harder. And when he told me about it, I was glad that he's going to start working harder. But then I thought about it. He said that from now on, school comes before play. And that does make sense. But I don't know why I was a bit down. I brought up his four year plan. Break up for four years and meet up afterward. All of a sudden, that plan didn't seem as stupid as the one he brought up a couple months back. But at the same time, I felt as though I brought that up to make him feel what I was feeling.

And suddenly, I had a player mentality. I don't know what came over me. But it suddenly hit me. And I told him. Maybe I was trying to get even? At what, I'm not even sure. But it seemed as though I changed for a bit into someone I didn't even know. To go out and try many things before I make a decision to settle down. To date a lot of people before I find the right guy. It was simply strange. But somehow, by the end of the conversation, the thing fixed itself. And it ended with sweet talks and playful flirtations.