U9O.net: You and I Know.

JOHN, KIM, ME, and two of Kim’s friends John and Jesus, were on our way to Club Elan when I noticed a police car next to me. Perhaps subconsciously, or perhaps not, I slowed down, and the police car slowed down as well, and when I made the turn into Club Elan, he sirened at me.

I pulled over, rolling down my windows, taking out my insurance and registration, and asked John I should do anything else.

“Turn on your dome light.” he said, looking a bit worried, no doubt thinking about the joint I was carrying on my right jacket pocket. I did, and put my hands on the steering wheel.

The police officer walked out of the car, a hand on his holster, and his left holding a utlitarian maglight. He shined the light into my face.

“License and registration.”

I gave it to him.

He studied it for a moment and asked me a barrage of questions.

“Mr. Oh, do you have any outstanding warrents or are you on parole?”

“No sir.”

“Have you ever been arrested.”

“No sir.”

“Where are you going?”

“Club Elan sir.”

“Isn’t that 21 and over?”

“No sir.”

“How old are you?”

“I’m 20 sir, and turning 21 in a week.” I gave him a big smile after that. He frowned and then shined the light into my eyes.

“Do you wear contact lens?”

“Yes sir.” My contact lens make my eyes look dilated.

“I see.”

I asked, “Is there a reason for pulling me over sir?”

The police officer answered after a moment, “Your tinted windows. I’m not going to cite you, you can go now.”

My hand subconsciously went to my right pocket, feeling the joint i had.

The police officer went off on his way. And I let myself breathe a sigh of relief.

To critique to the post mentioned by theresa.

Online relationships are fufilling yes. They provide as many benefits to our need for social bond as do “real-life” friends, but within the framework of the online comes with the power to lie, control the flow of information, and to withhold facts that generally might not slip by from a “real-life” friend.

because oftentimes, you can be anyone you want to be, regardless of your real strengths and weaknesses. i know of some people who live to be an online therapist, conversing for hours on end about a distant problem oceans away.

i’m different in that i have strict standards for friends, and i must trust them completely before i call them (in my head) as a friend. i test their response to stimuli, poke and prod their psyche, say things which are perplexing to see how they react, and above all i trust my “real-life” intuition– the way they react to a remark, their slips of tongues, the way they laugh at different kinds of jokes.

for what we say and what we do in real life is completely different, and that also goes for what we say and how we look at things, and what we say and how we feel, and what we say and how we think we feel– i could go on.

regardless, what we get online is what the other person says. we are missing about 90% of the subtle nuances that make someone like another person. it’s correct– it’s childish to view shallow physical relationships more fufilling than a deeply intellectual/fufilling/emotional online relationship.

but i still think that a deeply intellectual/fufilling/emotional real-life relationship kicks the ass of the online one.

Dear Theresa:

I’m sorry I didn’t get to hang with you during your stay at california. if you went online i’m sure i would have imed you from work, and its my fault i didn’t communicate with you. as you know, my cell phone is still dead (but this will be rectified in a week or so). work is just too tiring, and i haven’t been doing much of everything lately. in fact, i’ve put on some embarassing pounds in the wrong spots due to my lack of participation in the underground dance scene. i tried running a mile and a half and i felt super tired and winded afterwards.

well, i hope you still have the comics, especialy the thing about the small packages– i find that amusing, and i look back at it to get a laugh every now and then. you should post it on your site, it’s fucking hilarious! drawing while I’m on some weed and vicodin is the shiznit.

have you changed your IM lately? i haven’t seen you online at all. maybe you should IM me sometime yes?

-dave

Nothing much as been going on with me, but special thanks to Rijah– your entry on my guestbook was very touching. That single line, “I stilll visit the site everyday.” actually was the one line that made me want to blog again. I read your site almost everyday and you are a good person. it’s actually very funny because i was so into my hit count during the summer but in the span of a couple of months i’ve gone from enthusiastic to old time jaded and i could give a fuck if my hit count is about 10 a day right now.

As for me, I’ve had very little free time because of my new job, which kicks ass. Unlimited cokes in the fridge, a T1 connection, unlimited microwaveable food, very loose guidelines on smoking weed at work, very flexible hours, benefits, and doing things i love to do. unfortunately, it also means i have about an hour of free time a day, which i spend tired.

i added mark and nicole to my links– i’ve been meaning to do that for awhile, it’s just that i basically stopped blogging when i had nothing left to say.

fizzle and sparkle to me

tell me the day when i’m can say that

everything dear to me is away like

glimmers of movies in the reflection

bouncing off the water tension

with satisfaction and a hint of trepidation

i know who i am but do you know who you are.

To everyone who read this:

Yes, I’ve been on hiatus. My apologies. And I’ll leave my blogless state with a splash, but I don’t know when exactly. And my blog will be in somewhat a different format.