Today we celebrate five, a whole, complete number and a stepping stone to many more.

Five is...for fighting. For the British Security Service. For those individual fingers that make a solid hand.

You know how they say communication is so important? So is honesty. (Well I suppose they go hand in hand.)

I remember reading once — and I swear by this everyday — you will always have a hundred different reasons not to do something, and only one reason to do it. This is true of honesty as well. It's just so damned easy to lie. "I'll be there in 5 minutes (while I'm 20 minutes away not counting traffic but what the hey)", "I'll give it to you tomorrow! (pssh, yea like that's going to happen)", "Ofcourse I think it's okay darling! (OMG ARE YOU CRAZY, IT'S DISGUSTING?!)", and so on and so forth. In relationships, this is doubly, triply true, as in life. How easy is it to just push things away, just to deal with it later. A lot of times, the simplest thought is, well, what harm can it do anyway?

I was confronted with this a while ago. Having not told a certain someone a piece of information that could alter things, I chose to tell her. On what was probably the worst possible day to do it. I hadn't gotten a real chance to open the conversation up before then, but it was still my fault, and while I hadn't deliberately misled, that didn't make it excusable. This wasn't trying to clear my conscience and be a savior. It was about someone I trusted knowing the truth.

I merely asked myself one question: Did she need to know? Yes. It meant only one thing. It was now.

Two days later, when we moved past it, I went back and realized if anything, I wish I'd told her sooner. Tonight, by showing me how honest she really is, I feel worse about what I had done then. How I should never have let it get so late.

He pretended to read the paper, all the while staring at the escalators to see if she was coming down. He tried not looking too eager.

They drove back, him in silence, her chatting away about recent occurrences with the friend she just met. He liked listening to her. Besides, he was too excited and jumpy deep down — he didn't know why — and he didn't want to show it.

When he gave her the tour, she kept looking out the window. He kept trying to get her attention back, even using orange juice as an excuse.

When he sat down, the only thought in his mind was to have her sit next to him.

When she did, his brain was pounding. Oddly enough, his heart wasn’t stressed at all. It knew exactly where it wanted to be — there.

He couldn't focus on what she was saying. He had no idea what he was thinking or wanted to do, but at the same time, he knew. She reminded him, days later, that she was telling him how she wakes up every morning at 7 a.m. The only thing he remembers is swooping in. And the look in her gorgeous eyes — before and forever after.

Yesterday, it was three.

Dedicated to a certain reader who likes posts with the 'musings' tag.

Issac Newton contributed three laws to Physics, Orion's belt is made up of three stars, Hinduism believes in a Trinity (creator, preserver & destroyer, called the Trimurti).

Yup, everything from science to religion, and astronomy in between likes the number three.

This point comprises three lines, yup, three.

Picture the scene. Your big corporate meeting, people flying down from Europe for a day. Let's all meet they said. We insist we have everyone. Schedule for late Thursday afternoon? Super.

I coordinate with a local contact to attend. Oh, I can't make it, I have to pick up my kids Thursday afternoon. Right. How about a different time? Yea, that's fine.

My battery proceeded to die in the evening. So he called me, and I missed it. Around 10 p.m., when I got around to checking e-mail, I see a "I was expecting a call from you." There was another e-mail regarding a project our companies were partnering on. I had an issue with it, and it was urgent, so I replied questioning his e-mail.

His response five minutes later: "I did not hear back from you regarding the meeting." I replied I did not get a confirmation so I will get back to him on that in morning. And well, you didn't answer my question.

I message him after the meeting was confirmed in the morning. He proceeds to call me and say "This is why I was trying to call you yesterday. I can't make the new time" Eh, what now?!

Read the rest of this post »

Sometimes they say one down, two to go.
But it's actually two down.

Sometimes one is never enough,
Sometimes one is more than.

Sometimes two is too many,
Sometimes two is better than.

"And I'm thinking two, two is better than one."

(picture credit: BeanTownBoogieDown. Appropriate picture, even more appropriate Web site name :P)

Right, so my post refers to this article, written about this event. It's fairly obvious from the comments section of the article that I felt rather strongly about the way it was written, because it represented very poor journalism on various grounds. Rather than go point by point on the issues I had with the article (I tried starting the post that way, but boy did it get too long), I've decided to approach it from another angle.

Before I do that, let me start by saying I did not agree at all with the policy in question. Refusing entry — based on clothing, especially if that clothing has cultural or religious significance — to a networking event, isn't right. I don't know if the venue should have been different, or something. To be honest, it's a bit of a double-edged sword: the law attempts to protect the culture and us, as humans, want to be treated equally and not denied entry to networking events. 

If you don't know them already, allow me to introduce you to the Society of Professional Journalists. I'll let you read on-line what the organization stands for, but I'm going to bring up, in detail, their code of ethics.

Read the rest of this post »

I love the way you eat in relish;

I love the way you work in concentration'

I love the way you smile in happiness;

I the way you sleep next to me in peace.

 

And oh, I love you, too.