Naoko Chan !
Friday, May 25, 2007
Naoko Chan !
Saturday, May 19, 2007
Monday, May 14, 2007
It's an unconscious and, in my mind, a perfectly normal reaction to a humourous recollection, and I'm quite sure it happens to everyone at least once in their lifetime (unless of course you are my old music teacher who probably thought any expression/form/sign of happiness was a sign of blasphemy that should be "plucked out of the repulsive child until it is non -existent").
And yet, people will look at you, and take another long hard look at you, and will then decide that you're one of Mother Nature's experiments gone all wrong. They will then proceed to skiddadle/scatter/flee as far away as possible from you. Unless of course they are Alpha Morons, in which case they'd think you're smiling at them because they are "so hot" and hence there would be no getting rid of them.This has happened to me on a number of occasions, and my smile usually tends to widen when I realise what a reaction I'm causing (to normal people, not Alpha Morons)! I also tend to get a two-seater on the bus/train all to myself as a result, so I must say it is extremely advantageous to smile and continue to smile throughout your journey. Practice is of course required. Stamina is also required, or those cheeks will ache like crazy after a few minutes. And the more genuinely loony you can make that smile, the better chances you have of a trouble-free, non jam-packed journey. Insanity is just a stone's throw away, my friends! :-)
Sunday, May 13, 2007
And so, over the next few days, as I try to figure out how to work the treadmills, elliptical and rowing machines, I notice something a bit odd. About the guys in particular. They're all extremely competitive...even if they don't know each other.
For example, I can pass by in the morning and have my usual little dollop with the treadmill, and I'll see this guy pumping weights that look bigger than him. I can pass by that same afternoon to have a drink and watch something on their huge TV, and the same little fellow will be there, still pumping weights, still (trying) to maintain a calm, hey-this-doesn't-hurt-a-bit posture.
I don't even know anymore if they just do it for the chicks. I mean, it could (and has probably) reached the point where if a woman asked the guy out, he'd say "Sorry, lady, no can do....I have commitments, you know.....weights....WEIGHTS....WHERE ARE MY F***-ing WEIGHTS!!!"
I can be there on the eliptical machine looking around at intervals and I'll see these same guys casting envious glances at their fellow "competitors", trying to outclass them in every possible way..... grabbing weights while the other is reaching for the same ones, and (yes, I have actually seen this happen), argue who can drink the most water during intervals.
Guys, just three words.....GET OVER IT. :-)
Friday, May 11, 2007
When I'm still waiting for the acceptence letters from CUNY Baruch and Temple University, today I received a letter from St John's University.
Dear Ms. XXX (call me Fish)
Welcome to St. John's University!
And I think I got accepted as a transfer student but under the condition that I have to major in B.A or Professional Studies. So, is this consider as a good news? O.o"
But anyway, Queens is not very far away from my house, maybe I should consider it.