So I was late for work, and ran fo the bus. Breathless, I got in, after noticing that the hanidcapped, limping, bearded guy on our floor is going to campus. He sat in his usual chair (reserved for disabled) next to the conductor, and I strolled passed, towards the middle of the bus (my favourite seat).
The bus was early so it waited at the station. I just glanced sullenly in front of me, trying to remeber what was I supposed to do in my morning project. My right eye corner vision caught some movement, and sure enough, here he was, limping towards me (of course, who else?) arghhh tough luck.
I was polite, except he said something I did not understand. So I mde him repeat it 5 times..yes, 5 times..then I realized he was saying something like:
I just wanted to say that you look sexy with you hair back and your jeans"...WOW, well, take that for a morning horny dude...
The very annoyed person in my head said:
"and what about my top? Or were you just staring at my butt?"
I said I was polite, so I said (flashing my teeth and all):
" Thank you, that's sweet"
Now I hope the ppor guy does not get the wrong idea.
Why can't the cute guy living next door to Josh say that? Well, I need to sneak up on him when he does his laundry...
Monday, May 09, 2005
Thursday, May 05, 2005
Did you say heavy sleep?
Wake up! wake up!
Well...so much for that. I woke up one morning, went to the bathroom and discovered (gasp!) everything was soaked, drenched: the toilet rug, the bathtub rug...That sure woke me up..
Then later that evening my dear sister told me the story. She had to wake up so early that her system didn't agree too much with that. So while she attempted to take a shower, her sleepy head was still in a world of cotton clouds and warm bedsheets. When she turned around, she saw the whole bathroom, which should have been blocked by the (arghhh!) shower curtain...How a sleepy head can do tricks to you.
So she tried to twist the rugs to get the water out of them....good idea right? Well, trouble was...she did it outside, on the bathroom floor, not in the bathtube...so now the floor was soaked..LOL
Anyway, since the weather is gloomy and the sun is not sharing its beautiful warm rays with us, those bath rugs are still trying to dry ..in the living room...
So wake up! wake up!
Well...so much for that. I woke up one morning, went to the bathroom and discovered (gasp!) everything was soaked, drenched: the toilet rug, the bathtub rug...That sure woke me up..
Then later that evening my dear sister told me the story. She had to wake up so early that her system didn't agree too much with that. So while she attempted to take a shower, her sleepy head was still in a world of cotton clouds and warm bedsheets. When she turned around, she saw the whole bathroom, which should have been blocked by the (arghhh!) shower curtain...How a sleepy head can do tricks to you.
So she tried to twist the rugs to get the water out of them....good idea right? Well, trouble was...she did it outside, on the bathroom floor, not in the bathtube...so now the floor was soaked..LOL
Anyway, since the weather is gloomy and the sun is not sharing its beautiful warm rays with us, those bath rugs are still trying to dry ..in the living room...
So wake up! wake up!
Tuesday, May 03, 2005
Fire ! Fire!
On Sunday night I was reminded of another fire incident that happened 3 years ago. Time flies by but that episode is carved forever in my head. Sunday evening, the single fire alarm in our apartment started to ring like mad when I popped out of the oven my slightly burned apple & pear pie. Being in an 11 stories building, I was dreading the evacuation of hundreds of people, and the reproaches of the firemen (whoam I sure are not even cute). But we managed to stop the alarm by waving a fan beneath the litle gadget.
Now that was easy! Well 3 years ago, it unfortunately happened as smoothly. First of all, it was winter (January) and it was a 3 stories dormitory. The spring semester was starting the next day and most students have come back from their Christmas holidays. I was sharing room 341 with my German-Argentinian friend who was still not back from the break. So I went to the reception dinner at the Cranwell Center to welcome the new international students arrived for the spring semester. There were not many of them but that was where I met my good scottish friend and my good mexican friend. We had fun, with all the other orientations mentors, and around 8-9pm, my german friend and his girlfriend drove me back to the dorm.
While parking, we could hear an alarm ringing, and we all joked that someone must have had a really heavy sleep because that alarm was so loud. Then upon climbing the stairs, I realized in horror that the alarm is coming from my room and that smoke was coming out from underneath the door! We all rushed in like crazy to open the door, and found that the bottom of one of my plastic drawer was in flame, and that the smoke was all over the place. My German friend took off the batteries from the alarm device to stop it from yelling. By then, the window was open and the fire extinguished under the sink, but unfortunately, the whole building alarm went off as well! I was petrified! I hated to run outside naked with only a towel in the January weather, and I knew it was late enough for people to be in their showers.
But most of all, I would have to face the police, the firemen, and all those people evacuated outside...arghhh. In the meantime, I had to give a call to my other friends waiting for me to go bowling at Squires. SO I told them I couldnt because I had a problem. So they all decided to come to my room. So by the time we were outside waiting for the police and firemen (who took about 8min), I had to decide what to do. The officers went in, looked at a silly board with blinking lights, and immediately knew where the fire started.
So I went to talk to them, with the support of my dear friends, and told them all about it: I just stupidly forgot a candle on, and left it there for 2 hours. We all went to my room which was well ventilated by now, and I swear, all my friends were there. Kim from Cranwell came as well to support me, and my friends from the bowling place. They charge my german friend from shutting off the alarm device, and issued a probation for me. Fortunately nothing from the University was damaged. I had to appear to a court and all that. But with the great reference of Kim and my helpful german buddy, I ended up doing a poster for the dorm informing the students about the danger of fire and candles and allt hat stuff (very boring poster).
My whole head was spinning in fear. I thought I was finished because I was in the process of applying for graduate schoola dn didn't know if that probation business was going to show on my academic records..but Kim kindly reassured me and all was well...I couldnt sleep in my room that night. I was trembling all over the place and went to sleep at my indian friend's place.
Until now, Kim asks me if I 've had other pyrotechnic adventures..well, I make sure I leave nothing burning ever in the apartment since then. pffffff
Now that was easy! Well 3 years ago, it unfortunately happened as smoothly. First of all, it was winter (January) and it was a 3 stories dormitory. The spring semester was starting the next day and most students have come back from their Christmas holidays. I was sharing room 341 with my German-Argentinian friend who was still not back from the break. So I went to the reception dinner at the Cranwell Center to welcome the new international students arrived for the spring semester. There were not many of them but that was where I met my good scottish friend and my good mexican friend. We had fun, with all the other orientations mentors, and around 8-9pm, my german friend and his girlfriend drove me back to the dorm.
While parking, we could hear an alarm ringing, and we all joked that someone must have had a really heavy sleep because that alarm was so loud. Then upon climbing the stairs, I realized in horror that the alarm is coming from my room and that smoke was coming out from underneath the door! We all rushed in like crazy to open the door, and found that the bottom of one of my plastic drawer was in flame, and that the smoke was all over the place. My German friend took off the batteries from the alarm device to stop it from yelling. By then, the window was open and the fire extinguished under the sink, but unfortunately, the whole building alarm went off as well! I was petrified! I hated to run outside naked with only a towel in the January weather, and I knew it was late enough for people to be in their showers.
But most of all, I would have to face the police, the firemen, and all those people evacuated outside...arghhh. In the meantime, I had to give a call to my other friends waiting for me to go bowling at Squires. SO I told them I couldnt because I had a problem. So they all decided to come to my room. So by the time we were outside waiting for the police and firemen (who took about 8min), I had to decide what to do. The officers went in, looked at a silly board with blinking lights, and immediately knew where the fire started.
So I went to talk to them, with the support of my dear friends, and told them all about it: I just stupidly forgot a candle on, and left it there for 2 hours. We all went to my room which was well ventilated by now, and I swear, all my friends were there. Kim from Cranwell came as well to support me, and my friends from the bowling place. They charge my german friend from shutting off the alarm device, and issued a probation for me. Fortunately nothing from the University was damaged. I had to appear to a court and all that. But with the great reference of Kim and my helpful german buddy, I ended up doing a poster for the dorm informing the students about the danger of fire and candles and allt hat stuff (very boring poster).
My whole head was spinning in fear. I thought I was finished because I was in the process of applying for graduate schoola dn didn't know if that probation business was going to show on my academic records..but Kim kindly reassured me and all was well...I couldnt sleep in my room that night. I was trembling all over the place and went to sleep at my indian friend's place.
Until now, Kim asks me if I 've had other pyrotechnic adventures..well, I make sure I leave nothing burning ever in the apartment since then. pffffff
Wednesday, March 02, 2005
Confessions
I haven't seen a good romantic comedy lately. You know, one where the guy makes a love declaration so sweet it just brings tears to your eyes...and even guys wish they had that eloquence...anyway, well, I haven't seen anything of that sort lately.
Instead, I've seen a hot guy being rejected on tv (Jerry, so hot!), by a bachelorette who couldnt make up her mind..shame on her, but then again, what is she doing on tv? So I wonder, where are all those passionate, heart felt, enchanting, amazing words of love? Sure, flowers, chocolate, kneeling, a big diamond, or a kidney will do, but the most difficult thing to do still seems to express the feeling in words! (I guess the song "more than words" is not that 'extreme' anymore)...
I just need some inspiration because I am planning to use words as proof of caring. Trouble is I am not sure if I should do it at all, given that I am not sure I have the correct feelings....call it lust, infatuation, crush, anything you want. And I know it probably won't be the last. But I want to make sure I don't miss anything by just shutting up. I have less than 40 days to build up courage, and then I'll do the scariest thing I've ever done for a while.....pick up a guy..LOL
Go ME.
Instead, I've seen a hot guy being rejected on tv (Jerry, so hot!), by a bachelorette who couldnt make up her mind..shame on her, but then again, what is she doing on tv? So I wonder, where are all those passionate, heart felt, enchanting, amazing words of love? Sure, flowers, chocolate, kneeling, a big diamond, or a kidney will do, but the most difficult thing to do still seems to express the feeling in words! (I guess the song "more than words" is not that 'extreme' anymore)...
I just need some inspiration because I am planning to use words as proof of caring. Trouble is I am not sure if I should do it at all, given that I am not sure I have the correct feelings....call it lust, infatuation, crush, anything you want. And I know it probably won't be the last. But I want to make sure I don't miss anything by just shutting up. I have less than 40 days to build up courage, and then I'll do the scariest thing I've ever done for a while.....pick up a guy..LOL
Go ME.
Sunday, February 20, 2005
A beautiful poem
by W.H. Auden
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
Saturday, February 05, 2005
Thursday, February 03, 2005
Motion pictures: moving and colorful
I spent the afternoon watching a little movie that made all the tears well out of my body. The fact that I have been inhaling bleach while cleaning the bathroom before may explain the inconvenience. But I know it was mostly from being moved by a brilliant storytelling.
Hero
I will not explain the movie but merely attempt to describe its impression on me. One could identify multiple heroes in the story, but apparently the chinese character covers the plural as well. Maybe because all of them possess unique qualities, and any additional word or letter will not enrich or reveal any of those qualities.
The beginning of the movie sets the tone, when captions show that some are willing to die for love, a cause, a country, and some are all equally ready to kill for those. This prepares you for a great epic movie, with great battles between great armies. This movie does nothing of such. There is no single hero and multiple sidekicks. Instead, it shows you how simple individuals go through their life battling their past, desire of revenge, hardships of life. It shows you how someone would struggle to achieve a perfect martial arts move, or a great calligraphy on a scroll full of meanings. Even the advertised tyran with the huge army is found to be struggling to be understood and finding a way to accomplish his goal: to unify the land (China).
In the end, our conventional heroes face death peacefully and with the knowledge they have reached their goals of loving, teaching and understanding their obstacles. One hero is left to continue the mission of appeasing the Chinese land, after facing the pain of killing those who have helped him get there. It is a new approach to the becoming of a ruler.
combining all arts in this movie, it brings you despair and hope at the same time: Despair, for even with the greatest intentions (like the ruler), one would hurt close friends or peers' feelings and loose them; Why would anyone even try to help, explain, save, etc...? And hope because the photography, music, movements , and interactions reveal something worth trying.
Those landscapes, beautiful colors and slow motion details of leaves, rain drops and sand are the little details that are worth living for. And for an emotional girlie girl like me, it is the ultimate lesson that hopefully will bring me courage.
Quoting the Director of another great movie (Four Feathers):
"True courage is not the ability to face death. True courage is the ability to face life"
Hero
I will not explain the movie but merely attempt to describe its impression on me. One could identify multiple heroes in the story, but apparently the chinese character covers the plural as well. Maybe because all of them possess unique qualities, and any additional word or letter will not enrich or reveal any of those qualities.
The beginning of the movie sets the tone, when captions show that some are willing to die for love, a cause, a country, and some are all equally ready to kill for those. This prepares you for a great epic movie, with great battles between great armies. This movie does nothing of such. There is no single hero and multiple sidekicks. Instead, it shows you how simple individuals go through their life battling their past, desire of revenge, hardships of life. It shows you how someone would struggle to achieve a perfect martial arts move, or a great calligraphy on a scroll full of meanings. Even the advertised tyran with the huge army is found to be struggling to be understood and finding a way to accomplish his goal: to unify the land (China).
In the end, our conventional heroes face death peacefully and with the knowledge they have reached their goals of loving, teaching and understanding their obstacles. One hero is left to continue the mission of appeasing the Chinese land, after facing the pain of killing those who have helped him get there. It is a new approach to the becoming of a ruler.
combining all arts in this movie, it brings you despair and hope at the same time: Despair, for even with the greatest intentions (like the ruler), one would hurt close friends or peers' feelings and loose them; Why would anyone even try to help, explain, save, etc...? And hope because the photography, music, movements , and interactions reveal something worth trying.
Those landscapes, beautiful colors and slow motion details of leaves, rain drops and sand are the little details that are worth living for. And for an emotional girlie girl like me, it is the ultimate lesson that hopefully will bring me courage.
Quoting the Director of another great movie (Four Feathers):
"True courage is not the ability to face death. True courage is the ability to face life"
Tuesday, January 25, 2005
late night sport
I know what you're thinking. It could involve some panting and a lot of emotions, and foreplays, and two partners...well this one is a bit different.
I fell asleep watching the Australian open game, Federer vs. Agassi. It was like 4am and I couldn't keep my eyes open. So when I woke up, my eyes fell on this very odd program on ESPN2: Basscenter. it is a whole program with specials and breaking news, championships around the world (I doubt their meaning of world here), and famous sponsors. To sum up, it is about fishing bass.
You may wonder what kind of breaking news they had. Well, the bass tournaments schedule and rules have changed apparently..big deal! This time, they set the date first and ask everyone where would be the best place to fish...aha! So ont hose dates, some lake would be raided by hundreds more fishermen...wonderful.
What annoyed me most (I know, how could Iw atch more than 1min of it?)..I was saying, what annoyed me most was the amount of sponsorship those people get. It's a bit normal given that they have TV airtime, at 6am....but those sponsors included Ray Ban, Nike, etc..I mean, I don't want to be associated with some fishermen because I wear the same brand...Tough.
So there you go...a real sport for real men...in a democratic country.
In the meantime, I think I fancy some salmon carpaccio, so ciao ciao..
I fell asleep watching the Australian open game, Federer vs. Agassi. It was like 4am and I couldn't keep my eyes open. So when I woke up, my eyes fell on this very odd program on ESPN2: Basscenter. it is a whole program with specials and breaking news, championships around the world (I doubt their meaning of world here), and famous sponsors. To sum up, it is about fishing bass.
You may wonder what kind of breaking news they had. Well, the bass tournaments schedule and rules have changed apparently..big deal! This time, they set the date first and ask everyone where would be the best place to fish...aha! So ont hose dates, some lake would be raided by hundreds more fishermen...wonderful.
What annoyed me most (I know, how could Iw atch more than 1min of it?)..I was saying, what annoyed me most was the amount of sponsorship those people get. It's a bit normal given that they have TV airtime, at 6am....but those sponsors included Ray Ban, Nike, etc..I mean, I don't want to be associated with some fishermen because I wear the same brand...Tough.
So there you go...a real sport for real men...in a democratic country.
In the meantime, I think I fancy some salmon carpaccio, so ciao ciao..
Monday, November 01, 2004
Love conquers all
Omnia vincit amor
A book, the rule of four, borrowed from a friend, included a reference and a discussion of the painting. In the book, Love (Cupid as the cute naked baby) is beating upa grown satyre (the hairy sexy man with a horse body...hmmm). Now why would that be? And why are there two women present there? One explanation is on the MET art page.
I like the interpretation in the book. What happens when you have two loves? Kicks the one love for a lifetime theme out of the window isnt it? Some would argue one of the loves would be unhealthy obsession, butif you look deeply, there might be something stronger. Someone told me I knowI love someone or something when I won't care what my parents think....I sure witnessed that last weekend (Bless you two).
And then they say Love is blind..now mybe that cupid is beating up thewrong character there! Go figure...
A book, the rule of four, borrowed from a friend, included a reference and a discussion of the painting. In the book, Love (Cupid as the cute naked baby) is beating upa grown satyre (the hairy sexy man with a horse body...hmmm). Now why would that be? And why are there two women present there? One explanation is on the MET art page.
I like the interpretation in the book. What happens when you have two loves? Kicks the one love for a lifetime theme out of the window isnt it? Some would argue one of the loves would be unhealthy obsession, butif you look deeply, there might be something stronger. Someone told me I knowI love someone or something when I won't care what my parents think....I sure witnessed that last weekend (Bless you two).
And then they say Love is blind..now mybe that cupid is beating up thewrong character there! Go figure...
Tuesday, October 19, 2004
No "nouki" ?
Well, one of my best friend is getting married and it amazes me how fast it goes.
So I'm in the middle of packing, preparing for my interviews, and refreshing on everything I'm supposed to have acquired for 6 years..grrr
News? Well, how about that chip to be implanted for medical records? And once again, for the simple minds like me, it's annoying to see that things are never black or white. Chips are good (with a hamburger and fish, just kidding) if you want to save on paper, but bad because it can be used to infringe your liberties/freedom...well, I think there must be something acting as a chip implant for that, maybe more secret (think Interpol?)...and maybe I just read too many of those Robert Ludlum pages.
As for nouki, still one at the horizon...
So I'm in the middle of packing, preparing for my interviews, and refreshing on everything I'm supposed to have acquired for 6 years..grrr
News? Well, how about that chip to be implanted for medical records? And once again, for the simple minds like me, it's annoying to see that things are never black or white. Chips are good (with a hamburger and fish, just kidding) if you want to save on paper, but bad because it can be used to infringe your liberties/freedom...well, I think there must be something acting as a chip implant for that, maybe more secret (think Interpol?)...and maybe I just read too many of those Robert Ludlum pages.
As for nouki, still one at the horizon...
Wednesday, October 06, 2004
Food and emotions
On this chilly wednesday morning, I started my daily routine: oatmeal, shower, bus, email checking. But today a slight variation. I was itching from going to the mall...a girl has got to do what she feels like right? So to wait for the bus I hop into Cofee Haven, the nearest coffee shop, because my stomach was asking for food. Hum, that diet is definetely not working. Asked for a small chai and a cookie....
Got back to the bus stop and started sipping on the Chai...maybe because it was chilly and I was not full awake yet, and the prospect of spending money...but oh boy, that Chai hit a spot! The best sweet chai eve in my life...
So on the bus, while savouring the delicious brew(I could get addicted to this), I wondered...Those food tasters, do they taste your food with an empty stomach or after a Mac Donald splurge? heheheh I guess if you own a reputable restaurant, you better hope the critics are not coming with a full stomach...actually u better hope they're coming after a break up or a major setback, or going to shop...
And so today I'm poorer than 4 hours ago, but I had a great Chai and 3 new Cds...
Got back to the bus stop and started sipping on the Chai...maybe because it was chilly and I was not full awake yet, and the prospect of spending money...but oh boy, that Chai hit a spot! The best sweet chai eve in my life...
So on the bus, while savouring the delicious brew(I could get addicted to this), I wondered...Those food tasters, do they taste your food with an empty stomach or after a Mac Donald splurge? heheheh I guess if you own a reputable restaurant, you better hope the critics are not coming with a full stomach...actually u better hope they're coming after a break up or a major setback, or going to shop...
And so today I'm poorer than 4 hours ago, but I had a great Chai and 3 new Cds...
Monday, October 04, 2004
October weekend
On Saturday I planned to do dance tango and taste some Argentianian food. Instead, I went to NCSU homecoming football game and tasted Bojangles fried chicken (like KFC) and attempted to dance to the Wolfpack song (failed).
For all those who object that I am a traitor to VaTech, pray, no worries. VT games are way much more fun because we shake our keys on 3rd down, and we dance when the Marching Virginians are playing. The only cool thing at this game was that 99% of the stadium was red (school color)...Tech's games are kinda weird bi-colored...anyway, at Wolfpack game, expect to sit at time outs!
I digress...I did down a big bottle of smirnoff ice (before 11am) and managed to walk to the stadium without any help. And of course, I attracted this tall young black male who turned out to be an undercover cop suspicious of my age. I showed him off with my ID...
Apart from that, a pretty uneventfull weekend, with mild temperature and headache.
For all those who object that I am a traitor to VaTech, pray, no worries. VT games are way much more fun because we shake our keys on 3rd down, and we dance when the Marching Virginians are playing. The only cool thing at this game was that 99% of the stadium was red (school color)...Tech's games are kinda weird bi-colored...anyway, at Wolfpack game, expect to sit at time outs!
I digress...I did down a big bottle of smirnoff ice (before 11am) and managed to walk to the stadium without any help. And of course, I attracted this tall young black male who turned out to be an undercover cop suspicious of my age. I showed him off with my ID...
Apart from that, a pretty uneventfull weekend, with mild temperature and headache.
Thursday, September 30, 2004
Friends
Yes, I am in my Post-Friends period...The serie ended and I'm also far away from my friends. So here's a little something to let you know I remember. All of you hopefully will recognize which one you are.
Boarding school wouldn't be the same without you
And I still totally trust and support you in what you do
I miss those perfect chemistry lab we had
Your weird attraction to the occult
You, silly russian baker!
I hope to come across you in the flesh again soon
and save you from exhaustion while you try to save the world
You taught me windsurfing and sailing
Between Maths and Physics books
And how to live life at its fullest despite all the crazy nuns around!
It was love at first sight
Green eyes, shy, we didn't spend enough time together
But we'll still be crazy when we meet
You're easily high on sugar
and drives me mad with laughter
And when you enter a room, I know there's fun ahead!
A roomate from heaven
Who introduced me to opor ayam and es teler
And who will get the "mado desu" expression!
East coast, foxtrot, salsa
You get it all, and a piece of my wretched heart
I hope to get a dance with you again someday
Close beds, drunken parties, and late night talking
You're a role model for your motivation and application
May New York give you what you came for
I'll never be as dedicated to to foeld as you are
Engineer to the bone, you make me laugh at my worst
You make me feel like a better person
And say all the right things I thought I'll never hear
It's a real blessing to know you
She says she hastwo left feet
But she forgot to say she's gorgeous and knows how to move everything else!
Ah you people, thank you!
And now, I need to find a leotard for my ballet class.....no kidding!
Boarding school wouldn't be the same without you
And I still totally trust and support you in what you do
I miss those perfect chemistry lab we had
Your weird attraction to the occult
You, silly russian baker!
I hope to come across you in the flesh again soon
and save you from exhaustion while you try to save the world
You taught me windsurfing and sailing
Between Maths and Physics books
And how to live life at its fullest despite all the crazy nuns around!
It was love at first sight
Green eyes, shy, we didn't spend enough time together
But we'll still be crazy when we meet
You're easily high on sugar
and drives me mad with laughter
And when you enter a room, I know there's fun ahead!
A roomate from heaven
Who introduced me to opor ayam and es teler
And who will get the "mado desu" expression!
East coast, foxtrot, salsa
You get it all, and a piece of my wretched heart
I hope to get a dance with you again someday
Close beds, drunken parties, and late night talking
You're a role model for your motivation and application
May New York give you what you came for
I'll never be as dedicated to to foeld as you are
Engineer to the bone, you make me laugh at my worst
You make me feel like a better person
And say all the right things I thought I'll never hear
It's a real blessing to know you
She says she hastwo left feet
But she forgot to say she's gorgeous and knows how to move everything else!
Ah you people, thank you!
And now, I need to find a leotard for my ballet class.....no kidding!
Mr Wrong
Before you think I'm bitter and just overzealous, let me tell you that despite what it seems, not all guys are Mr Wrong. But It's sure annoying that most of them seem to run into me. So here are some characteristics of Mr Wrong...
1) Loves to talk, about themselves and things I do not care about
2) Seems to think women belong in the kitchen and to be babymakers 24/7
3) Thinks I'm stupid and cannot take care of myself
4) Has a B.O. problem
5) Doesn't like my friends because they're not smart enough for him
6) Cannot perform under pressure, or 3sec is the norm...(waste of my time)
7) Does not like Classical Music at all
8) Offers no support in anything I do (so what if I want to be a brain surgeon?)
9) overly protective
10) Does not stand PDA....weird, I know
1) Loves to talk, about themselves and things I do not care about
2) Seems to think women belong in the kitchen and to be babymakers 24/7
3) Thinks I'm stupid and cannot take care of myself
4) Has a B.O. problem
5) Doesn't like my friends because they're not smart enough for him
6) Cannot perform under pressure, or 3sec is the norm...(waste of my time)
7) Does not like Classical Music at all
8) Offers no support in anything I do (so what if I want to be a brain surgeon?)
9) overly protective
10) Does not stand PDA....weird, I know
Wednesday, September 29, 2004
Aging..courtesy of IEEE Spectrum
So I stumbled on this article about aging in IEEE Spectrum...i'm a geek, I admit. In summary, this is what I got from the article.
We, humans are machines (not mammals from discovery channels). Unlike good man-made machines however, which are made of the best working parts found or created, we are a collection of redundant defective parts. Aging then is when cells fail and requires other cells to take up their jobs...After a while, there are no more cells to replace the dead cells, hence we die...glorious prospect. For those familia with reliability theory, there's a lot of jargon involved, but all in all, all I can remeber is the rate of brain cell death is constant, i.e. it's not because we are older that we loose more brain cells.
Right. Of course it's the rate that is constant...anyway...
And the final paragraph of the article says it all really:"Our life span is a time bomb with many fuses burning at different speeds. Cutting off only one fuse may be inadequate-we need to take care of them all"
Now, that's a deep perspective on anti-aging creams and plastic surgery!
(Full article here): IEEE Spectrum, September 2004, Why We Fall Apart .
We, humans are machines (not mammals from discovery channels). Unlike good man-made machines however, which are made of the best working parts found or created, we are a collection of redundant defective parts. Aging then is when cells fail and requires other cells to take up their jobs...After a while, there are no more cells to replace the dead cells, hence we die...glorious prospect. For those familia with reliability theory, there's a lot of jargon involved, but all in all, all I can remeber is the rate of brain cell death is constant, i.e. it's not because we are older that we loose more brain cells.
Right. Of course it's the rate that is constant...anyway...
And the final paragraph of the article says it all really:"Our life span is a time bomb with many fuses burning at different speeds. Cutting off only one fuse may be inadequate-we need to take care of them all"
Now, that's a deep perspective on anti-aging creams and plastic surgery!
(Full article here): IEEE Spectrum, September 2004, Why We Fall Apart .
Mr Right
The winter is looming ahead and I again face my cold king sized bed alone. I'm not looking for Mr Right, because as they say, he'll never show up when I'm ready..okay, for the heck of it here is some qualities and peks of my Mr Right.
-Eye catching gorgeous
-Treats me right and doesn't underestimate my capacity for evilor good doing
-Into watersports...come to think of it, any sports except fishing and hunting
-At least tolerates classical music and doesn't mind going to Ballet recitals or Philharmonic orchestras
-Does not smoke
-Can hold his drinks (coz I can't, I'll need someone to safely get me home!)
-Loves to cook (imagine a man cooking in his boxers and an apron on...sexy..ok, too much Food Network viewing but hey, a girl has got to dream)
-Likes to try new things (food, wine, dances, positions), things not including new women
-Likes to dances (from jumping up and town style to salsa, swing, waltz....)
-reliable, terribly on time all the time
-Comfortable in the jungle (survivor style) and in tight social protocol situation (aka family dinners)
The list is fairly long already but as Xmas is getting here soon, it's ok to get in the mood...And a gift certificate won't do in this case! Although you can argue maybe it's appropriate...urgh, we'll see.
-Eye catching gorgeous
-Treats me right and doesn't underestimate my capacity for evilor good doing
-Into watersports...come to think of it, any sports except fishing and hunting
-At least tolerates classical music and doesn't mind going to Ballet recitals or Philharmonic orchestras
-Does not smoke
-Can hold his drinks (coz I can't, I'll need someone to safely get me home!)
-Loves to cook (imagine a man cooking in his boxers and an apron on...sexy..ok, too much Food Network viewing but hey, a girl has got to dream)
-Likes to try new things (food, wine, dances, positions), things not including new women
-Likes to dances (from jumping up and town style to salsa, swing, waltz....)
-reliable, terribly on time all the time
-Comfortable in the jungle (survivor style) and in tight social protocol situation (aka family dinners)
The list is fairly long already but as Xmas is getting here soon, it's ok to get in the mood...And a gift certificate won't do in this case! Although you can argue maybe it's appropriate...urgh, we'll see.
5 Top reasons to be an actress
just for fun and because I was bored lately, despite 6days/week CSi on TV, here is what floated in my idled brain. These cannot be used to convince women under the age of 18...
1) To increase the chance of snogging bodiliscious men (Brad pitt, Hayden Christensen, Josh Hartnett, Gregory Smith, and Jason Lewis to namea few...)
2) To fulfill the drama queen tendencies to over-react (different from acting obviously)
3) To get discount to see Movie Premieres and even at designer boutiques.
4) To loose weight because you are surrounded by skinny, smooth-skinned women (and wannabes). It's the ultimate incentive to get on that favorite diet: The no delicious food diet.
5) To be able to visit those major studios and play with green/blue screens...for FREE! You might even get paid for it if you have a decent agent.
Of course, there are more resons you can think of, but these are the ones at hand so far.
1) To increase the chance of snogging bodiliscious men (Brad pitt, Hayden Christensen, Josh Hartnett, Gregory Smith, and Jason Lewis to namea few...)
2) To fulfill the drama queen tendencies to over-react (different from acting obviously)
3) To get discount to see Movie Premieres and even at designer boutiques.
4) To loose weight because you are surrounded by skinny, smooth-skinned women (and wannabes). It's the ultimate incentive to get on that favorite diet: The no delicious food diet.
5) To be able to visit those major studios and play with green/blue screens...for FREE! You might even get paid for it if you have a decent agent.
Of course, there are more resons you can think of, but these are the ones at hand so far.
Wednesday, August 25, 2004
encounters
A weekend full of memories, and nice encounters. Missing some acquaintances and eating huge sandwiches with friends and strangers ("what's your name again?"). Strange feeling. Seems like what happen after you die maybe? Watching the world go on...
But it was comforting, as I live through their memories....
And I am painfully building a new life...
But it was comforting, as I live through their memories....
And I am painfully building a new life...
Monday, August 09, 2004
What's in a name?
A rose...well, until my name is known, I am nothing in this town. To be honest and build a reputation, that is my quest. How many frowns, how many 'no' until I finally get through? The door is locked and I'm looking for a way out. I am not sure banging the door would help either, so I keep digging my mind for some bright ideas.
How far am I willing to change to get the message across? How much am I willing to give up? I put myself on trial for the next week and see if some good happens. Until then, I'll hang on to my name, the only thing that keeps my confidence intact.
How far am I willing to change to get the message across? How much am I willing to give up? I put myself on trial for the next week and see if some good happens. Until then, I'll hang on to my name, the only thing that keeps my confidence intact.
Monday, July 19, 2004
my inexistent love life
I thought I had a sad love life before.
Well, stuck in the Carolinas, no pun intended, I barely have any life at all! I left a small college town where I knew a couple of reliable guys to come to a city where I know nobody apart from my sister. Well, After 3 weeks, I am barely in speaking terms with a 2pm bus driver called Tony. And surprise, surprise, he thought I was 17....
Oh how I miss my sweet reveries of MK, and the close encounters we have near McBryde! Why the initials? Because I surely dont' have his approval to realease his name out there. I sound like a bitter adult fiction character, but unfortunately, I don't shag anyone in my stories, and I am way far from being a successful PR or editor. I do fancy MK, and he probably don't give a damn. Yet, I haven't been able to replace him yet.
NCSU is pretty and even has some cute romantic spots. It is still lacking the full power of its 70% male students students though as the summer only retains the nerdy, geekly-clad boys. For a new start, a new life, i set myself a goal not to fall for a younger, poorer, less responsible man.
So between my rare job interviews, I debate whether to write to MK or not...The life of a spinster is looming ahead of me..arghhhh
Well, stuck in the Carolinas, no pun intended, I barely have any life at all! I left a small college town where I knew a couple of reliable guys to come to a city where I know nobody apart from my sister. Well, After 3 weeks, I am barely in speaking terms with a 2pm bus driver called Tony. And surprise, surprise, he thought I was 17....
Oh how I miss my sweet reveries of MK, and the close encounters we have near McBryde! Why the initials? Because I surely dont' have his approval to realease his name out there. I sound like a bitter adult fiction character, but unfortunately, I don't shag anyone in my stories, and I am way far from being a successful PR or editor. I do fancy MK, and he probably don't give a damn. Yet, I haven't been able to replace him yet.
NCSU is pretty and even has some cute romantic spots. It is still lacking the full power of its 70% male students students though as the summer only retains the nerdy, geekly-clad boys. For a new start, a new life, i set myself a goal not to fall for a younger, poorer, less responsible man.
So between my rare job interviews, I debate whether to write to MK or not...The life of a spinster is looming ahead of me..arghhhh
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