Looking forward to...

After watching the trailer on TV I thought this would be just another crappy alien movie but surprising it's getting such good reviews. I'm so curious. I haven't seen a good sci-fi movie for so long. so yeah I'm looking forward to District 9.

100th post: A Newsletter made for Etra's summer assignment.

Click to view the PDF

After some trial and error apparently in order to have the best effect you must save as a new document and then open it again and go to View-Page Display-Two-up and also select "show cover page during two-up" option.

Breaking promise.

I promised Chris numerous times that I'd take the Mexican bus in the morning with him but after some serious contemplation and weighing of the pros and cons I think I'm going to break this promise again for several reasons:

FIRST: I simply can't wake up any time before 8:30AM. It's physically impossible.

SECOND: Mexican bus costs money whereas Columbia shuttle doesn't.

THIRD: I don't want to listen to Chris's random personal attacks and BS about his life. He was acting extraordinarily bitchy and obnoxious last night over AIM just because of some petty issue and I just know what's going to happen if I sit next to him for thirty minutes for three days. When my brother and I fight, my mom used to tell me if my brother doesn't want me to talk to him or look at him then DON'T. If I still talk to him or look at him then I'd be very 贱 (low and inferior), which is a very very very very very bad word Chris used to describe me last night along with some other words. If I know very well that he did and will continue to call a "friend" names like this just because he feels like it then why would I be so 贱 to voluntarily spend more time with him?

FOURTH: Although having a friend on the subway ride would be nice but instead of getting insulted and listening to Chris exalting himself the whole time, I rather have a nice conversation with Jackie and/or Gene for about twenty minutes each morning even though I'd be taking the subway and m66 alone.

So Chris, if you happen to read this post, know that I won't be there tomorrow because I am not a 贱 bitch. :)

An Incident that I forgot to tell

One day I was leaving my work place and I was crossing the street to get to the bus stop on the other side. At this moment some random guy biked across so I paused and we both looked at each other for a second but, unlike me, the guy didn't turn away from (aka couldn't stop) looking at me and seconds later he lost control of his bike and fell onto the ground.

I knew I have mesmerizing beauty.

An Adventure?

I went to Columbia for its campus tour and information session today. But this is not the story.

I left my house at 12PM and took the Mexican bus across the bridge and then A train--because I thought A trains runs local on the weekends. Even my mom said yes. But that's not the case. Apparently the A train is still express on the weekends. I realized that after it arrived at 145 street and I didn't want to wait for uptown A and then take 1 train downtown. So I got off at 125th street and got onto a local train for just one stop. And there I was, at 116th street. Well, I thought the 116th street stop on the A train line wouldn't be too far from the 116th street stop on the 1 train line since that's what the map appeared to show me. From the MTA subway map it appears that they are just a couple blocks away. Right, and WRONG. These two stops ARE in fact just "a couple blocks away" and Columbia IS situated right between them but so does a freakin' mountain!

So yeah, I did some climbing today. It wasn't that bad actually; it was really just a "mini" mountain. Plus I haven't climbed for quite a while so I actually got really excited as I fanatically running up the stairs.

Well, just one little reflection. The difference between the two "sides" separated by that mountain is huge to me. When I asked a woman how to get to Columbia she said something like "you mean the other side?" I didn't understand what she meant until I climbed over that "mountain" (and I hate to use the word mountain because it's really not a mountain). The East side where the A train runs seems dull and a bit shabby, whereas the Columbia side is much more lively and elegant in a sense. It's amazing how even within the UWS such a small area can be divided by just a tiny mountain, and develop so differently.

supposedly a response to Chris's blog post "you are all shitty people"

but somehow I couldn't comment so I guess it'd work for a blog entry.

To chris,

firstly, i think u meant WE are all shitty ppl.

secondly, let me tell you what i saw on the bus lol.
so one day i was taking the m66 to work. i didn't see how the thing began but all of a sudden i heard a middle-aged guy say:" no sir, let's not even go there. let's not even go there." apparently he's directing his words to a very old man w/ canes and all that. I think what happened was that this man, who also appeared to have two little children (6 ish?) occupied three of those seats that were designated for old sick and pregnant ppl. There were a couple old ppl who had nowhere to sit, so obviously that meant problem (the middle-aged man has a cane too but obviously not for him cuz i saw him walking just fine. but since he's going to sloan so maybe it's for his family member which is not good cuz sloan treats cancer patients.)

so the old man probably said something and the middle-aged (black) man said: "no sir, this is not even about the seats, you're just lazy."

at this point an old lady sitting across him said: "oh i hope your kids learn more manners than you have" (or something along this line)
and the man said: "oh don't you dare talking about MY kids. don't even start talking about MY kids." and i think he said this w/ some foul language.

so then the bus arrived at first avenue and most of those old ppl got off the bus and muttered "shame on you" on their way out. Throughout the whole time the man was on his phone and after the bus started again the man said to the person on the phone: "oh no it's nothing, just some fucking old assholes whining."

lol.

I'm a creeper.~~

'Exploited' Stage Troupe In Exploits of Its Own

A Bad Day.

Ok First of all, I'm supposed to split this job with Amy, and I could have earned more than four hundred dollars by the middle of August but this "smoking-rich" Chinese woman went back on her words and decided that it's OK to just change her mind at the last second. Irresponsible. Inconsiderate. Stupid. The lesson is never do business with Chinese people.

Second of all, for the first time I was told about (actually I asked for it) the contents of the shit that people talk about me. They weren't big deals actually. The sound that I make when I clear my throat, which is history. My opinion about McDonald. I can almost hear the conversation, though I do not understand how can this even begin:

"What? She doesn't want to work in McDonald because of that? That's so stupid."
"Yeah, it's not like anyone knows her anyway."
"Yeah, haha. Who does she think she is."

etc etc.

"Ah! You know the noise that she makes every time?"
"Yeah...(blah blah blah blah)"

I'm not angry or anything, because there's no point wasting my emotions on some idiots talking. I'm not happy though, that's for sure. Who can be happy about the fact that they just become a joke in other ppl's world? Yeah.

Well I did nothing wrong. And as of now, my way to cope with this shit is to actually view myself as higher and better than those ignorarmuses who are eventually going to die of drug-overdose or simply starvation due to their born-ineptness.