The Mad House

Who would think that the search for a pair of size 6 women sneakers (or trainers) would be such an elusive task. After going through several athletic shoe stores. I ended up lugging my ass into Macy’s. And if you know me, I hate department stores. It’s literally a mad house in there. The crowd is comparable to pedestrian traffic down by Time Square. I’m just glad that my wanderings into Macy’s have never occurred during a sale. I would hate to imagine the vulture-like behavior of the average consumer during a sale.

So to accomplish my task, I made my way to the information desk to inquire about the whereabouts of their athletic shoe department. I was promptly directed to the fifth floor. After combing through the entire shoe department there were no sneakers in sight. I decided to asked the salesman where I would be able to find sneakers. And he said “we don’t carry sneakers at Macy’s, just designer sneakers.” Geez louise! Who do they think they are… Neiman Marcus. For god sakes! It’s just Macy’s, the department store of the average consumer. When did department stores stop carrying sneakers.

I ended up at Foot Lockers. The search is over. I’ve finally got the elusive size 6 sneaker. Woo hoo!

May 31, 2002 at 6:33 pm · Shopping· Permalink ·

Ghost town

So after many months, I ventured back into the big ‘ol bargain land of Kmart. And all I have to say is it’s deserted like a ghost town. All it’s missing is the tumbleweed. I wonder why it’s so empty. Maybe it’s because all the NYU students went home for the summer. Then again, Kmart is never that empty. Oh wells. I guess I’ll just have to lug my ass elsewhere for my wares.

As I exited Kmart, I decided to head up to Barnes and Nobles at Union Square. What a total waste of my time. They had the 3rd and 4th floor closed. It wasn’t until I left the bookstore, that they were filming something at BN. One of the film guys had the production notes for Sex & the City in his back pocket. Guess it’s kind of cool, but it’s just a total inconvience to your average NY pedestrian.

May 30, 2002 at 6:34 pm · Essentially NY· Permalink ·

Life is like a Toy

In the past few week, I decided to venture back into the dating world. It was the time to get out of my hermit shell. If you sit back and look at the dating scene, it kind of like choosing a new toy. Okay I know my statement can be misconstrued. But seriously, meeting a potential partner is like a toy. When a new toys loses it’s novelty you move on to the next. But then again, there’s always a toy you just can’t live without. So how exactly do you determine if a toy is for keeps or just another novelty. You see the dilemma. It’s not as easy as it seems.

May 19, 2002 at 7:05 pm · Rant & Rave· Permalink ·

In a State of Limbo

Oh… I’ve also rampaged my house this morning looking for my coin wrappers. Yup! I thought I roll up my loose change since I do have time on my hands. Where could they be. I’m not so concern about the coin wrappers, but more about the box it’s in. It includes my chinese new year money which was a real bust this year. Dude! New Year isn’t as fun as it use to be when I was a kid. I guess you can only really rake in the loot when you’re a young’in. You know adults can’t resist cute little asian kids. hehehe =)

Well enough about my ranting. Let the search continue. ( Please note: I’m still high on caffeine… wheee !!!! * wabbit has that glazed look * Sugar….)

In addition, to my lucky money, I also have a roll of 10 dollars in quarters. Hmm.. Where can it be?

Yipee!! Found it. Geez louise! Everytime, I clean I always lose something. Of course, I put my loot in a safe place. So safe, it took me forever to fine it. Bah! Oh wells. At least now I know where it is.

Okay.. me go… I’m just being silly. * Hop.. hop.. wabbit goes to wallow in a corner while coming down from her sugar high *

May 19, 2002 at 6:43 pm · Mishaps & MisAdventures· Permalink ·

Hippidity Hop

Yikes… Wabbit on the loose. The small cup of coffee I had yesterday afternoon has finally kicked in. It’s not funny. I woke up on Sunday at 6:49 am. Dude! That’s just not kosher. Instead I should really be hovered under my nice warm down comforter in full REM sleep. But I’m up. And I can’t even get back to sleep. I’ve woke up with a jolt of energy. Yeah! I do have the bunny inside me.

Since about 7 am this morning I already:
• Bought a copy of the New York Times
• Watched the news and cartoon
• Ate breakfast
• Took a bath and washed my hair

To think, it’s only 10 am. What shall a girl do this early in the morning. Hmm… I guess I should go study.

May 19, 2002 at 6:36 pm · Just Me· Permalink ·

Ohm

Yesterday, I decided to take a yoga class at my gym. I thought it would be relaxing. Not! I felt more stressed after the class. So before I continue, I should lay the foundation of my story.

Cast of characters
• Teacher - Otherwise known as the Yoga Nazi
• Token Male student
• Typical student
• Fashion maven
• and there is of course, me

So just as the class is about to begin, Ms. fashion maven waltz in a white “Jackie O” like sun glasses with her own sticky mat. And let me tell you, she was doing all her yoga postures in those silly glasses. Talk about eccentric. The Yoga Nazi sped through the first half of the glass. I was starting to wonder if it was in a yoga class or a yoga marathon. So why is she deserving of the name Yoga Nazi. She is the first yoga instructor that I encounter who was rude and had absolutely bad beside manner. For example, during class, the token male student was in the wrong yoga position. And instead of go going over to correct his position, she barked at him. I would think it would be her responsibility to ensure that the student is performing the exercise in the proper way. That’s the only way to prevent injury. It’s quite sad to see that an instructor who didn’t give a damn about the safety of her students. But I guess who foul mood, may explain the lack of attendance in her class.

I wonder how she got hired. I guess we’ll never know. I just know I won’t be attending that class anymore.

May 18, 2002 at 7:01 pm · Mishaps & MisAdventures· Permalink ·

A Plant Grows in Brooklyn

Ah. I was trying to enjoy my breakfast this morning, when my mom beckoned me. She wanted me to pull out this wild plant that was growing outside our window sill the past 4 years. I’m a bit surprised it that long for it to get on her nerves. And let me tell you it took quite a while to pull that bugger out window sill. I had to whipped out the pliers to pull the roots out. Thank god, I didn’t fall out of the window in the process. I guess it wouldn’t be that bad, I only live on the 2nd floor.

May 9, 2002 at 7:08 pm · Daily Musing· Permalink ·

Spring Cleaning

Spring is here, and you know what that means. It’s time to clean.

I got up at 6 this morning. I lugged my ass over to park on the other side of the borough to participate in spring clean up day. And it quite obvious murphy’s law was in effect again. For starters, I was waiting a half a hour for my next train. I got to the park 15 minutes late. And I felt so bad, because if you know me I hate being late. It was a funky chaos. I felt bad for the other team leaders because she had to work with a difficult site captain. The site captain is what I would call a control freak. And instead of sharing the work, he alienated the other team leader.

Enough about spring clean up day.

So when I got home, I continued my endless task of cleaning. I wondering if I should part with my Mock Trial jacket. The Daily News gave us each a jacket when we won the Mock Trial championship back in the day. Hey, what you think I would tell you what year? What fun would that be. It’s a hideous jacket that I probably will never wear, but then again it does hold sentimental value to an era of the good ‘ol high school days. So what do you think?

I know.. I know.. I’m such a pack rat.

May 4, 2002 at 7:11 pm · Daily Musing· Permalink ·

April to May

April showers brings May flowers. Well, maybe not. Most definitely with the drought this year, we’re not going to be seeing any flowers anytime soon.

May 4, 2002 at 7:10 pm · Rant & Rave· Permalink ·

Pure Evil

I tell you it’s evil. You know what I’m talking about. That purple dinosaur otherwise known as Barney. shhh !!! He’s always lurking around. Anyway, today when I got out of the gym, I saw a saw a teacher leading a group of grammar school children. They were all holding onto this rope, and when they saw went the Barney cut out in front of the photography shop, they got all excited. What is it with these kids and the purple monster. It’s like they slip into a trance when they see Barney. Just pure evil

The only good thing about Barney, is that if you’re ever in a room with rowdy toddlers, just pop in Barney video and they’ll get all quiet. Then again, they might be being brainwash by the subliminal messages. So it might not really be worth all that trouble.

Note to self: If I ever have kids, they keep them away from Barney.

May 1, 2002 at 7:12 pm · Rant & Rave· Permalink ·