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Saturday, September 28, 2002 ( 7:31 PM ) Scarf Girl Recently, I was talking with some folks in a car, and one person made a comment which led to a discussion that was about how pretty people would probably be helped more than not-as-pretty folks. For instance, if a pretty woman was stranded on the highway, he believed that people (guys) would more likely stop and help her out than if she was ugly. I thought it was a totally messed up statement, but when I thought about it, I somehow believed it was true. Very often, pretty people get the benefit of the doubt. It seems like they get away with stuff more often than someone who was just average in looks. I guess one can say our society is superficial and that we judge good-looking people to be higher than those who are not as good-looking. When it all comes down to it though, we're all people, and very similar to each other. Often times though, pretty people who have had things done for them or always received help in doing things would be less independent. Like, they wouldn't be able to do as many things on their own because they've never learned or needed to. Pretty, ugly, skinny, fat, if I can help people, I'd try my best. What's the use of looks when in the end, we're all going to be old and wrinkly? Heh. Scarf Girl, signing off. # Friday, September 27, 2002 ( 10:24 AM ) Scarf Girl Hooray! Friday is here. Although it's dreary-ugly outside, I'm feeling pretty good. Still coughing and sniffling, but definitely less than before. Tick tock tick tock. The day will soon be over. Scarf Girl, signing off. # Wednesday, September 25, 2002 ( 6:33 PM ) Scarf Girl I certainly am glad to have moved on from my old company. Former executives at online real estate firm to plead guilty. Woohoo, my first week on the job is half over. I got myself a new keyboard and flat-panel monitor today. Unfortunately, they went with the 15" model. That's okay I guess. Also, they ordered me the quiet click keyboard. I suppose there's nothing worse than hearing your neighbor bang away on the keyboard. Heh, I would be one of those people, especially when typing away on IM. Still got a bit of the sniffles and my cough is starting to develop. *sigh* Popping vitamin C like it's the sweetest candy there ever was. Scarf Girl, *cough cough* # Tuesday, September 24, 2002 ( 10:46 PM ) Scarf Girl Well, I've survived my first day back in the workforce. I'd say everything went fairly smoothly, except for the sniffling and sneezing. Yuck. I also have a cough. It was a good thing that on my way to the office, I stopped by the Walgreens and picked up a box of fluffy Kleenex with the lotion. I think throughout the course of the day, I used 1/4 of the box. Pretty crazy, ain't it? What a way to make a first impression. "Hello. Accchoo! It's nice to meet you." *shake shake* My workstation is a little cramped, but they've taken the liberty of ordering me a flat panel monitor because my work area is very shallow. I hope it turns out to be bigger than the 15" monitor they had there already. Do you know how hard it is to do any sort of graphics editing with such a small monitor? What stinks is that I can't see the entire file without the toolboxes getting in the way. But all is well. I met probably majority of my new co-workers but too bad I can't remember their names. When all the men are wearing the same colored outfits (dressy pants with blue shirts) it's hard to tell them apart. Just like how all Asians look alike to non-Asians, so do everybody else to Asians. Scarf Girl, signing off. # Monday, September 23, 2002 ( 12:07 PM ) Scarf Girl Would you believe that I spent a weekend in Vegas and did not even drop a single penny into a slot machine or any bills on the tables? To some, that is blasphemous. Heheh. I was actually in Vegas to play in a volleyball tournament organized by Westside Volleyball. This weekend was a 2-day tournament and I played in the coed part with a bunch of friends and made some new friends. Although we stumbled in the first day and qualified for the C pool (A & B pool were higher pools), we still faced some really tough-banging teams. When I watch other teams warm up and they've got 6-feet-plus guys who jump really high and hit really hard, I get slightly intimidated, simply because I don't want the humiliation of being packed in the face. When I see one on a team, it doesn't seem so bad, but when I see 3, it's basically non-stop ball pounding. Nevertheless, when it came down to playing the big team, we split games with them, but overall, if you count the head-to-head points from both games, we came out the winner by 1 point. Although overall in the pool play, we came in 2nd and they came in first, we were still happy that we beat the annoyingly over-confident team. It's pretty poor sportsmanship when you see guys trying to distract their opponents who obviously, they were better than. Then they'd also yell annoyingly loud when they'd get a point or side-out. When it was time to play us, they were a bit too confident, because they watched us play very poorly in the earlier matches. I guess when we started pounding the ball like mad and also digging up balls they pounded, that caught them off guard as we jumped out into the lead and they did not utter any annoying yells or stomped their feet to try and distract us. Muahahaha. We put up a great fight and even had the rest of our pool rooting for us. Personally, I think it's because everybody likes to see the little guy win. Although our women were taller than theirs, their guys were taller than ours. Heh. David slays Goliath. Hooray! # |
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