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Hello, ___________.
Cheers,
Cheryl
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
central park.
IS manhattan.
I wrote an entry about the montrous street (although "street" is much too minimal a word to describe "Broadway") that slices through the whole of Manhattan not too long ago. Today, I took a glance at Central Park.
In a city where skyscrapers prevail, and hints of nature only exist where man intentionally plants 'em, Central Park is Manhattan's saving grace, quite literally. Have you ever once stopped to think how much LESS oxygen there would be without all of Central Park's trees and grass? I'm convinced we New Yorkers would be gasping for breath everyday trying to slurp into our lungs every last bit of oxygen we can find. Have you ever once stopped to take a look at all of Central Park's grandiosity? It looks like God took a big green dump full of ducks and ponds and plants and it landed smack in the middle of the strip we call home, Manhattan. Thank you, Lord.
In all seriousness though, Central Park has one hell of a name. Central, is it alright. There really is no other Park quite like it, is there?
So excited that the weather is getting nice so that everyone and their mothers can all swarm to the Park and tan and throw footballs/frisbees and walk their dogs and take a deeep breath and smell the... gas coming from yellowcab exhaust pipes. Sigh.
Cheers,
Cheryl
I wrote an entry about the montrous street (although "street" is much too minimal a word to describe "Broadway") that slices through the whole of Manhattan not too long ago. Today, I took a glance at Central Park.
In a city where skyscrapers prevail, and hints of nature only exist where man intentionally plants 'em, Central Park is Manhattan's saving grace, quite literally. Have you ever once stopped to think how much LESS oxygen there would be without all of Central Park's trees and grass? I'm convinced we New Yorkers would be gasping for breath everyday trying to slurp into our lungs every last bit of oxygen we can find. Have you ever once stopped to take a look at all of Central Park's grandiosity? It looks like God took a big green dump full of ducks and ponds and plants and it landed smack in the middle of the strip we call home, Manhattan. Thank you, Lord.
In all seriousness though, Central Park has one hell of a name. Central, is it alright. There really is no other Park quite like it, is there?
So excited that the weather is getting nice so that everyone and their mothers can all swarm to the Park and tan and throw footballs/frisbees and walk their dogs and take a deeep breath and smell the... gas coming from yellowcab exhaust pipes. Sigh.
Cheers,
Cheryl
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
i miss my brother.
i wonder if he misses me?
I love the relationship that my baby brother and I have. It's funny that I call him babybro actually, because he is only a year and a half younger than me. Regardless, he is my baby brother and he has definitely grown up too fast.
He is one of those people that you love to love or you love to hate. I'm always either loving him to pieces or really annoyed/mad at him. There's never a middle ground. 95% of the time I'm loving him, though. The other 5%... let's not go there right now, I'm in my "loving" stage and I don't want to risk converting to the other side.
He can be the world's biggest asshole or the world's sweetest ladies' man. I think above all else, he has charisma and that will hopefully take him far. Last night, he says this to me:
Babybro: I hope you fall in love sometime soon.
Aaawww, I was really touched that he said this because I've been feeling the need to fall in love lately and the fact that he wished love upon me was a good feeling. Most of my guy friends told me I was being stupid and that I a) didn't need love, just a rich guy and that b) girls don't know what they want. So, THANK YOU babybrother for understanding, appreciating, and encouraging my yearn to fall in love. Just when I was all smitten over my sweet little bro-cheeks and was considering what I should say/give to him in return (perhaps a benjamin? lil' bit o' allowance? haha), he goes ahead and says this:
Babybro: And that you become rich and give me lots of money.
Sigh. What can I say? The kid is a mind-reader. I sincerely hope that one day I can give him more than just money. A genuine gift from the heart from his one and only big sis. I don't know what that gift is just yet, but when the day comes to give it, I'll be ready.
Miss you David. Love you.
Cheers,
Cheryl
I love the relationship that my baby brother and I have. It's funny that I call him babybro actually, because he is only a year and a half younger than me. Regardless, he is my baby brother and he has definitely grown up too fast.
He is one of those people that you love to love or you love to hate. I'm always either loving him to pieces or really annoyed/mad at him. There's never a middle ground. 95% of the time I'm loving him, though. The other 5%... let's not go there right now, I'm in my "loving" stage and I don't want to risk converting to the other side.
He can be the world's biggest asshole or the world's sweetest ladies' man. I think above all else, he has charisma and that will hopefully take him far. Last night, he says this to me:
Babybro: I hope you fall in love sometime soon.
Aaawww, I was really touched that he said this because I've been feeling the need to fall in love lately and the fact that he wished love upon me was a good feeling. Most of my guy friends told me I was being stupid and that I a) didn't need love, just a rich guy and that b) girls don't know what they want. So, THANK YOU babybrother for understanding, appreciating, and encouraging my yearn to fall in love. Just when I was all smitten over my sweet little bro-cheeks and was considering what I should say/give to him in return (perhaps a benjamin? lil' bit o' allowance? haha), he goes ahead and says this:
Babybro: And that you become rich and give me lots of money.
Sigh. What can I say? The kid is a mind-reader. I sincerely hope that one day I can give him more than just money. A genuine gift from the heart from his one and only big sis. I don't know what that gift is just yet, but when the day comes to give it, I'll be ready.
Miss you David. Love you.
Cheers,
Cheryl
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
-10.
that is how many teeth i have.
I still can't believe I got 10 (TEN) teeth pulled in one sitting. I didn't have this blog to write in back when this horrific moment in my life happened, but had I blogged then, I imagine I would've posted something like this:
WHAT. THE. FEHSIOFYESRESCCKKK?!?!?!!!!!
2 years and change later, I am proudly(?) toothless. I possess straighter teeth but still, toothless the same. Man. My roommate got her ONE wisdom tooth pulled out today. Noob-sauce f'sho. I still have the bag of teeth somewhere in my room. I told myself that I'd commemorate the poor things by stringing them onto a necklace of some sort, but I thought about it and realized that that's just barbaric. Not to mention creepy.
I miss my molars :(
Cheers,
Cheryl
I still can't believe I got 10 (TEN) teeth pulled in one sitting. I didn't have this blog to write in back when this horrific moment in my life happened, but had I blogged then, I imagine I would've posted something like this:
WHAT. THE. FEHSIOFYESRESCCKKK?!?!?!!!!!
2 years and change later, I am proudly(?) toothless. I possess straighter teeth but still, toothless the same. Man. My roommate got her ONE wisdom tooth pulled out today. Noob-sauce f'sho. I still have the bag of teeth somewhere in my room. I told myself that I'd commemorate the poor things by stringing them onto a necklace of some sort, but I thought about it and realized that that's just barbaric. Not to mention creepy.
I miss my molars :(
Cheers,
Cheryl
Friday, February 12, 2010
quick thought #11
I love the way my cellphone smells.
It tells of where I've been--more precisely, what my hands have touched.
It tells of where I've been--more precisely, what my hands have touched.
egotistical or not.
we love each other
still the same.
Friends come and leave as enemies, acquaintances, or as a mere name. I've had relationships falter and end as all of the above. Four girls are at my side today but who knows when they'll leave?
It's interesting how every single one of us is really quite unlike the other. Usually friends start to resemble each other after a while, but this isn't the case with us. We have inside jokes and giggle at similar things but ultimately, we are so different. I won't go through all the reasons why and how we differ from one another, but I will talk about one thing: our egos.
J and C are quite similar in the way they perceive themselves. Simply, they think and claim to know that they are pretty damn attractive and fierce. They are not ashamed of this self-perception, no matter how skewed or biased, and flaunt their opinions unabashedly.
L & Little A are quite similar in that they seem indifferent to their attractive qualities. While not insecure by any means, they are not conceited like J & C. They laugh (well, A laughs but L laughs and sneers) when J & C are being ridiculously big-headed and never join in on the fun. Both are quieter in nature than J & C so perhaps this is the reason for their muted opinions.
Big A is in a group of her own. She insists that other girls are prettier than her and proves herself quite insecure at times, until she says things like:
Big A: I think I have an amazing smile.
Then she reveals her not-as-egotistical side in an egotistical way:
Big A: I saw a pic on my phone I was so pleasantly surprised by my own beauty and so I sent it to my email and I was immediately disappointed when I saw it blown up.
Perhaps Big A is needed so that neither team JC nor team LA wins over the other. Perhaps LA will be more forthcoming with their hidden egos one day. Perhaps JC will be less forthcoming one day. Perhaps Big A will pick a side.
What I'm trying to say is, my friends are beautiful.
Cheers,
Cheryl
still the same.
Friends come and leave as enemies, acquaintances, or as a mere name. I've had relationships falter and end as all of the above. Four girls are at my side today but who knows when they'll leave?
It's interesting how every single one of us is really quite unlike the other. Usually friends start to resemble each other after a while, but this isn't the case with us. We have inside jokes and giggle at similar things but ultimately, we are so different. I won't go through all the reasons why and how we differ from one another, but I will talk about one thing: our egos.
J and C are quite similar in the way they perceive themselves. Simply, they think and claim to know that they are pretty damn attractive and fierce. They are not ashamed of this self-perception, no matter how skewed or biased, and flaunt their opinions unabashedly.
L & Little A are quite similar in that they seem indifferent to their attractive qualities. While not insecure by any means, they are not conceited like J & C. They laugh (well, A laughs but L laughs and sneers) when J & C are being ridiculously big-headed and never join in on the fun. Both are quieter in nature than J & C so perhaps this is the reason for their muted opinions.
Big A is in a group of her own. She insists that other girls are prettier than her and proves herself quite insecure at times, until she says things like:
Big A: I think I have an amazing smile.
Then she reveals her not-as-egotistical side in an egotistical way:
Big A: I saw a pic on my phone I was so pleasantly surprised by my own beauty and so I sent it to my email and I was immediately disappointed when I saw it blown up.
Perhaps Big A is needed so that neither team JC nor team LA wins over the other. Perhaps LA will be more forthcoming with their hidden egos one day. Perhaps JC will be less forthcoming one day. Perhaps Big A will pick a side.
What I'm trying to say is, my friends are beautiful.
Cheers,
Cheryl
Thursday, February 11, 2010
quick thought #10
"I love it when, in the middle of our kiss, I feel you smile."
This seemed like an appropriate 10th quick thought.
This seemed like an appropriate 10th quick thought.
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