"Laodicean", "herniorrhaphy", "ophelimity", "derriengue".. can you spell any of these? Let's forget the spelling, have you even heard of these words? What about numbnut? Yeah Kavya Shivashankar bagged the title this year but Sameer Mishra is still the ultimate spelling bee bad ass. Who could ever forget the numnah kid?
Nothing can ever match the shear intensity of spelling bee. Like what's more exciting than watching these little kids who could spell words that most of us have never even heard of in our lives? Watching these kids’ heads whirl as they try to get words I’ve never heard is fascinating enough to watch.
You can feel the nerves as these young kids stand up there and freakishly spell words like "palatschinken”, ”apodyterium”, “geusioleptic” and “maecenas”. I mean seriously, what do these kids eat? Young kids with freakishly large brains like these should be hailed as the rockstars of the nerd world.
Back in 2007, we designed a 200-bed general hospital for design class. It was the most inspired design work I've done in college. Ironically, I've never liked hospitals. I usually equate them with needles, and that means torture and pain. I hate everything about it. I hate how they’re not comfortable, how they all smell the same like tasteless food, lysol and something else. I hate how hospitals can age you ten years, as if time just seems to drag by and it's depressing.
I hate it. I cringe when I drive pass them. I tense up even by just thinking of going to a hospital. Like yesterday I spent 2 hours at the hospital with my sister. She went to a doctor to get some tests done and just the mere idea of it disgusts me. She was poked and prodded and I spent quite a bit of the last 2 hours in a good bit of psychological pain in the waiting area.
The hospital waiting area is worse than needles. Waiting areas are loud and horrifying. There are groups of family members all standing around with nothing to do. They seem to take the greatest pleasure in spreading celebrity gossips.. like c'mon Hayden Kho doesn't work there. And the cell phones.. phone conversation then needs to be carried out at higher volume in order to be heard over the loud people also trying to talk on their cell phones.. sounds crazy right?
Hospitals really stress me out. Excessive noise from ringing, paging systems, elevator machines, kids running.. this is insanity! I really hate hospitals and I have to go back there and drive my sister again in the morning! I hate it. Does anyone feel my pain?
I guess you've heard so many great stuff about yoga.. rejuvenation, detoxification and some other healthy stuff. I also heard it’s a great place to meet new friends. Well everyone says you can find real attractive girls in yoga classes since they're just there to workout without wearing any makeup at all.
Well the legend is true. There are few more guys than I wanted and quite a handful of girls to get me into yoga. Three girls in the class were really pretty enough to motivate me to get into shape and the rest were disappointingly older and not interesting. But you see I’m not there for the eye candy, though it really makes everything more exciting.
As I pulled my mat close enough to these girls, a half naked guy introduced himself to the class. I had a hard time remembering his name so let's just call him David Bikram. David Bikram is this forever shirtless middle-eastern bikram yoga instructor. He has the body (allegedly toned by bikram yoga) that guys would go gay for. He started the class with a brief yoga story and I got lost as I was staring at this little piece of food stuck in his scruff.
Soon everyone got into this deep breathing posture, a warm up for the body before the whole set of crazy yoga positions. The class was so quiet and the studio was literally hot and we were all sweating so much.
I was about to do this impossibly crazy toe stand pose (it's basically this half-sitting pooping position) when my stomach started growling. From that struggling pose, cold sweat started trickling down my back and I knew it wasn't going to be pretty. I knew there needed to be some action taken. I tried to hold it for a while but this premature sonuvabitch wanted out right now. Damn it.
So I sneaked out of the studio and ran on the other side for the comfort room while David Bikram's boner was distracting everyone in his cobra pose. Thanks to his random excitement I caught an empty restroom. The clean tiles and citrus smell provided a lovely pooping atmosphere and everything was just magical. I can't describe how wonderful I felt right at that moment. The cold clean seat chilled up my behind then.. sonuva-hallelujah!
I shed one tear after finishing my business. I stood in awe for a minute and I'd say it was the best unpredictable dump I had. I left the toilet and walked back out to the studio more confident than I first entered. I wanted to share it to the girls but I don't think they'll enjoy it as much as I did. Besides, that wouldn't be a good conversation starter right?
I hate going to the gym and the only daily workout activity that I do is tennis. But due to the rain of the last few days I’m a little far from catching up on my daily exercise. No outdoor activity due to the weather and it's killing me. Is it ever going to stop? I'm not one for running in the rain, so I'm just here sitting still waiting for the sun so I can get out there.
Anyway, I just got this very interesting mail, it's old news but it's really fascinating and I'd like to share its awesomeness to everyone. It's not as fun and demanding as tennis but it's a good exercise for the brain.
Cna yuo raed tihs? Olny 55 plepoe out of 100 can.
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I am sure many people have talked about it and it's frankly shocking. The fight lasted about as long as everybody thought... two rounds. A heavy knockout punch was thrown and Hatton hit the mat. Fans screamed, smiled and yelled for their boxing hero while pale-white Hatton was left dead-unconscious. It was a very entertaining boxing clash regardless how short it was. Grown men (we're talking about men in their 40's) were on their feet jumping up and down cheering like girls at a Jonas Brothers concert. I am just amazed at Pacquaio for having this certain kind of charisma, excitement and success. I mean seriously, look at this guy... The man is a SUPERSTAR.
It was a mistake to pay two hundred bucks and think that the spin-off might be good because the whole movie was just so underwhelming as to be forgettable. After the successes of both Batman films, I was hoping the writers would go along that dark and mature storytelling style of Batman Begins and the Dark Knight. Sadly, Wolverine turned out to be some sloppy live-action cartoon with fake-feeling blue screen effects.
X-Men Origins: Wolverine gave me this weird dejá vù feeling since X-men 2 already spilled the details of wolverine's origins. Yeah, yeah we already know how he got that adamantium so I guess it does not make sense to make a movie about something that even non-comicbook readers already know. And I personally believe that mystery is a big part of wolverine's character and it does not need a two full hours of show and tell. However given that it is annoyingly made as a summer blockbuster for kids to enjoy, I think it is forgivable.
