I haven't written anything in such a long time ever since I finished my writing course last semester. It's a good thing though. I don't have to stay up all night to chew on my nails and stare at the screen squeezing every word out of my sleepy head. But sometimes, just sometimes, I do miss writing. I am not a good writer from the beginning, but I like to write stories.
It's just like how I am in art. I love art and drawing but I dislike the painful process of measuring everything and try to transfer it accurately onto a piece of paper. I'm a dreamer and so I don't like to go by the rules. Perhaps this is the reason why I can never follow one thing until the very end.

I love both art and writing but I can neither excel as an artist nor a writer.

My roommate...who didn't know I have a blog.

If by any chance, you lurk in here,

Hello!

How I wish

That I can play piano someday
And that I see music in colors...

Les Premiers Sourires De Vanessa

His fingers have magic!!!

Taking a break from my papers >:(

How I wish

Papers!

I didn't do anything on weekend as I supposed to...so now I'm sitting here , writing a 5 pages paper that is due tomorrow.
I just don't want to do this!
Now I'm in the study hall and just got back from a bathroom break....I learned my lesson from last year--not to use the men's room carelessly.

Here's a song to get my brain thinking,
Good luck!

OMG ....not again.....

It happened again, on the green line again, and I wasn't even wearing anything revealing (=..=)m...

Okay, so here's the story...
I got on the crowded green line train to go back home. Since there were many people by the time I got on, I had to stand and hold the steel bar to keep myself from bumping into anyone.
Then I noticed someone's hand moved closer and closer to mine as I tried to moved my hand away.
This very daring guy gradually practically covered my hand with his hand. When I looked up and tried to ask him nicely to remove his hand...and then he just started asking things like...

_ "Are you from China"
_ "Are you a student? How old are you?"
_ What school, what you study..

Because I'm such a nice person (yes I am)...I answered him anyways but appeared uninterested in the conversation..yet this guy kept on pestering me (Seriously, do you ask someone you don't even know with so many questions? =..= )
Where is his commonsense? and he looked like 26+?

I avoided further annoyance by running to the closest train...

After these cases, I think I tend to attract perverted old men...unconsciously and unwillingly.....

Problem with the Short-Shorts

I am again a victim of sexual harassment on the train...

I hate this.

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At 5 feet 1 inch and about 90 pounds, I'm quite short, especially comparing to the height of an average American female which should be around 5 feet 6 inches. I can dress in middle school uniform and have no problem concealing my age. So at this height, my legs are, of course, relatively short in length...I look decent...not ugly and not strikingly pretty either...

Because of these, I never expected that I would be a victim of sexual harassment. I thought this kind of things only happenned to pretty girls, but one particular afternoon proved my preconception of sexual harassment wrong.

It was a nice afternoon in September. The weather was cool so I put on a shorts-shorts to go out and buy some art supplies for my drawing course. As I got on a training heading downtown I felt as if someone was looking at me...maybe a man around 50 years old or so...
But I quickly dismissed that feeling--it was rush hour the train was quite packed, so of course there would be lots of eye contacts.
Though when I reached downtown and changed train, the feeling kept coming back. Even without my glasses, I could tell the intensity of the stare on my body--as though the person was trying to strip me naked.
I tried to moved to a different car, but I noticed the man followed me and sat right in front of me...I tried to avoid his gaze, pretending to look at the pictures in my phone and listening to music.
The tension lasted for about 10 minutes until he finally got off the train--not forget to approach me with a perverse smirk and said loud enough so that everyone could hear,

"You have beautiful legs..."





The victim is left bewildered.

The train's door closed and an automatic voice proceeded, "The destination of this train is ...."


Case # 2

I thought I wouldn't wear that shorts ever again, but I did.
This time it was by a group of young boys..probably high schoolers, who thought I was their age..
until I said, "Hey I'm way older than you guys, I may not look like it, BUT I'm a college student!"

Like that would help anything...and this boy bluffed that he was also a college student who went to Boston University.

How amusing it was that he picked Boston Uni out of all universities in Boston...because it's actually my school...it was an advantage I had over him, but I guessed I might as well move along with the little boy's lie. So I said,
"O wow REAAAALLLY? What school are you in then? I'm in CAS (College of Art & Science)?"

The question had an immediate effect as there was dumbfounded look on the boy's face...He tried another futile attempt,
"Oh yea I'm majoring in business...you know..."

I refrained myself from a LOL, it was a good thing that I got off and got rid of the stupid conversation with those boys...
As I was walking on the streets, I encountered a few other teasing (are the males around here desperate or what?)
All of these, I think, was because I wore that shorts shorts...maybe it unintentionally triggered these perverts' testosterone.


And that was the only time I wished I'd have bucked teeth, crazy hair, hairy legs, and a battlefield of pimples on my face--until I escaped from that place...