Note: A month after I opened my web site to the public, I got an email from my friend Yumiko from Shizuoka Prefecture. She said that I should change the bio I've written for myself because it is inaccurate and misleading (!). Yumiko thinks that I'm giving people the wrong impression, and should write an upbeat, dynamic bio to reflect my personality. She said that I'm active, always out, doing many different things and into lots of interesting stuff, so that is what I ought to write about, instead of the long, tedious spiel on being lazy. Now I'm very happy that Yumiko (and hopefully, my other Japanese friends) thinks well of me and sees me in a good light. But despite her protestations, I'm really too lazy to change the bio I've written a few years back, so it shall remain as it is. Still, thanks for the feedback, Yu-chan, and please cross your fingers that my new company will post me in Tokyo, so that we can meet again and pig out at Baskin-Robbins!

All right, next we go to body and brains stuff. I have the manual dexterity of a watermelon. Over and above that, my skull, instead of housing a proper, functioning brain, is filled with a watermelon juice-like substance that, as it happens, is not boiling properly. In fact, the only thing it does is to make my head closely resemble a watermelon, except that it can see (but not without eyeglasses).

Of course, we're not just talking about manual dexterity here, we're talking about overall body coordination, or motor skills when applied to toddlers. Needless to say, I have the mind-body coordination of a watermelon, meaning largely immobile, or rolls easily in random directions until it unwittingly crashes against some unsuspecting wall.

Aside from looking like a pockmarked, wrinkled, puckered watermelon (skin color: a sickly brown-green), I have the habits of a couch potato. I need not extrapolate on this, because you know very well what a couch potato is. In fact, you may be one yourself, because you've actually read this far! Tee hee. No, actually, you may, or may not be, a couch potato, which, by definition, is someone who (or something that) has a remote control and a computer mouse that are, by virtue of Mother Nature, osseously (i.e. bone-ifically) attached to either hand, like huge warts. If your remote control and mouse are lying out there somewhere, unfettered by your greasy paws, then you are not a couch potato.

It's not that I'm proud of looking like a watermelon while being a couch potato. No, far from that. It's not good to be a vegetable by choice. I should lace up my sneakers and do something about my flabby thighs, I know. But, alas, as the old saying goes, the spirit is willing, but the flesh is watching the play-offs.

What's all this got to do with being an Angry Young Woman? Well, you see, I have to go out of my apartment regularly, to dispose off the trash. Bummer!!! This makes me very angry, of course, because it disrupts my watermelon-potato lifestyle. Well, you're saying, you can throw out the garbage without losing your vegetable identity. Wrong! I actually have to move! As in get my butt off the chair! What hurts the most, of course, is the fact that I have to disconnect the remote control and computer mouse that are, by grace of nature, meant to be permanently attached to my hands. I tell you, the parting is painful, filled with bloody screams and unabashed tears. I don't know who's sadder about the constant albeit short separation, me or them.

Favorite Food:
pizza, chocolate, mango, sushi
Favorite Singer-Songwriter: Alanis Morissette
Favorite Composer: J.S. Bach
Favorite Color: royal blue
Motto: "Duh".
What I hate to hear the most: Being told I am smart/intelligent/clever, all that crap--none of which is true. Just because I wear glasses doesn't make me any more brainy than the last cockroach you stepped on with your bedroom slippers. Of course, I would give an arm and a leg to become a nerd, but unfortunately there just isn't enough gray matter. It's a difficult situation, you know. When you're neither a nerd nor a bimbo then what are you? Ordinary. Ugh. I absolutely loathe that word.
What I like to hear the most: "Let's order some pizza", "Let's shop for computer stuff", "I have tickets to a classical music concert", "Your poetry sucks, and you can't swim to save your life, but I like you anyway."
Would like to own someday: a brown, short-haired, medium-sized dog, to feed and take for walks in the park
Favorite Book: "The Second Sex" by Simone de Beauvoir
Favorite Quote:
"One is not born, but rather becomes, a woman." --SdB