Pedal Strike

TweetLike most girls, I secretly love checking my horoscope. I am inclined to believe in compatibility between certain astrological signs but will freely disregard the day’s predicted fortunes if it is clearly not in my favor. The next day, I’ll get just a tiny bit excited if “flirtatious encounters” are included in the day’s fate. […]

TweetGoing to the dentist freaks me out. Like most people, I don’t particularly enjoy getting the insides of my mouth poked and prodded with sharp, cold, metal instruments. I might not even mind that discomfort, actually, if it wasn’t for the lies. Why is that? Like every “don’t worry, this won’t hurt” is dentist code […]

TweetWhen significant others fail become less significant, I do what [I’d like to think] most others do: stuff all objects/memories/gifts/pictures associated with said person into some kind of receptacle [not the trash, though, apparently newly broken hearts like to cling not purge] and place it somewhere it can be easily forgotten. Months later, I’ll come […]

TweetEvery year, a typed sheet of paper will arrive in a tri-colored air mail envelope, my address inscribed with my father’s well-handled Mont Blanc pen. A jumble of Japanese mixed in with the occasional English word, he’ll even sometimes provide the odd phonetic pronunciation of a simple Japanese character while somehow leaving the harder ones […]

TweetThese days, a cough, sneeze, or sniffle is enough is send me running. Preferably outdoors. Like trains, buses, and crowded public areas, classrooms are cesspools of bacteria and germs. I made a vow this year not to get H1N1. Not so much because I heard that it sucks more than having your impacted wisdom teeth […]