one cold-ass winter day, a young man had an exercise physiology lab to attend to. he decided it would be in his best interest to arrive early at the laboratory - 15 minutes to be exact (for those of you lost in the realm of curiosity).
as he entered the room, he was greeted with the sight of many familiar contraptions, excercise machines and hums resonating from several computer monitors. there were also 4 group lab tables much like his last semester's lab. it was the same lab as a matter of fact. the young man also noticed that there were already 2 other lab participants who preceded his arrival. to the left table was a tall blonde caucasian woman; to the right was an older student, probably in his late 20s. he, too, was pigment-deprived. that left two empty group lab tables located to the far end of the room.
instead of joining either of the two, already seated lab attendees, the young man decided to state his claim on the far left table to the back of the room. minutes later, more people started to arrive to the first laboratory of the semester. one by one, each individual chose which tables to sit at, which would ultimately become their groups for the rest of the term every week.
for a several minutes of nobody joining his table, the young man began to wonder if he didn't smell right or if he had a nervous twitch. [from here, the rest of the story got cut off due to computer freezing difficulties. so please accept the sudden and quick ending]. eventually, a korean girl, chinese girl, taiwanese guy and chinese guy all joined the filipino man in their respective orders.
the lab later concluded with the filipino man doing strenuous, high-intensity cycling activity in order to obtain a reading on oxygen consumption during excercise. he looked very ridiculous with a tube in his mouth and supplemental nose-plug. he was very fatigued by the end of the whole matter.

the point of the story is...there is no point really.
however, the filipino noticed that he, in fact DID NOT have an aroma problem nor an uncontrollable nervous twitch. then again, it's totally up to you how this story ends and/or how you interpret it. maybe he did have these flaws and maybe these flaws were exactly what attracted his other asian counterparts.

those weirdos.

in reality there are two points to this story:
1. birds of the same feather flock together.
- it's weird. it's not coincidence. it just is. we'll call it subconscious, voluntary segregation.
2. now that's the motherfucking formation of an exercise physiology dreamteam!
- wow.


just some things to think about...socially.
just some things to think about...interactively.

then again, i attract latinas.
i tell myself that im their sweet prince.

yea right.