A few days ago, I was walking to the train station, when I noticed a man in front of me unfortunately had a coffee stain on his bum. He just walked off a bus, so either he acquired it there, or for some reason enjoys wearing pants that makes him look like he had some extra poo.
I then thought to myself, should i tell this guy? If that guy had an important presentation or meeting with a client, a stain like that could easily break an important deal.
On the other hand, there isn't much he can do for the time being. After my similar experience, I would just be self conscious the whole time, really annoyed and frustrated about the stain. And even worse, if he already knew, then someone else pointing it out, might just make him realize how noticable it really is, and potentially making him feel even more embarassed and awkward.
I opted to not tell him. What would you do?
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Dreamscape
Well, this happened a few days ago, I've just been forgetting to blog about it, but:
I woke up one morning a few days ago, and for some strange reason, I was in my parent's house, in the room I lived in as a boy. Immediately, I knew something was wrong. I knew I was dreaming. This sense was so strong. There's no way I could be at my parents home. I then attempted to wake myself up. But, I had no idea how. I basically just looked up, and yelled, "your dreaming, wake up!". I kept on screaming for like 5 minutes. It didn't work, so I was like, 'oh well, maybe I'm not dreaming, I better start getting ready for work' and thus I proceed to the shower. My dream continues, and I don't remember anything of it. But when i eventually woke up, I totally remembered i knew I was dreaming. It was so strange.
Later that day I told one of my co-workers this story, and he mentioned, that he read some documentary that some people actually attempt to try to recognize they're dreaming when they dream. This way, they can 'control' their dream, and do whatever they want. I wish I had that mindset during my dream, lol. Instead, I spent the whole time trying to just wake myself up. I should've been instead playing a bach double concerto with Sarah Chang, or proving P=NP in front of well-known computer science theorists, or starring in a spy thriller movie doing some crazy crouching tiger hidden dragon martial arts. So many possibilities... How stupid of me to just go to the shower and get ready for work.
PS. Oh, and sorry M.E. for possibility misleading you into thinking this post is about our awesome high school piano composition, but I thought the name fit.
I woke up one morning a few days ago, and for some strange reason, I was in my parent's house, in the room I lived in as a boy. Immediately, I knew something was wrong. I knew I was dreaming. This sense was so strong. There's no way I could be at my parents home. I then attempted to wake myself up. But, I had no idea how. I basically just looked up, and yelled, "your dreaming, wake up!". I kept on screaming for like 5 minutes. It didn't work, so I was like, 'oh well, maybe I'm not dreaming, I better start getting ready for work' and thus I proceed to the shower. My dream continues, and I don't remember anything of it. But when i eventually woke up, I totally remembered i knew I was dreaming. It was so strange.
Later that day I told one of my co-workers this story, and he mentioned, that he read some documentary that some people actually attempt to try to recognize they're dreaming when they dream. This way, they can 'control' their dream, and do whatever they want. I wish I had that mindset during my dream, lol. Instead, I spent the whole time trying to just wake myself up. I should've been instead playing a bach double concerto with Sarah Chang, or proving P=NP in front of well-known computer science theorists, or starring in a spy thriller movie doing some crazy crouching tiger hidden dragon martial arts. So many possibilities... How stupid of me to just go to the shower and get ready for work.
PS. Oh, and sorry M.E. for possibility misleading you into thinking this post is about our awesome high school piano composition, but I thought the name fit.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
My Commute
I like my commute in the morning. It gives me time to read my scriptures, and I get to see some awesome views every morning. Here's some pictures I took with my phone.
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Mystery Mojo
Wow, today was a weird day.
It's not quite normal, scratch that, Extremelely, very (Ochen) not normal for me to get hit on. It's just something I'm not used to encountering. But today I got hit on twice. Interesting day indeed.
My cousin's dad happened to be in SF for business today, and since I wanted to get this DS thingy from my cousin, he gave it to his dad, and during lunch today, I went to pick it up. And on my way, this guy approaches me, kind of stands in front of me as to talk to me, and then gives some type of wink, and says, "Hey handsome".
Ummmm..., I was totally caught offguard and was just too bewildered to respond, and I just kept on walking. I should've expected this sooner from San Francisco, I mean come on the trains have 'gay tv' ads on them, but the only time I'm really walking out in San Francisco is during rush hour and near downtown, so all you see is business people sipping a cofee on the way to work. (And also, I'm not going to be embarassed, but
having blonde highlights probably has a stronger correlation to gay men than straight, which someone might use as an identifier without knowing the person)
And as I went through the day, I was like, wow this will make an interesting blog post, and I probably could've embellished more, but encounter #2 is just all the more juicy.
My train hits pleasant hill, and I start walking towards my car. This girl approaches me, asking how to get to richmond. I start off a little puzzled because I don't know the area very well, and my brain is kind of thinking, trying to remember where richmond is, where she then just goes, "Your cute" and smiles. My brain has finally finished calculating where richmond is, and I kind of give an automated response of, "Thanks, I appreciate that". She's not so bad looking either, so I was thinking about returning the favor, but I refrained (which in hindsight, to anyone else, I should've complemented her, but this case I'm glad i didn't). Again, with my brain kind of being delayed, I was like, yeah take the BART, you have to xfer when you get to... and she interupts me and goes, "You wanna hook up?".
Me: "UMMM..." (This i guess makes my second um for the day)
She kind of notices my state of surprise, and diverts the situation by asking, "do one of these busses go to richmond?" Since I had no clue, I just said, just take the train, when she then follows up with, "Do you have kids?"
And I go, "No...."
And then she decides to introduce herself. she goes, I'm Myeesha (Or something like that, Already forget her name), what's your name?
"Matt"
"Do you want to hookup?"
"Um... that's alright"
"You're cute. You sure you don't want to? no kids right?"
"No thanks"
"No kids?"
At this point, I beign walking backwards, and go, "Good luck, take the bart, you know how?"
"Yeah."
And I hear her mumble some more, questioning, no kids?
I face away, and walk away.
It's not quite normal, scratch that, Extremelely, very (Ochen) not normal for me to get hit on. It's just something I'm not used to encountering. But today I got hit on twice. Interesting day indeed.
My cousin's dad happened to be in SF for business today, and since I wanted to get this DS thingy from my cousin, he gave it to his dad, and during lunch today, I went to pick it up. And on my way, this guy approaches me, kind of stands in front of me as to talk to me, and then gives some type of wink, and says, "Hey handsome".
Ummmm..., I was totally caught offguard and was just too bewildered to respond, and I just kept on walking. I should've expected this sooner from San Francisco, I mean come on the trains have 'gay tv' ads on them, but the only time I'm really walking out in San Francisco is during rush hour and near downtown, so all you see is business people sipping a cofee on the way to work. (And also, I'm not going to be embarassed, but
having blonde highlights probably has a stronger correlation to gay men than straight, which someone might use as an identifier without knowing the person)
And as I went through the day, I was like, wow this will make an interesting blog post, and I probably could've embellished more, but encounter #2 is just all the more juicy.
My train hits pleasant hill, and I start walking towards my car. This girl approaches me, asking how to get to richmond. I start off a little puzzled because I don't know the area very well, and my brain is kind of thinking, trying to remember where richmond is, where she then just goes, "Your cute" and smiles. My brain has finally finished calculating where richmond is, and I kind of give an automated response of, "Thanks, I appreciate that". She's not so bad looking either, so I was thinking about returning the favor, but I refrained (which in hindsight, to anyone else, I should've complemented her, but this case I'm glad i didn't). Again, with my brain kind of being delayed, I was like, yeah take the BART, you have to xfer when you get to... and she interupts me and goes, "You wanna hook up?".
Me: "UMMM..." (This i guess makes my second um for the day)
She kind of notices my state of surprise, and diverts the situation by asking, "do one of these busses go to richmond?" Since I had no clue, I just said, just take the train, when she then follows up with, "Do you have kids?"
And I go, "No...."
And then she decides to introduce herself. she goes, I'm Myeesha (Or something like that, Already forget her name), what's your name?
"Matt"
"Do you want to hookup?"
"Um... that's alright"
"You're cute. You sure you don't want to? no kids right?"
"No thanks"
"No kids?"
At this point, I beign walking backwards, and go, "Good luck, take the bart, you know how?"
"Yeah."
And I hear her mumble some more, questioning, no kids?
I face away, and walk away.
Monday, June 9, 2008
A book and its cover
Can you identify a type of person by what car they drive? Even more so, can you tell what type of neighberhood, by what cars are parked there? I ask this, because literally, every house on this street has a truck parked in its driveway. Even my roommate has a truck. Does this say soemthing about the street I live on? Or am I trying to read into things too much?
Sunday, June 8, 2008
Chocalate suprise
You delve into a chocalate, and then bam! this artificial concoction that tastes more like glue, wax, and sugar, than the claimed flavor of cherries, or strawberries, or rasberries enter your mouth. You spit it out in disgust, and just wonder, how in the world does such a candy store get so popular. This is what I think of See's Chocolate.
Every time i drive home, the first residential street i turn on has a See's store right at the beginning. Every time I pass it, I think, this is such an out of place location (well it's kind of close to the mall), but I'm like, they must not get any business.
And to my surprise, on Saturdays and weekends (ok, wow, i can't beleive I just typed that, Saturdays, and Sundays), I see the parking lot full (There's no other store). This totally baffles me, I can't stand their candies. I know I don't have any where close to a normal person's taste buds, but still, I think my whole extended family hates See's Candies. Do not buy us a box for Xmas.
What do people see in this brand? I can understand jelly bellies. A Jelly bean is much smaller than a See's Chococlate. furthermore, The bad flavors are supposed to be bad, that's part of the appeal. But See's, you're paying like a whole dollar for a bad choclate. I don't even pay that much for a good piece of choclate.
If you want to get me a chocolate for a gift, give me ferrero rochers
Every time i drive home, the first residential street i turn on has a See's store right at the beginning. Every time I pass it, I think, this is such an out of place location (well it's kind of close to the mall), but I'm like, they must not get any business.
And to my surprise, on Saturdays and weekends (ok, wow, i can't beleive I just typed that, Saturdays, and Sundays), I see the parking lot full (There's no other store). This totally baffles me, I can't stand their candies. I know I don't have any where close to a normal person's taste buds, but still, I think my whole extended family hates See's Candies. Do not buy us a box for Xmas.
What do people see in this brand? I can understand jelly bellies. A Jelly bean is much smaller than a See's Chococlate. furthermore, The bad flavors are supposed to be bad, that's part of the appeal. But See's, you're paying like a whole dollar for a bad choclate. I don't even pay that much for a good piece of choclate.
If you want to get me a chocolate for a gift, give me ferrero rochers
Thursday, June 5, 2008
My Endless Fear
About 2-3 weeks ago, I was for some reason feeling really rushed after I left work. When I went onto the train, there were 2 empty seats. seeing that everyone else around me decided to just stand, I was like ok I'll take the seat then.
So I quickly go to the seat and sit down. About 5 seconds later, I jump out of the seat, realizing my bottom is all wet. I had sat in some wet puddle. Feeling totally embarassed (and suddenly realizing why noone took the seat) i went to another part of the train, with my butt wet for a whole the rest of my 35 minute train ride. Due to my embarassment, i didn't even look back at the seat to see what that liquid was.
After I got home, I quickly changed, and now finally being able to see the bottom of my pants and underwear, noticed it was all yellow... I didn't dare smell it to guess what i sat in.
Now, everytime I sit down on the train, I have this constant fear I'm going to sit in a puddle of pee. I either spend a good 5 seconds looking at my seat before sitting down. And if i forget to spend 5 seconds looking, i end up having a knee-jerk reaction causing me to fidget to the side, and double check if the seat is dry, before fully sitting down.
I just might be scarred for life...
So I quickly go to the seat and sit down. About 5 seconds later, I jump out of the seat, realizing my bottom is all wet. I had sat in some wet puddle. Feeling totally embarassed (and suddenly realizing why noone took the seat) i went to another part of the train, with my butt wet for a whole the rest of my 35 minute train ride. Due to my embarassment, i didn't even look back at the seat to see what that liquid was.
After I got home, I quickly changed, and now finally being able to see the bottom of my pants and underwear, noticed it was all yellow... I didn't dare smell it to guess what i sat in.
Now, everytime I sit down on the train, I have this constant fear I'm going to sit in a puddle of pee. I either spend a good 5 seconds looking at my seat before sitting down. And if i forget to spend 5 seconds looking, i end up having a knee-jerk reaction causing me to fidget to the side, and double check if the seat is dry, before fully sitting down.
I just might be scarred for life...
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
3 Door Closet
Is there a nontechnological field similar to HCI (Human Computer Interaction)? Because when I stare at my closet, I wonder, did whoever design it actually try to use it? They seriously need to learn how humans interact with a closet.
It's not that bad, but so you can all understand, It's a master bedroom closet (not walk-in) and has 3 sliding doors, evenly taking a 3rd each of the closet. However, there's only 2 rails, so 2 doors are on one rail, and the third is on a different one. This means you can only have 1/3 of the closet available to you at a time.
Now, the closet itself, is partioned into 2, with a shoe like rack built into the center. So basically the 3 openings you can get via the doors, do not match the layout of the closet. I want to fire whoever made this closet. It's only slightly bigger than what someone would expect from a regular room closet, why not just stick with 2 doors half the size of the closet, like every other closet?
Or at least have 3 rails. I guesss this guy hasn't ever had fun with a 3-board whiteboard or chalkboard. Hmm... A white board closet, now that's an idea...
It's not that bad, but so you can all understand, It's a master bedroom closet (not walk-in) and has 3 sliding doors, evenly taking a 3rd each of the closet. However, there's only 2 rails, so 2 doors are on one rail, and the third is on a different one. This means you can only have 1/3 of the closet available to you at a time.
Now, the closet itself, is partioned into 2, with a shoe like rack built into the center. So basically the 3 openings you can get via the doors, do not match the layout of the closet. I want to fire whoever made this closet. It's only slightly bigger than what someone would expect from a regular room closet, why not just stick with 2 doors half the size of the closet, like every other closet?
Or at least have 3 rails. I guesss this guy hasn't ever had fun with a 3-board whiteboard or chalkboard. Hmm... A white board closet, now that's an idea...
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
Tone Mute
I'm not really tone deaf, but I've always struggled creating a pitch. My high school friends termed me as tone-mute.
But actually, I am kind of tone-deaf. My ear is good at some things and horrible at others. I have a really hard time telling relative pitch. I can tell if two notes aren't the same, but a lot of times it's hard for me to tell if it's flat or sharp. Especially if the two sounds are different timbres.
Part of me thinks that I really am tone-deaf, and that I learned pitch by feeling the resonance rather than hearing it. And eventually, my massive amount of time playing musical instruments has slowly improved my ability to detect intonation.
I read an interesting article at lunch today, which brought me to this site:
http://www.delosis.com/listening/home.html
which then has lead me to believe I'm not as tone deaf as I think I am, but compared to my friends who got perfect scores, I still wonder why I have to struggle despite all the musical training I've had...
But actually, I am kind of tone-deaf. My ear is good at some things and horrible at others. I have a really hard time telling relative pitch. I can tell if two notes aren't the same, but a lot of times it's hard for me to tell if it's flat or sharp. Especially if the two sounds are different timbres.
Part of me thinks that I really am tone-deaf, and that I learned pitch by feeling the resonance rather than hearing it. And eventually, my massive amount of time playing musical instruments has slowly improved my ability to detect intonation.
I read an interesting article at lunch today, which brought me to this site:
http://www.delosis.com/listening/home.html
which then has lead me to believe I'm not as tone deaf as I think I am, but compared to my friends who got perfect scores, I still wonder why I have to struggle despite all the musical training I've had...
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