I haven't seen too many tattoos on people where I think 'wow, that looks pretty cool.'  But you have to hand it to Becks, he seems to have pretty good taste - unique font, suitable size, and semi-discreet location:

I bought what was only my 2nd pair of sunglasses in my life the other day.  In the store, I was standing in front of the mirror looking at myself while I tried on various pairs.  And I noticed, it is really true about how everyone looks better in sunglasses...

And I'm not just talking about my own reflection in the mirror.  But rather everyone around me suddenly looked better from my sunglass-ed perspective.  Then I realized it's not that sunglasses accentuates (or hides) people's facial eatures but rather the dark lenses blur your vision by diluting away light.  Purely, a scientific explanation.  Because think about this, with the lights off in the dark, people can easily mistaken me for Johnny Depp. 

Anyways, I thought really hard about purchasing this $260 pair:

But I ended up walking out with a generic pair on the circular rack for $9.99...you really can't tell the difference!  And if you can, I'll just turn off the lights : )

To be honest, I am still quite lost.  Why I'm here, What am I doing, and other things.  Maybe that explains why trivial ideas/thoughts (such as ones I post on xanga) don't come to me as much as they use to when things were more on autopilot, and allowed my mind to wander towards the pointless.

But I was conversing with myself on this one.  Can one be so conceited and only solely interested in one's own life that he is immune from being envious of others, because it relates to an act of wanting something from a life that is not his?  It's like you see a guy like Will Smith - good looking, beautiful wife, money, cars - but you don't want his life because it's not YOUR life.  I know that it's a bit circular logic, but it explains why I like Taiwan so much, why I like Dallas so much, and why I'll like my own kids so much.  Ugly or pretty.  Athletic or nerdy. 

(Can one be so conceited and self-centered that he asks these questions when he already knows the answer?  Because there's only one answer that matters.  And it is his?...jk)

I just moved to Mountain View this week.  It's about a 5 minute drive from Tsanford (ok ok, that was a typo, I meant Stanford) so I see a lot of college kids at the coffee shop, etc. (though not as much since it's summer).  But living close to Tsanford Stanford just reminds me of why I didn't ever want to work in a college town like Austin, TX after college.  It's because when you see college kids after you have graduated yourself, you're constantly reminded that you're past your prime.  You're no longer living the carefree life under the sanctuary of "getting your education," no longer with a "bright future with unlimited options," and no longer in tip-top physical shape (not that I was in college, but it's relative to your current state). 

During my senior year when I had no job prospects, I was going through my ideas of ideas.  One idea was to repeat undergrad from freshmen year all over again under a different alias so I can be the top of my class...cause wouldn't it be like a 12th grader repeating the 8th grade?  I guess this idea is the second-cousin to many Chinese parents' idea of transferring their child to a lesser school to attain a higher ranking.  I wonder if I could have gotten in to an Ivy League.  I think I could've at least come out with a 4.0 from a mid-teir private college.  But I'll tell you what, and I think about this at night semi-frequently, if I got to repeat 9th grade as a 26 year old, I'd so own the 9th grade basketball team.  Like a suburban white-dominated school though.  Not an urban school.  I'd probably have to go back a bit further to like 7th grade as a 26 year old to dominate at an urban school. 

A few people use to rag on me in HS about how I never have snacks/food in my house (like chips, cookies, etc.).  And this entry kind of explains that mystery.

I can't buy grocery/snacks/food for more than 1 day's supply due to my tendency to "clean house" on any food that is edible and available.  So what tends to happen is a $60 grocery bill meant for 4 individual meals becomes one $60 meal.  I really have a bit of a problem with portion control.  And you've to realize, this was never discouraged in my family growing up.  Nothing will make a Chinese mother more happy than to see his son eat and eat more.  Seriously.

Since I've moved out to SF, the condition has denigrated further.  I already know to buy only 1 meal's supply at a time.  But since I now walk to and from Wholefoods, I will finish my sandwich and my container of pre-cooked pasta salad and a bag of salt & vinegar chips all while walking, prior to reaching my apartment.  I really noticed my condition the other day when I started eating my take-out beef noodle soup, on the sidewalk, in its plastic container.