the other night...

this guy said to me the other night... "korea is really hip now... 20 years ago korea was not cool but now it's really hip..."
i thought about it...
...
what the fuck...

the other night i had a dream...

that i was in the house of that octuplets... and found of of them who grew up to be a teenager girl... she was lying in her bed full of despair because nobody cared about her or gave her any attention... i took her away from the house...
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last night at roulette...

i was sitting on a piano bench at the back of the room since it was a packed house... don't really need to see it to hear it... midway into the set this guy who was standing behind me decided to "share" the bench with me without asking... and he sat right next to... meaning his body was touching mine... i looked at him then decided to ignore... i think i moved away a bit so there's a little room between us... then a couple of minutes later he started to push me out of the bench... literally pushing his body against mine so i was barely sitting on the edge of the bench at this point... i was so dumbfound at this i said to him "excuse me...? what are you doing...?" he stares at me and realized that this guy was a bit creepy... i mean nothing wrong with he had no hair and his head was really shinny... had no facial expression or what-so-ever... then he even extended one of his arms over me as if he was trying to, i don't know what the hell exactly, overpower me in some crazy way...? then stared at me again...without saying a word...!
i got so crept out but didn't want to just get up because it was i who was sitting there first... what the hell...? so i turned my back to him and tried to stick to that little spot just because... then started again...! he was pushing me even harder... then i was furious so i told him he was an idiot... then he did the exact the same thing to me... i just couldn't stand this creepy asshole i walked out to the reception area since i didn't want to make a scene during a set... then i waited until the gig was over so i could have some kind of confrontation with this guy but then he disappeared...
so if you see a medium built guy with an exceptionally shinny head and flat facial expression, stay away from him... also i have a very strong feeling he did it to me because i was a girl... yikes... there are still freaks out there...

a dilemma...

i always feel like a moron whenever i tip someone for making me a cup of tea at a cafe... have you seen that episode on seinfeld...? i forget if that was elaine or george but it was about tipping someone when they can see you otherwise it wasn't necessary to tip... i know it's moronic... but i usually tip $1 for $2 tea at least when i can... and if i put some coins instead of a bill i feel like a cheapskate... but isn't 25% a generous tip...? so 50 cents is 25% of $2... but with this economy $1 tip seems to be a bit too much... then it's only a buck...!

then also there is this dilemma of whom to tip... let's say there's this person who is always nice to you then it's not a problem for you to tip... not saying they are nice to you so they can get your tip but then it's also weird that you are acknowledging someone's friendliness with money...? but then should you tip when someone was indifferent or not even nice but because they did something for you...? and should you tip just because you feel guilty...? then should i tip the nice one more...? do i have to tip $2 for my $2 tea if i tipped only $1 for someone who was not as nice...? and also when it's just a tea bag, that gets tricky... you know that person only did was to open a tea bag and put it in a cup and pour some hot water in... that's not really a work... if someone make you an awesome cup of cappuccino, that's a different story obviously... argh... too many things to worry to survive in this modern society... it's just a cup of tea really...

yesterday in the afternoon...

as i was walking out the main entrance of my apartment building, there were these 2 guys in a verizon truck... and one of them stopped me saying "excuse me, do you speak english...?"
i got bugged out although it wasn't the first time that had happened to me... i said yes somewhat grudgingly... he went on asking me if i could open the door for him since they needed to go down to the basement of the building to work on whatever he had to... i opened the door and asked him "do you ask that first to everyone who looks asian...?" the guy apologized and told me that he didn't intent to offend me but since he worked a lot in chinatown and didn't want to offend anyone... then i told him that in a way he was offending me me by asking that first...
well, even though i understood where he was coming from... but then thought about all the asian-americans, or any other minorities, who were born here and grew up american and speak perfect english and still probably get that question just because they don't look "american" enough outside... along with getting all lumped into an "asian" category filled with streotypes... or even "orientals"...
wonder how he would have felt if i asked him if he spoke english...