Buddhists Do Scratch Their Heads Too

Friend: I realized something while I was at the restroom a while back.

Milktea: What's that?

Friend: I realized I'm such a coward. I need to find the strength to face my life's issues.

Milktea: That's nice. I'm glad you realized that.

Friend: Yeah. I've been in a reflective mood...

Milktea: Thanks to the Restroom.

So, that's how me and my friend converse during office hours - restrooms and epiphanies.

Whenever I feel lonely that I have no one to go out with on a Friday evening, I go to the gym and count the many other people who have equally nowhere else to go but the gym. Suddenly, I don't feel that bad anymore.  harharhar!

Come to think of it, working out is suppose to be fun! ha!

Knees Trouble
My right knee hurts. I attribute this to the fact that I run the treadmill at the gym twice to thrice a week. Other than that, I can't come up with any more activity in my everyday life that could possibly hurt my knees. Unless secretly cursing my boss at work can be that disastrous?

To save my incompetent knees, I bought a knee support a few weeks ago. It is quite expensive so I decided to get only one for the right knee. Two weeks after, I am in love with it. I can now run the treadmill without harboring the fear that my knees would suddenly freeze or even melt anytime. I now declare knee support as the next best thing to cheese muffins.

Except that 1) the left knee is jealous and wants one too. 2) I sweat so much that I need to wash it everytime I use it, which also means I need some spare if I workout everyday, which is the case at present.

That being said, in order to keep both right and left knees from being damaged and from any unwanted odors, I need 3 more knee supports.

Did I say they were expensive?

The Effect Of Skinny Girls
For some reason, the post about effect of skinny girls disappear. Fuck.

I hurt someone else's ego yesterday. This happened during photography class when the instructor required each student to produce one best shot, which will then be posted in front of the class for everyone to scrutinize. Our task was to pick the best and the worst shots among all the 40++ pictures we each submitted.

When it was my turn, the worst shot I picked was one of a tree silhouette with gray clouds as the background. I explained with an assertive voice that I found the image to be dull and boring. I was sure the owner of the picture hated me but I didn't care. I don't know anyone in the class anyway.

During lunch break, I went to a nearby fastfood. Coincidentally, the guy beside my table was from my photography class too. He recognized me and politely invited me to join them so I won't be alone eating. I obliged and found him to be genuinely nice. He even pointed me to some photography sites which I can peruse for photography tips and techniques.

After lunch, our instructor distributed our pictures back to us making sure she go round the class handing the pictures from student to student. By some sick twist of fate, the instructor chose to stand before me just when she was about to hand the one I picked as the worst shot to the owner. She made sure to encourage the owner by saying little boy, don't mind those harsh words the others have said about your picture. Keep it up. All throughout I my eyes were fixed on the hardwood floors.

It turned out that one I picked as the worst shot was his, the guy whom I joined lunch with. It was a day I wished in dire I could bury my head on the ground.

I am broke. My purse contains an amount just enough for me to buy something from McDonald's but not fill up my gas tank for the week. The last two saturdays were spent shopping for birthday gifts for four of my lovely friends whom I missed giving birthday presents to. The backlog went as far as March. Yes, I am sloppy like that.

I learned of course not to commit the same mistake next year because spending money all at once can overwhelm the pocket quite a bit and the hurt is just worse than getting a bad haircut. When you undergo hurting like this, you are inclined to doubt whether these people are really your friends or whether they're just a figment of your imagination and that at some point in time, particularly at the time while your credit card is being swiped, you kind of wished the latter was the truth.

Spending can make people crazy but if It's any comfort, I am glad to say I can sleep and snore soundly at night and not worry about friendship termination and the likes.


I am happy because I made someone happy even it meant being broke.

One of the birthday gifts I bought was a pricey coffeemaker that I know my friend has been longing to have for as long as I can remember. When I sent her the gift, she was overjoyed and confused at the same time.
Later that night, I received a text from her bearing the question that's causing this confusion. She asked whether the gift was intended to be a birthday gift (her birthday was in May) or a wedding gift (sometime next year), to which I jokingly replied it is intended for both since I am a lazy gift-buyer.

We both laughed and we both were happy.


A year ago, I went to Fisherman's wharf, a famous tourist spot in San Francisco. The friend who brought us along used to work in the area so she is familiar with the place. In fact, she has made quite a bunch of friends there already including the owner of a small souvenir shop.

At that time, the shop owner was looking for models for his new project where he offers tourists to have their picture taken and let them choose which famous tourist spot in San Francisco they want as their backdrop. Being new to picture taking and editing, he asked us if we're interested to get our free pictures since we seemed to be dying to have our picture taken and at the same time so he could experiment his newly bought camera and computer. In return for our service, he will use this picture as their model picture that he will be posting outside the giftshop to attract prospective customers.

Bored and being the freebie suckers that we are, we gladly agreed knowing that nobody in San Francisco would recognize us anyway. Of course, I never get to see whether our pic was indeed posted outside since I left already.

One year after, a friend of my brother went to San Francisco and saw that picture in poster size flashing before him.

The rest is history.

Moral of the Story: If you want to put a face on the person behind this blog, how about give San Francisco a try?

As I said, I am busy but I don't even know why. It's not that I have been engaging in noble acts although I love the idea of planting trees to save the environment for a change. It's just that time has been swooshing off swiftly like the air of a fart. It scary, sometimes.

Of course, it doesn't mean I changed. My same old issue of disliking my boss is still intact. In fact, more than six weeks at this job, I already hate him and wish somebody steal that annoyingly tall mug of his that he carries around all day with his coffee.

Also, I am quite disappointed how poor some peoples' work ethics' are. It's astonishing how many more millions of people out there are actually worse than me and no wonder why all my former bosses love me despite my occasional net surfing habit during office hours. ha!ha!ha!

And the thing that makes this world more depressing is seeing this same group of people with trashy attitude complain how their company treats them so unfairly, when in the first place they have been spending their time at the office reading postsecret.

As usual, I am constipated. Who's gonna save me?