Mustang
The other day at work, I saw a beautiful Ford Mustang drive next to me. Unfortunately, it was in a nasty soft purple with yellow flames. www.gay.com was proudly displayed on the sides. Never mind the website. Why would you choose a color scheme like that for a muscular car like a mustang? It's like a VW Beetle without a flower logo in it. Just wrong. No good, no good.
I learned a lot about how women and men think in my last two GE classes. The classes give theories on how and why men and women think the way they do. They used an evolutionary perspective whenever possible. I learned that there is a reason women want an older more mature man with lots of resources. Contrary wise, I learned why men prefer nubile young jail bait with ample bosoms and curvy wastes. It's a fascinating way of looking at humans as a species. Then we approached the subject of gay men. Since they prefer men, do they want an older more mature man? No. They look at men like men look at women. Young and beautiful. That's how they are.
So I was informed that gay men don't care about cars. Generally speaking of course. So what they did to the car was purposely. Stand out so that people will go to the website. Worked for me.
Home again
I was at Target for the 3rd time this week. While checking out the diapers for my sister, a little old Asian woman came up to me and started asking me something. I couldn't hear what she was saying. It sounded like gibberish. I answered her in my usual monotone, 我不知道. She didn't accept my answer and this time asked more succinctly in Vietnamese. Oh, I am home again. No more people thinking I am Chinese. I'm Vietnamese again in good old San Jose.
Read Me
Jeff and Clara. Words can't describe how grateful I am to have met these two.
It's been awhile but I am back from my slumber. With much fanfare and lots to tell, I just came back from graduation. Been living at home for the past 10 days relaxing. It's time to get on the ball and do some actual work. I have to spice up the resume and find work.
I've been encountering privacy issues lately. Are people really that secretive about their lives? I was using on of my friends as an example while speaking to someone last month and they interrupted me. "Should you be telling me this?" It wasn't a big secret or anything. If it was, I wouldn't be using him as an example. Later, in an email I got some information from a friend who was doing some traveling. At the end of his mass email, he wrote down a disclaimer: Please don't share this without my permission. How odd I thought. Nothing he wrote down seemed personal to me. He did after all mass email it to some 15 people.
Today, my life is an open book. I was out with the so called "Fantastic Four" for lunch today. I'm The Thing. Anyway they started spouting off some deeply personal conversations I've had with various persons the past 10 days. My first reaction was, how dare you guys speak so openly about me. But actually, I don't really care all that much. Go ahead and talk. I could use the input. This type of thinking does not jive well with my hermit attitude. It goes against all ways existential. I'm supposed to hide and cower in the corner. But today, I enjoyed a brisk stroll at the mall. I gossiped with friends and even got a little shopping done. Am I turning normal?
Moving Day
Look at how stylish I am in those sandals. Today, I move out of my apartment. I can say goodbye to, I wouldn't say the smelliest person ever but definitely one of the smelliest person I had prolonged contact with. His hygiene is appalling and I wonder if more guys aren't like him. He doesn't stink per se if you are friends with him. I don't notice anything talking to him casually outside of the apartment. But if you had to go into his room.... pee-eww! He has gotten less aromatic the past year I lived with him or it could be I just got used to it. I'm glad I'm leaving before another bout of summer heat. His sweat is epic. Anyway, I complain a lot. He's an okay roommate. Easy to talk to and all. So I'll leave it at that.
Khai and Mark have graciously allowed me to crash at their place while I look for a job. I'd like to take them up on their offer but I feel a couple of weeks is not enough time to find work. A rough survey of my friends so far has given me a number of about three months on average to find a job after college. I can't possibly burden them for more than a couple of weeks. So we'll see where God leads me to next. I'm up for a surprise.
Shed Blood not Tears
I was talking to Jen on Sunday and she was asking me what I would be doing after I graduate. I said, I don't know. I don't have a place to stay here in LA so I would probably go back home. She made a sad face at me and said something to the tune of awww... Something like that. Anyway, the point is, she seemed more worried about my future than I was... outwardly. Inside, the anxiety was piling up. I just can't express that to anyone on the outside. Show my vulnerabilities on the outside for everyone to see? You must be kidding me. Me? Emotional? 我
留血不留淚.
