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| i was with someone in the hospital ER when the girl, whose bed-stall was next to mine, started playing music off her phone. it was the usual mindless rap and hip-hop that i'll admit i find myself listening to and enjoying from time to time. i figured that it wasn't too bad of a deal, and so i began bobbing my head to the beat, making the best of the situation.
then the ordeal began. the girl began singing to the music. i'll admit that the singing was alright; but no... no it wasn't alright. it was downright awful. she'd sing half a phrase and kinda drop out and hum off tune and pick up again three measures down. it was a hazard to all the surrounding human life, and just a plain kick in the balls to all the people already writhing in pain in the ER.
being the passive-aggressive type that i am, i decided to strike back by playing some music of my own off of my phone. i decided on the rachmaninoff piano concerto no 2.
for some reason in my mind, i've always imagined that people who blast rap/hip-hop or [black people music] out loud in serene places like a park bench or hospital room would be repulsed by any sort of classical or [white people] music; it's like when white people cringe at the sound of a black man rapping and grunting.
i had the biggest smile on my face as i imagined this black girl's face scrunched up and squinting in pain as my [white people] music blasted through the curtain towards her. i almost hoped that it would have a sort of water-on-wizard-of-oz-witch or holy-ghost-on-nazi-in-indiana-jones effect on her; that it would kind of just melt her away or blow her up. much to my chagrin, it didn't blow her up. i didn't hear moans of pain and agony from her. unfazed, she continued her endless assault on my ears. she didn't even acknowledge the fact that i tried to passive-aggressive my way into her psyche.
it was a dissapointing result to say the least. the lesson here is that people who regularly listen to rap or hip-hop do not melt or blow up at the sound of a piano and orchestra.
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| on a lighter note, when you leave home for a while, you come back to what your house actually smells like [and quite possibly what you smell like to your friends].
mine smells like the fruit section of the asian supermarket, with top notes predominantly smelling of asian pears. quite pleasant until you approach the middle and base notes smelling of the typical asian scents. not to be racist, but its a variety of pork products and fish, with a hint of soy sauce, soybean oil, cilantro, and of course, naphthalene.
i don't want to over-generalize the asian home smell of course. all homes smell different, and there are some houses that smell very pleasant, making me want to stay in them longer or visit them more frequently. some houses smell god-awful. but i can say that the best smelling home is always the new house or the fresh-paint-on-the-walls house. i'll pick that over a flower filled house or a just-finished-baking apple pie house anyday.
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| If you want easy friends, go to church acting like you are interested in Christianity.
Note: if you go to church as a Christian, you will be completely ignored.
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| correct me if i'm wrong, but,
1) the god of the Jews, Christians, and Muslims are different.
2) Buddha is not god. nor is he a god*
anyway, i ask these because i was at the bus stop, and i overheard (more like was the victim of an ongoing rant and yearn for attention) a conversation between two people.
ranter-"oh yeah, and god? he's all the same. jew, christian, muslim, buddha..."
skeptical acquaintance-"buddha's god?"
ranter-"yeah. he's god"
i wanted to intervene, but my own limited knowledge of religion kinda held me back there, and arguing with a loud-mouthed warrior for universalism won't get me anywhere.
plus, there is no point. there's no empirical evidence for anything. people will believe what they will choose to believe.
why do i even ask this question? i'm just going to ignore peoples' answers anyway, putting a spin in my own direction and discrediting any argument.
i just needed to write something here. get writing again... stir up thoughts... get new ideas.
*on a very related note, whenever i hear of someone passing away without any indication of ever having been sick or old, i assume that the individual attained parinirvana, especially if the individual is a buddhist.
of course, people always find this offensive for some reason and say stuff like, "don't joke around like that". but who's joking?
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| tomorrow, i have to deal with tourists in new york.
not just any tourists, but baseball fans in town for the all star game.
i hate sports fans. i hate tourists. i hate them gumming up my walk to port authority after long days of work.
i hate their video cameras and baggy shorts and fanny packs.
i hate it that they look like they own new york, that they really know their way around, you know, cause navigating streets and avenues based on a grid system takes years to get used to.
i hate them even more if they don't know how to navigate the streets of midtown manhattan.
i hate them wearing their red sox caps and celtics jerseys
anyway, just saying. i'm actually not that hateful a person.
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