mad then became disappointed

This morning I encountered an incident that initially mad then later became very disappointed in mankind. When the BART train got to South Hayward station, there was a girl that was trying to catch the train. She slipped on the floor landing on her back, but her arm was stuck at the train door because she was trying to get on. I was shocked for a second, but when I got focused again, I realized that no one went to help this girl. everyone just stared at her, and thinking that the door would just open on its own. I couldn't stand it anymore and got up to push the door open for her.

Granted that she couldn't get on the train, luckily she's okay. She stood up again, and was panting at the station. The train stalled for a like 10-15 seconds before moving again. And then some girl on the train made a comment, "it's because of these people, that's why it hold up the train schedule." And another girl tagged along with that comment, and said, "you're very right."

When I heard that, I was in fumes. In my head, I was like, "it's just because of someone like you that don't help out others, that's why we get hold up on the train!!" I was so mad because I looked around, no one got up, and all the men were all sitting down too! what the heck is wrong with this world??? I wonder what would have happened, if I didn't stand up and help her out. Would anyone else get up???

Later, this became a disappointment.

My Space

This is not an entry to talk about a stalking incident on myspace dot com, but more of finding a space for myself. i've been talking about this many entries ago that it's been hard transitioning back home, and feeling that my room is really the safe haven than everywhere else. well, the answer has changed.

today, i felt good by sitting at a cafe, doing my reading, typing my email, and writing this entry. o my, how much do i miss studying, chatting at cha, at antigua with my favorite study buddies. i think i find myspace -- which is this wireless cafe near my neighborhood. this is not an easy find, and there are not too many of them to begin with. some places that offer wi fi tend to be crowded with teenagers, gossiping about their high school life, as well as doing illegal gambling....

now, i just wish that i can find someone that i can come with. cy would prefer playing his video games, and watching his sports on a sunday afternoon. here, i find peace, and a space that i can do my thing =). it's been a chillaxing weekend... hehe... before the storm comes this coming week.

lip balm

for some reason, different brands and scents of lip balm trigger certain memories, they remind me of different stages of my life.

i remember...
lip ice - lemon flavor (kinda like smackers in the US) reminds of elementary school days
soft lips - my middle school days
chapstick - after i moved to the US
carmex - college days
burts bees - (honey) grad school; (pomegranate oil) grad school + now...

i know, this is super random!