80/20.

I first heard about the 80/20 rule from my housemate. The axiom in a gist states that supposedly you are going out with a person, she might be perfect, less than, or not. Assumption is that she satisfies you 80%, despite the trivial percentage, you will always be curious about the other 20%. So eventually, you dump what was your 80 to pursue the 20, only to find that you were content with the 80 but things can never go back like the way it was before. The 80/20 rule serves as a reminder to prevent such situation from happening...

Ideally, everyone wants to find that perfect someone out there. But in a world with roughly 6.77 billion people, what are the chances? The chance of finding a perfect girl is near impossible, for the most part the 80/20 rule is practical. However, the 80/20 rule actually originates from economics. The specific presumption states that to achieve higher productivity one should only focus on the 20. The obvious dilemma, there is no way of knowing exactly how much the 80 is worth if you don't know the 20 and the chance of finding the perfect girl increases after each succession, presumptively...

Like most things, there are two sides to every story. In a sense, what it comes down to is how much an individual values the relationship. There are always trade-offs and no one is perfect. It just saddens me sometimes I see my friends date horrible people and settle down. I never really say anything because they clearly find some sort of meaning despite all the mess. On the other hand, there are individuals that never appreciate anything and are always on a chase...

In many ways, the 80/20 rule is very much like a visit to an ice-cream shop. Girls are like the different flavors that can be selected and sampled. So many flavors out there to try, how do you know which one is your favorite? For me, I already know what my favorite flavor is. It never gets old and it is the only thing I ask for whenever I am in an ice-cream shop. I am actually on a diet right now, so sticking with the non-fat yogurt. But I still get the cravings for some good ol' ice-cream from time to times :]

Cupcake Carcrash.

So after I bought some cupcakes for my friend today at Sprinkles, I managed to get myself in a car accident. The scenario went down like this, I was backing out of my parking space. As usual, the parking lot consists of a two way traffic flow, a debatable point I will get back on later. There was already another car waiting for me in the back when I was backing out, this car was on the right lane. When I backed out my car, I wanted to turn right so instead of exiting the busy street I can weave my way through traffic and find a less occupied exit. But while I was backing out, the car behind the car that was waiting for my spot decided to drive up through the left lane. So this moment in time, my car was turned to the right with nowhere to go because both lanes were blocked. The only solution then for me is to park my car in again, back out, and make a left into the street instead of right. I did just that. But what do you know? While backing out, the car in the left lane decided to drive for whatever reason. The aftermath was a dent on the right front fender, my car was scratch free...

The real story begins here. I got out of my car to talk to the people from the other car. I was a little bit frustrated because for starter, the accident happened because some people have no etiquette and patience at driving. Anyways, so I went to the window of the passenger side and the first thing the lady said to me was, "I have cancer. I just got out of chemo therapy. Do you want to exchange insurance information?" that caught me completely off guard. So for the next ten minutes or so, I was like apologizing to her. I told her I didn't want to go through insurance. For some reason, all of the sudden everything felt like my fault. I even sent an email to her apologizing. But the thing is... now I think about it, I don't think it was my fault at all. Her driver was arguing that because there was not a yellow-dotted line on the road, it was not a two way traffic. But that is just ridiculous, aside from that Mrs. Cancer lady wasn't even the one driving...

Everytime I would state my case and talk about it with the driver, Mrs. Cancer lady would be like, "I can't handle this right now". The driver even asked me this stupid question, "why did you back your car in again?" I mean, are you serious... first you blocked traffic, second you went against the traffic, how is it any of it my fault? If anything, I am the victim of an impulsive driver that did not followed the traffic rules. Anyways, I am not exactly sure if I am at fault or not because I did hit the side of her car. I am pretty sure if she hit my car first, then that would be a completely different story. I think I am actually going to talk to my insurance about it. I have a lot of sympathy for people, but I am also an honest person. Seriously though, just because someone have cancer does not mean they are always right... and to use that as leverage in an argument, I don't know what to think...

Postscript: After talking to my insurance agent, I found out the car accident was not my fault. She told me to stop contacting the lady, email and phone. If she still thinks it is my fault, she can file for her insurance claim and explain the situation to her insurance agency. The lady did not give me her driver's information and license plate number, so I cannot trust her by exchanging information with her through the phone. The most reliable way is to wait for the insurance call. With that being said, I guess I will be spending the remainder of summer waiting for that call...

Night 7/9/9.

Tried my first Liquid Cocain at the bar yesterday, the 151 was quite a sensation. Afterwards went to Ketmoree, the infamous bar in Davis where dirty dancing happens on a thursday night. The set-up of the place was not bad. This was actually the first time I got in, previous attempts have been cut short due to my lack of patience waiting in line to get grind on. I was never really into the whole idea of dancing in a bar. Yesterday was no different, so I decided last minute to watch the midnight showing of Brüno with couple drunk friends. Good thing I was kind of gone when I watched the movie or else I would have remembered many more instances of a certain male body part flashing on the big screen. Overall the movie was alright, the high-rating on rottentomatoes was kind of hyped. I couldn't help but wonder whom the target audience for Brüno are. All I can say is, the movie was pretty gay even from a homosexual standpoint...

Friend.

"Every single cell in the human body replaces itself over a period of seven years. That means there's not even the smallest part of you now that was part of you seven years ago. Everything is changing."-The Raw Shark Texts, Steven Hall.

Question: How do you really know someone?

I don't think there is any possible way to know someone completely. I mean that is the beauty of being alive right? You never know when people will surprise you. So I started off this entry aiming at a discussion on couple relationships, but today I did something really stupid and it made me ponder why I did it. Basically I put salt on my wrist and pressed it really hard with ice, the result is a numb wrist and a scar. My friend told me it is a "rite of passage", I did it without any questions asked. Afterwards, it kind of makes me wonder... Why am I always down to do stupid shit with my friends?! Then I realized, it is because we share a tacit agreement. I trust them. I mean that is really all you can ask for in any relationship. No matter what I do, they will always have my back. No matter how long I haven't hangout with them, everytime I head back home I can kick it with them like it was yesterday. A friend really is just a long and close companion...

I finally figured this out. I want to be your friend, even if I am just a friend. I was too attached to the ideas and the outcomes. I guess sometimes I am just too stubborn to think I can free myself from these attachments along the string of consequences. I mean, how often do we make mistakes of thinking what we want is actually what we need? Sometimes the most selfless thing is also the most selfish thing. If there is anything to take away, I was being selfish. There are so many opportunities to get to know you more as a person if I just open myself up to the possibilities. I was too attached and fixated on what will happen in the end that I completely forgot what it means to be a friend... Hope I am not too late...

"I could have met you in a sandbox. I could have passed you on the sidewalk. Could I have missed my chance and watched you walked away?"-Love song for no one, John Mayer.