To Seeing the Invisible

This might be a pretty controversial opinion, but it's something I've been thinking about for a while now, and I think It will help me flesh out my thoughts if I express it in words--however incoherent they are. In our society, there is a positive correlation of success and likability in men, but a negative correlation in women. I can think of specific person where this is true. She is a very career-oriented and I know her ambition will definitely lead her to success. But frankly, I can see how many of her peers are intimidated, or sometimes even detracted by her. Had this person been a guy, that detraction would have been reverence. As a female becomes more successful, men deem them less and less approachable, but this trend is black-and-white opposite with men; socially, society views successful men as a positive thing. And I think that sucks . Not only is this cultural stigma completely disempowering but, taking account creative and logical process in the brain dif...

Since it's still the third post, maybe it's a good idea to talk about what this blog is/will-be about. Why did I start? It was first to familiarize myself with basic HTML. It actually took many many hours to get this blog up from scratch. You can probably tell from the broken links, that I still have a lot of work to do. But that soon changed... A friend from high school once told me, thoughts are too telling and too valuable to simply forget away. That's why she keeps a diary entry, each day, methodically recording all of her musings in a physical journal. It's not simply because I agree with her, but the notion of keeping record also really resonates with me. I can't really explain why--I've never really thought of that actually--but it's something I like do. Just for shits n' giggles, I guess I'll share some of the things I've been doing: a log of every single movie I have seen for the past 4 years a log of every single key/mouse click...

Recently, I've been exposed to a lot of material questioning the limits of the human society. Walking home under an absolutely beautiful night sky, combined with a pensive state-of-mind, it really got me thinking. I guess I'll send off my first post with an anecdote: With so much stillness and silence about the night, it was easy to spot the silhouettes of three men and their long instruments... for they were the only things that moved within miles of this remote area. Each of them sat in fold-up chairs with their coffee mugs in one hand, frequently peering into the eyepieces of their telescopes pointed straight up into the heart of the Fremont sky. They had come on a perfect night; the stars knew they were being watched; each molecule of a star battled one another fiercely to be recognized, even for a fraction of a second, by the three men. With their precision instruments to gather distant light, the astronomers had hiked all the way up to this clearing just to have a sight o...

Today, I overheard a conversation at the FSM that I thought I should share. This guy was complaining to his friend of the communication problems he and his roommate had. "Dumb roommate can't speak English for shit…even if his life depended on it," he said. His friend immediately replied, "what is his name? Ching Chu Chong?" "It might as well be haha." Of course, they laugh it off as if it's no big deal. The ironic thing is, here I am, listening to a conversation of two guys nonchalantly making huuuge negative generalizations about Asians at the FSM. Do they not realize that all tables adjacent to them were groups of Asians? I honestly cannot write a movie script to make it this bad. Your car is Japanese. Your pizza is Italian. Your potato is German. Your coffee is Brazilian. Your democracy is Greek. Your tea is Tamil. Your fashion is French. Your shirt is Indian. Your shoes are Thai. Your watch is Swiss. Your electronics are Chinese...