Just watched Japanese Story yesterday. There's this scene where this Japanese guy is trying to explain the subtlety of the word "Hai". And I was wondering, how do the Japanese use Messenger if everything is "Hai"?

An illustration:

Jap1: So...
Jap2: Yes?
Jap1: Understand?
Jap2: No... (But they can't say no, so it's still yes in Japanese)
Jap1: Good! (which means Tough luck, you can't say no I'm gonna take it as a yes, sucker!)
Jap2: Well... (Well That's what you think you fucking moron)

translates to

Jap1: Hai...
Jap2: Hai?
Jap1: Hai?
Jap2: Hai...
Jap1: Hai!
Jap2: Hai...

It's tough enough having to understand their spoken word. Using Messenger could bring down empires.

To the guy who urinated on the toilet seat in the 5th floor washroom:

Your purple-brownish urine stains indicate that:

1) You should drink more water
2) And lay off the prune juice
3) You may have internal bleeding.

Go see a doctor immediately. Do not pass Go. Do not collect $200. DO drop by the toilet and clean up the disgusting mess you created before you go, you diseased fuck.

Isn't it amazing how some guys can pee at least 5 times a day for more than a quarter of a century and still miss? One would think that all that practice would count towards overcoming flawed genes in the aiming department.

It's amazing how I can still wake up on the wrong side of the bed when one side is against the wall. Nasty mood today. Steer clear.

Sometimes, we make choices that our friends don't understand, or maybe they understand the reasons but simply consider it a bad decision because their considerations aren't subjected to the same constraints present in the same situation.

And sometimes, friends just choose to hear what they want to hear and then form their own conclusion and judgement about your actions. "If I were him/her, I wouldn't have done it this way but hey, it's his/her life." Sure, they're entitled to it, no issues with that.

What's irksome is that they then proceed to share their brilliant sweeping statements with others, picking the juicy parts of a story and leaving out the background or whatever justifications the friend may have had for making such a decision. And you just can't help but feel that it's more for the sake of telling a good story about themselves at the expense of a friend's already depressed emotional state.

They don't realise that, sometimes, not saying anything is infinitely better than saying it for the shitty sake of saying it. But that's another blog altogether.

Sometimes friends just piss you off in ways that they don't realise.

I was reading Mark Haddon's The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time and came across this classic probability puzzle that I first encountered in my college Statistics class. It's called The Monty Hall Problem