This is so dead, I don't even want to talk about it...

Do you ever just sit back and take the time to truly appreciate the ironies of life?

I mean, what if one day, you help a nice, semi-senile old lady across a busy intersection, bid her good day, turn around and walk away, and promptly turn around again just in time to see her get deep fried by a bolt of lightning? Thinking about shit like that is what keeps me from ever walking old ladies across streets.

Really though, irony will fuck with your head. Another example: there exists a certain Facebook group at Princeton, namely "Asian Guys Who Don't Date Asian Girls." I assume it's in protest/competition with the other (and much larger) Facebook group, "Asian Girls Who Don't Date Asian Guys." I am one of only two members of the former, and ironically, the only other member of AGWDDAG (wait a second...) is an Asian girl. I won't even begin to pretend to understand what the fuck God is trying to tell me here.

In China, a 1.25 liter bottle of Pepsi in a moderately-priced restaurant costs a little over (12 yuan) one-third of a fairly good Chinese-English, English-Chinese dictionary from a large (i.e. Barnes & Noble-type) bookstore (32 yuan). Imagine what you could buy in America for a third of a dictionary... Well actually, B&N.com lists the Pocket Oxford Chinese Dictionary (English/Chinese, Chinese/English) for only $17.95 USD. One-third of this amounts to $5.98, which is about equivalent to the price of a large Whopper combo meal at Burger King here. Strangely, a Big Mac combo at a McDonald's in China will again also run you a little over one-third of that same dictionary back in China (this time, 15.50 yuan).

What a fucked up world this is.