I thought that once I got a real job, my life would decrease in its interestingness and I wouldn’t find things to blog about. Rather, quite the opposite. Although nowadays, I get home late, feel really sleepy, and cannot find the mental energy to blog thought-provoking pieces.

But well interesting moments. BART is a culimination of oddities in the Bay Area. Every morning, I rush up to the station and hope that a train will be waiting for me. Then I would nervously find a seat–preferably close to where I am standing. And there I would plop down with my laptop bag and my bag (the word purse does not exist in my atypical femaleness). Then after a minute or so, I would unravel my headphones from my ipod and sit in a senseless state until I reach 16th street mission.

Yesterday though, this woman got on at Orinda, gave me a long stare. I stared at her back, but she didn’t change her gaze. Then she looked away. 10 minutes later, she stared at me again, an observing, interested stare. Then 5 minutes later again. And again. Then she left, staring at me.