I walked by a reflection of myself in the window and I nearly jumped. I thought someone was staring at me!

And finally, my June 11, 2004 photolog!

I noticed that yahoo mail is following gmail footsteps in offering more space for free. Although it isn\’t a gig, the prospect of 100 mb is finally good enough. It had really irked me for a long time how (all three) of my yahoo mail accounts would fill up so fast. Just like the initial idea of gmail…I don\’t ever want to delete anything.

And they fixed up the interface. Mouseovers! A more user-friendly gui!

(Probably misinterpreting it , but it was \”amusing\”) No seaweed for those who think I need constant reminding.

Yesterday, I was so disappointed when I couldn\’t sign up for the digital video class at the berkeley art studio. Then today, I walked into the class and fortunately one person had dropped. I was in!

Ever since I was young, I was always fascinated by pictures and moving…pictures. The fact is that I can\’t draw (well) and would rather create something that could be manipulated to a vision. I had done short clips with my stuffed animals, fighting with each other (always drama in little Jenn!) And an art piece for my senior final project as well as a blair witch rendition!

Here comes producer Jenn! So far, I am trying to think of ideas for my class project. A documentary of William Hung (most likely I won\’t be able to interview this \”great\” master, interview reactions). An art piece. A reenactment of past dramas. A documentary of people I know…

One thing that has irked me as of late is when people put down their e-mail address with the additions of NOSPAM or DELETE in places where such security isn\’t necessary.

Like forums that are obviously password-protected. Maybe it\’s out of habit? (I am just thinking of scenarios where we wouldn\’t want to do that–resumes, forms, \”real\” e-mails…) Like my blog. All e-mail addresses are password-protected. That is, nobody can see it except for me. No robots can see it. No stalkers can find it.

People nowadays are so overprotective of their e-mail addresses. Yet, even I am too…of my two newly acquired e-mail addresses–at cmu and gmail. Maybe I should buy the domain: REMOVEemail.com

Fake e-mails are ok. But not misinformed e-mails.

But anyway.

I also DISLIKE it when people put the dollar sign after the number. We all know who we\’re talking about. His reasoning for doing so is because we say \”three dollars\” rather than \”dollars three\”. So it should be 3$ instead of $3. Maybe I am being arrogant, but I see it as being ridiculous.

I went to Berkeley today and got a pregnancy test.

I also have a fever. 100 degrees!

J.J. North is a restaurant in Concord, right next to Circuit City and Mancini\’s Sleepworld. It\’s right across the center with Trader Joe\’s, Old Navy, and the first Krispy Kreme in Contra Costa. I hadn\’t been to that restaurant for more than 5 years. My grandparents because they don\’t speak English like the buffet style, because eating there doesn\’t require any language skills. There\’s no difficulty trying to translate Romanesque letters into a tone-flowing language. No struggle with the words \”macroni and cheese\”…they could choose by sight and smell.

My grandmother hadn\’t seen me for awhile because my schedule this summer has been very erratic. And so she chose a non-asian restaurant…J.J. North. I silently obliged, knowing that she often had an insatiable appetite for such meals (one time, she ate 3 plates full of crab legs). But suddenly, the whole restaurant disgusted me when I arrived. (Not just because I had gotten a pseudo-flu over the weekend and felt dizzy throughout the day..) Most patrons were…pleasantly plump. Despite the restaurant implementing a lo-carb section, it wasn\’t enough. I saw how obviously overweight people overindulged, piling on their plates levels of meat and sucking up cups of pepsi. All the while neglecting the salads. The entire atmosphere was supposed to be familylike…similar to the Reno and Las Vegas buffets. But it seemed more of a cholestrol-rising type of meal.

For the past few years at Berkeley, I have been wrought with my female friends\’ desires to be thin. To eat less and not work out. To not get sweaty, to do situps, but not do heart-rate increasing activities. To avoid foods, thinking that it would help them in the run. I dislike how it affects me…that this is just all superficiality. We just want to look good…for what end? It\’s never enough to have many compliments of \”you look great\” versus the impact of one single criticism of \”you\’re fat\”. Compared with the rest of the world, it seems so trivial. There are worse things out there. Much worse things to worry about…and here there are some that selfishly look inwards. To what end? Maybe just perhaps if there were more Chows out there rather than J.J. Norths.

Today I was reminded how much I dislike driving with my dad in the passenger seat.

I checked my gmail account recently and found out that I got 6 invites available for use. Is this evidence that gmail is going to go public soon? I had my account since early April…and always felt exclusive since I got my account from a (former) google employee. One of those proud few. I have been scouring gmail swap…but nothing has caught my eye. I don\’t want paypal money, I don\’t want secret cookie recipes, I don\’t want gratitude…

Copy from Lele and because I don\’t use my lj anymore. What do the last 20 entries say about me?

1. I am spoiled and don\’t pay for my own car insurance.
2. I am a geek.
3. I really liked Kill Bill.
4. I hate being stereotyped as a nerd on a basis of my awkward silence.
5. There may be some regrets, but they don\’t weigh on my conscience.
6. I have a lot of ambition to move to the East Coast.
7. I talk a lot.
8. There are times I talk before I think, but usually I don\’t regret it.
9. I am instinctively uncoordinated.
10. I hang onto memories, especially if they were from negative experiences.
11. I come across unusual situations all the time.
12. Sometimes I trap myself in my own narrow-mindness.
13. I am open about my past.
14. I went to UC Berkeley, where your best was never good enough.
15. I am a pansy.
16. I am awfully boastful, especially because I have a gmail account.
17. To my friends, I am very dedicated.
18. I graduated!
19. I turned 22!
20. I like things…very planned and detailed.

My dad strolled into the kitchen holding up an envelope. \”We added the Corolla to the insurance without your name. We put your name [me] on the Legend. The insurance on it then went up by nearly $100.\” Currently, the insurance rate of the 88 Acura Legend is almost equivalent to the newly bought 04 Corolla. So is this the reason that my parents, despite me being 22 years of age, never let me drive the new car?

It\’s so…dull now. I move computer boxes from one side of the center to the other side. My feet ache because I wore my J. Crew black flip flops. I feel a little silly struggling with a single computer box with my other (male) coworkers stroll with a box in each of their hands. I give an embarrassed laugh when my supervisor asks me if I am alright. I sit at the office, laughing silently underneath my breath when a friend tells me again about animals haunting his yard. As we pass the manager\’s office, he asks my other coworkers about their blogs. I smile silently, knowing my blog isn\’t ready enough exposure–my entries aren\’t deliberately funny or pointed. I say nothing as they share their domains so willingly. We walk to the other campus, random small talk. I update a computer with windows patches and set it to get the updates automatically. I install Adobe Acrobat 6.0 I walk over to the front desk and bluntly ask if the computing assistant is who I think it is. She doesn\’t remember me, but i remember her. She might have been the one who made the pointed observation of whether I liked to read books or not. She apologized for not remembering and I give a small smile before walking back to the computer to finish my tasks. My coworker asks me to go to the next place with him, saying that he could drive me there. I didn\’t think I wanted to walk back 20 minutes. I walk to my car and drive to Foothill. The familiarity of the place where I have worked the last 2 years greeted me like a breath of fresh silent air. I pull my laptop to the backroom and start surfing. Instant relief washes over me as I start…my work. I image 4 computers. I discuss the joy of gambling with my coworker–an interest of his. We close up the center and walk to our respective cars. I drive home. My dad greets me with a plate of noodles and yet another cup of herbal drink. I settle in for another evening of digital cable, losing myself again.

I have a $10 amazon gift certificate, what should I do with it?