I am so uninvolved with any extracurricular activities in college that it\’s not even funny.

Ah…yes…the truth has finally arrived! :D Most of you probably already saw this in my AIM profile. :)

Credit to one of my sister\’s friends.

How many UC San Diego students does it take to change a lightbulb?
Two: one to mix the margaritas and one to call the electrician.

How many UC Santa Cruz students does it take to change a lightbulb?
Eleven: one to change the lightbulb and ten to share the experience.

How many UC Davis students does it take to change a lightbulb?
None: Davis doesn\’t have electricity.

How many UC San Francisco students does it take to change a lightbulb?
Two: one to change the lightbulb and one to crack under the pressure.

How many UC Santa Barbara students does it take to change a lightbulb?
Only one, but he gets six credits for it.

How many UC Berkeley students does it take to change a lightbulb?
Seventy-six: one to change the lightbulb, fifty to protest the lightbulb\’s right to not change, and twenty-five to hold a counter-protest.

How many UC Irvine students does it take to change a lightbulb?
None: Irvine looks better in the dark (ditto Riverside)

How many UCLA students does it take to change a lightbulb?
One: she holds the bulb and the world revolves around her.

Hello….Chris…I know you\’re visiting. From your room and from the computing center. Leave your mark puleeease! :p Tsky, I know you visited the index and checked the dramatis personae. No more \”how are you\”s! ;)

Edit: Tram, I know you\’re visiting too. Don\’t confuse me with your late night dial-up from a Berkeley domain!

If you would like your entry in the dramatis personae extended, add a comment down below. I know you do. ;)

Oh no! It\’s that time again! :D

You\’re the STYLE tag- you are very dramatic, but when you mess up or overdramatize something, you know it and you change.

All of the sudden, I am starting to miss my EE 43 lab although it almost made me break into tears right before I dropped it. My latest partner was quite the dimwit. He only knew how to strip wires. But my TA Brendan was the best. He would help us even through the cold and thin. Mae thought he was cute too. The thing was…he was cool compared to the other strict, FOBbish TAs. Just like what one of the lab assistants noted when Brendan came in wearing a suit (he usually wore a t-shirt and baggy shorts even in zero degree weather) for an interview with a huge corporation…\”Brendan! Don\’t work for Cisco! You should be a hacker!\”

When my sis got depressed, her friends made a fan club for her. Seriously! There are too many admirers of my sis. :) Both female and male. Am I a Daween addict? No! After living in the same house for nearly 18 years, all I can say is…

Look at how Doreen weeps! ;)

My mommy made me noodles for lunch.

I got so excited that I spilled it on the floor. :(

After last week\’s mental crisis…well actually I haven\’t learned much from it, except that I should handle my past better. I re-read my Heather story and realized how most people probably didn\’t understand why it was one of the most traumatic incidents of my life. It\’s the fact that my greatest desire in the sixth grade was to be accepted. I had no friends. And yes surprise surprise, my grades in the sixth grade were lackluster. By the way, at that time, all guys had cooties. Still.

I\’ll add the epilogue of my story:
After Heather stopped making fun of me…well I still had no friends. I still did the same dorky things I did, like follow people around during break and lunch. There was this girl that I found intriguing. I had followed her around a lot, but then one day as we were waiting for fifth period to start, she started talking to a classmate about how I followed her around. Then the both of them talked about how irresponsible it was to have my mother of all people to call Heather\’s mother. And they criticized my letter although its criticism was due.

I messed up writing the story though, because I was lazy. Heh. At the beginning it says that I am doing my final project. In fact, it was a final project for my senior year in government class. I was telling the class the Heather story. I don\’t know if anybody remembered though. The thing was…as I talked about how Heather taunted me, I started weeping and my voice broke as I talked about the pain. The class was appreciative of my presentation.

And even then, I was an outcast in that class…

My blog addiction is dying.

Grrrr…

But my journal addiction is dying faster.

New news?

My left eye has gotten puffier.

One friend asked if someone punched me in the eye.

Another said that it probably came from a lack of sleep.

I say it came from squeezing my left eye really hard because I was dreaming so fervently.

I realize that I always ask for sympathy in my blog, but this is my page and this is my property! :D Well okay, it\’s technically Naim\’s property too.

Latest drama: my left eye is swollen because I think I dreamt really hard a few days ago and now it hurts when ever I blink. I remember dreaming that I dyed my hair blue. No wait, Stacee dyed my hair bright blue and people said that I looked scary.
Now I have worn my glasses all day. :p