A few days ago, I got two ims from people I hadn\’t talked to for almost 3 years. Evidently, I had always considered them to be very dumb people. Their ims to me both consisted of links.

And it turns out, that the links are basically buddylinks spyware. They both inadverdently downloaded a program thinking it would be cool and executed it. As a result, the program also sent an im including the link to every single person on their buddy list.

What I found so amusing is that these people still have me on their buddy list. Ah, social engineering and stupidity!

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This week is a lesson in pain. Not only emotional pain, mind you. I banged my left leg really hard into a table the other day. It still hurts. Bruise. I also walked into a desk, hitting my right thigh. It doesn\’t hurt as much as my left side, but it is still smarting. Of course, my ankles are sore (and BLOODY!). I stepped on one person\’s feet twice (why did she have to block the row of seats with her feet when I am trying to get out!) I haven\’t been eating too well lately. Although I went to the gym three times this week, I am always tired in class (maybe it\’s because the drilling for the so-called remodeling next door starts at 8 am every day and my neighbors upstairs like sex that thumps). And all the free soda I got today (the Thomas Kemper truck was in the vincinty and free food at the Microsoft Infosession) didn\’t make me feel…that great either.

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Anyone want to be my anti-valentine?

I still like reading girls-suck. Particularly, because they remind me of how crazy I am. One guy said, i don\’t trust anything that bleeds for 7 days, and doesn\’t stop yelling.

You don\’t understand how it\’s like until you walked in somebody else\’s shoes.

Namely mine. Because there was yet another career fair today, I pulled on my business looking attire and my new dress shoes. The shoes that I got on sale from Sears a few months ago. The brand name is some generic company called I love comfort.

Ironically, my walk across campus was not. I had two classes that were both (normally) a 12 minute walk from my apartment. I left my apartment late and by the time I had walked one block, my feet were hurting. But I couldn\’t go back now, and so I scuffled across campus in these narrow, poorly-made shoes. By the time I finished my last class, my friend had noticed my strange gait. It looks like you\’re dying, she observed.

The career fair went well. Most of the company representatives were obviously recent graduates and seemed nervous about talking to fellow peers. I got back to my apartment, relieved of my shoes. Evidently, the shoes were horribly fit. To my surprise, the back of my shoes were covered with blood. Not to mention a few of my toes had burst BUBBLES. (Don\’t you just love the gore?) Just like how my first (new) pair of Adidas running shoes were like 2 years ago when I first wore them.

And so I just dare you to wear my shoes sometime…to know how it\’s like to live like a DRAMAH queen!

How about this as a V-day phrase?

Blogging makes the heart grow fonder!

I was cleaning out my bag the other day and found two slips of paper from fortune cookies.

One, crinkled and dusty, read: You will make many changes before settling satisfactorily.

The other, brand new and most likely from 3 weeks ago, read: You will be wise not to seek too much from others.

And recently, I randomly had a Tarot Card reading and my first card was Death. Which doesn\’t mean…always death, but rather it represents the current state of my life. This card is a sign that it\’s time to move on. This card is about \”out with the old and in with the new.\” Some form of renewal is about to occur in your life.

Although I don\’t believe in omens, what could it possibly mean?

As I was walking down to the gym the other day, I ran into one of my friends. He saw me in my sweatshirt and exercise pants. Why are you even going? You\’ll get so sweaty! And you\’ll be tired! And it takes so much time! he exclaimed in his usual excited way of his.

I looked at him blindly and said passively, \”But I think it\’d give me more energy…\”

He shook his head disapprovingly. Then he gave me a hug (the kind where you grab my neck and try to choke me) and left.

Join Orkut! It\’s the new friendster!!! It\’s affiliated with google, so no more obscure privacy policies. Or servers that go down…

What\’s so great about it is that…it has two communities devoted to the art of stalking! :D From here, I have learned stalking techniques and bar code decoder.

Yesterday night at the Fish Market with BradFORD and my sister, I recognized a guy from my high school. He was working as a bus boy and I was shocked to find someone I recognized somewhere almost 600 miles away. Even worse to run across someone from the horrid times four years ago.

As I stared at him, I remembered his first name. Colin. Then about 5 minutes later, I remembered his last name. Brown. I remembered that he was part of the druggie group. The major outcast group who didn\’t really care whether they fit with high school or not. I was part of the \”highly academic\” outsider group. I never talked to him in high school. And him the same to me. What if it wasn\’t him. He looked exactly how he looked like 4 years ago. Yet, the curiousity was getting the best of me. Was he one of those people who moved to San Diego in hopes of a new life? With no specific direction, but to get out of Lafayette? Did he arrive there and have his dreams shatter? Then he realized he had to work. And so begins his life as a busboy at Fish Market?

I felt idiotic there. I exclaimed my shock to my sister and Brad. Or maybe it was just the feeling of the unknown. Most likely, he wouldn\’t recognize me. Wouldn\’t know my name. Wouldn\’t really want to get to \”re-connect\”. I didn\’t know how to approach it. Someone came up with the idea that Brad would be \”named\” Colin. And that we would shout the name Colin really loudly as if we were trying to get Brad\’s attention. Eventually, as Colin was setting the table next to ours (and I staring so defiantly…), my sister spontaneously asked Brad, \”Hey COLIN what do you think of my creme brulee?\”

Colin immediately whipped his head around and noticed me. (Brad didn\’t answer my sister, by the way. He seemed too amused by the incident.) \”Hey,\” Colin said over the din of the restaurant. \”You go to school down here?\”

I shook my head and said, \”Berkeley.\”

He then said, \”Ok, talk to you later.\”

He walked back to the busboy\’s area and avoided our section for the rest of our meal (or so it seemed?) We didn\’t talk again.

I never believed there would be somewhere in California where the seasons don\’t truly change. Since I am from Northern California, winter to me always consisted of frost in the mornings, enough chill to wear a winter jacket and scarf, and many rainy days. But here in San Diego, it\’s truly a place where it\’s spring all year long. It was funny how Tanner regarded NorCal weather as…autumn. And here I am in SD not at all accustomed to the changes in weather.

Goodbye San Diego…Hello SF Bay Area!

Okay, yes I am in San Diego visiting my my sister! It\’s interesting how my sister has as many pictures of me as her boyfriend.

And today, I braved the crowd of UCSD and actually met Brad. You would think after our pseudo-debates that we (or maybe I) would not dare step on each other\’s territory. But meeting in person for the first time is always so different…and in its unique way interesting. Being me, I hadn\’t told him which Friday I was going to visit. I had deliberately got to his second class (never post your class schedule online, because I could find out what classes you\’re taking), but the room number had unfortunately changed. As a result, I spent approximately 30 minutes stalking the library trying to see if I could recognize him. It was exhausting, staring at all the students faces. Walking between shelves, between rows of computers. Looking for a head of dark hair. And a 6 foot tall build. And so things have a way of falling into place. We sauntered throughout campus with no aim and having the required picture (BY LELE) taken. Yeah.

I was without my cellphone for more than 8 hours. I never realized how lost I felt without it. That I knew nobody could reach me (unless they e-mailed me). That I was expecting a few calls, but would not there to pick up…

So for the longest time, I was in the car. Searching my bag constantly even though the first time I checked, it wasn\’t there…the second time I checked, it wasn\’t there either. I kept brushing my hand blindly underneath the seat. Not there. Used another cellphone to call it…no ring. And it was back in the last place I remember seeing it. Ah, sigh missing things!

It\’s interesting how cellphones have done that to me. I can\’t stand to be unreachable…anymore.