How many times a year do people have a real \”meet cute\” moment?

After having a the-sky-is-sad-because-i-am-sad day, I went to see (reluctantly) \”A Lot Like Love\” with Lisa. I admit it, I got sucked into the sappiness. Yet, it makes me wonder…how do relationships usually start? How do they bloom out of nothing? A friend of a friend? Online?

And yet…am I missing something? The fact that some people do go to online dating sites…it almost seems like the norm. The other day, my friend made a big deal about how I was in the same environment with the same people. \”Open your mind!\” he exclaimed. \”Make your goal…TO KISS!\” And with that goal in mind, I would supposedly find the one. I would walk into a scene, find my target, aim…and fire.

But as stated before, I am taking applications, but I am not looking.

So with my hard drive possibly failing (or having a bad day), I\’ll do the honors of posting the count of the aim logs, which I used to be so (and still am) obssessed with. Now for the top 5 people (who have talked to me the most) on AIM since I reformatted my hard drive 2 weeks ago (a total different from my last count almost a year ago):

1. my sister with 340k of logs! the lady and i obviously have a lot to say to each other. my mom recently called my sister telling that she should call me on my birthday. apparently, my parents didn\’t know my sister talks to me at least once a day. aww wittle sis! she\’s going to optomery school in fullerton. go lady!

2. chwong with 252k. even though i met him one week before i left california, we are like totally aim buddies. it\’s because he doesn\’t care what people think, doesn\’t care that (much) about most things and we have similar beliefs of the world. you know, i don\’t even know what we talk about to fill up that much space.

3. alex DARRON with 216k. I suppose our talk has more to do with exchanging gossip and changing subjects so fast that what we say one moment doesn\’t even relate with two minutes prior. this is probably the third different alex that has made it to my list. WHY SO MANY ALEXES, WHY! at least this one i can call him a pseudo-biohazard. :)

4. mike with 172k. I don\’t know how we managed to talk so much considering that I only met him in April at Chi. It was one of those interesting moments where I start babbling until I forgot the reason why I had started. He\’s finally deciding on Seattle…and most likely our conversations have been about his major indecision between mit/uw. Despite how great Boston is, there is always a way in Seattle. Not to mention, we keep talking about finding \”love\”…and him pushing me to just be open and KISS any guy I meet.

5. carol with 148k. lots of coordination over the im despite the fact that we live in the same house, a floor apart. It\’s amazing how much privacy an im can provide. the last im she sent me? \”that scared me,\” she said to which i replied \”THUNDER! :)\”

runner-ups (in order) include karen, b, the turkish guy, charles (not MINNY-cheez!) and benjamin bunny

And again my powerbook is getting cranky. Just three weeks after I reformatted the drive, it\’s having little problems again! When I woke up this morning, firefox started crashing and stopped working. That all while I hear my drive starting to grind… Immediately, I started backing up everything on cd. Then Roxio Toast stopped working and kept quitting. Then word wouldn\’t open. Then adium froze my computer every time I started it.

For some reason, using the Mac-native applications like Safari, iTunes, and iChat all work smoothly. What\’s this telling me?

Awww, baby powerbook…you need some lovin!

EDIT: I just realized why I am having a bad day. It\’s Friday the THIRTEENTH! Although for the past few weeks, it was always a bad case of the Mondays.

And I leave with a nice article about TIGER for my dearest friend, CHHHWONG!

My high school Acalanes of Lafayette, CA is ranked 382nd of the top high schools in America according to Newsweek. They devised the score from a combination of AP tests and the percentage of graduating seniors. So is this the reason that my parents moved my sister and me out of a predominantly asian working class community when I was 7 to this more affluent, more snotty predominantly Caucasian city?

Although I must admit, I have to attribute a lot of my skills to the educational system there. Despite the fact that I felt like an outsider (probably not only due to my ethnicity but also just my natural social awkwardness), I did develop analytical skills…and easily got 4s or 5s in the APs. I am biased of course. I only conclude this because at Berkeley, I noticed that people who came from some urban high schools…struggled with some courses whereas I (and people from other affluent areas) just breezed through them. What does this mean though? This surely provides evidence that high school is important for one\’s education. Even if it\’s a place that we all want to forget, the structure, the groundwork is built there for the future. And obviously, money always plays a major role in getting that great education.

Ok, what happened. I imed a good friend of mine who I haven\’t talked to for…almost a year. I used to be more loud and obnoxious online (which probably got me into more trouble in those days), but now…all that has diminished. I used to emphasize a lot with caps etc. etc. But then now I feel all serious. What happened to me!? Am I getting older? Am I retreating back into my shell!? What happened to all those online people!!!

This is a sign that one phase of my life has possibly ended and another has begun.

The semester is over! I finally turned in my last assignment due today at 5 pm at 4:49 pm. But then now, what to do? No idea when there is no work to be done…wow, my life is so boring…

Google went down! And the ability to conduct methods of stalking was stalled for 30 minutes! I never realized how dependent I was until now. I blame the browsers that include google in their sidebars.

I must learn to be independent.

Although in this case, I discovered how great Yahoo is as well.

She walks in with this look of irritation. It seems blandless to the outsider, but I know what it means. She struggles with a chair as she pushes it to the door. I do not offer to help. I stand up. I take my bag and go upstairs. She sits on the couch, listening perhaps randomly to the drone of Backstreet Boys. She barely looks at me. I barely look at her, as I make my way to my room.