One of my greatest addictions is writing. I love writing, introspecting and reflecting. What\’s more addicting is that what I write can truly influence someone. On another site, I posted a entry about \”home\” and entry of a quote. To my surprise, I received so many responses. Sure, a few were lame from non-thinking people. However, there were a few responses such as \”I never thought about it that way.\” or \”thank you for writing. you made me want to write better like you.\” And for one person, I inspired him to change his wallpaper to a quote.

Most of all, it\’s the quality to make people feel and think that appeals me the most to write. I admit I somewhat addicted to the \”fake\” popularity. But I have always had the lifelong dream of writing an autobiography. And this indicates that I still have the potential.

The realm of art, especially nowadays movies and books, have the ability to move people. To make the masses feel what you feel. What else can make them shed tears of joy for something they have not experienced? What else can make them smile and laugh?

You see, being a usability professional is only a side job.

My housemate is now officially grossed out by the fruit fly infestation of our kitchen. Anywhere she is, she sees black dots flying around and around. I haven\’t reached that stage yet. All I can think of is AP Bio where we experimented with genetically altered fruit flies.

This reminds me of the time when I had ants in my room. To this day, whenever I feel a slight tingle on my skin. I think it\’s an ant crawling. Usually thought it\’s just yet another piece of hair that I have shedded.

On another note, my friend observed that I rarely write about cmu here. Is that a bad thing? Perhaps, I am unconciously preparing for a job where I would be required to sign a NDA and could get fired for talking anything about its internal affairs. And also, I learned my lesson once when I wrote about something while I worked at rescomp. But besides that, nothing too interesting happens at cmu.

Fruit fly infestation downstairs. Source discovered. A rice cooker with month-old rice left by a former tenant. Thank you former tenant.

My sister told me that maggots probably are growing in the cooker. I am afraid to lift the lid. But upon this information, my sister being the scientist she is went on an information hunt.

One of the commonly asked questions was:
I think I ate a maggot. Will I die?

The answer is:
Yes, eventually; but probably not as a result of the maggot.

EDIT: I made a special fly trap according to instructions online. I was tempted to use all the beer that was sitting downstairs for the trap, but I decided against it. Instead, I used my half full bottles of iced tea that I forget to drink…but end up sitting on my desk for days. So I took a bottle of tonic water (from a month ago) and emptied it out. I cut off the top third and filled the bottom with iced tea. I added some sugar and a little of water. Then I turned the top third upside down. Then I took a plastic cup and filled it up with iced tea and covered it with saram wrap. I poked holes in it with a toothpick, making it large enough for the flies. Then I set these two traps on the kitchen counter. Now I wait.

I am so never calling the music I listen to emo. What was I thinking. Sure, I did trail into Sunny Day Real Estate early on. But after wandering through the world of Xangas, I thought I am too old (and too arrogant) for this. The emo kids posted pictures of themselves with dyed black hair covering their faces aka confused metrosexuals, saying Waaaah my gf left me [for a real man]. *cry* I am sad. Now I go home and write songs about being sad and hope she\’ll notice me. And listen to Dashboard Confessional and cry so more. (Although Dashboard Confessional is good. Just don\’t leave your hair EV-ERY-WHE-RE!)

No.

Also, how did I become so disconnected with the online culture. Where did the word electrikk come from? Hey kids, it\’s spelled electric, ok? And stop referring to each other as bitches. And no, going pro-ana or self-inflicting pain won\’t really get you the attention you want. At least emo kids usually have good grammar and spelling. Thank god for that.

My music is Jenn music.

There\’s a fruit flies roaming about in our kitchen. But how can I eliminate them? They say that THE SOURCE must be found. But where?

Hopefully it isn\’t because of the fruit shopping spree I went on a few days ago. I love my pink lady apples, strawberries, peaches, nectarines, watermelon, blueberries, and bananas.

My favorite genre of music? Soundtracks. Last year around this time, I was obsessed with the LOTR soundtracks. Not because I loved the movies (which I did of course), but it was how it could transport me to another place. A blink and just like that you\’re in Hobbiton or Lotholorien. Right now, I feel like I am living a life without drama unlike my undergrad years. So soundtracks are my escape to live another life for just a moment. The life of being a killer on the run or the life os a trapper prisioner.

It\’s great that those escapes are only temporary. At one point, I thought it would be great to work at CTU. But hey, that was a relapse into a teenager\’s fantasy of glamourous stressful work.

Recently, I discovered the Collateral soundtrack. The movie is of course about a LA cabbie that has been hired to drive a killer for hire around town. The music on the soundtrack is a successful attempt of the movie\’s theme of indifference. Somewhat. Each track is different. Distinct. Like each person that was…killed in the movie. And yet they were all connected by some small thread of involvement.

It also felt like switching radio stations in the middle of the night.

Ok, it\’s time to buy an ipod.

I will buy a new digital camera soon. Once my new credit card from Amex arrives. Woohoo!

But for now, I share the pictures from the wedding I attended in May and my sister\’s commencement. Woohoo!

Ever since I started a blog, I have always tried to avoid the \”whatididtoday\” type blog (unless it was really interesting). I don\’t want to write about what I ate for lunch and how I got home. So because a friend\’s daring adventure (he daringly made a script that makes comments automatically finding the xanga from the homepage), I have been forced to read xangas.

Conclusion: xangas appeal to teenyboppers. Mainly to the 15-18 female age range.

And yet, how innocent we all were then. When I was that age, I was nearly stress-free. Although I did worry a lot about fitting in (such as wearing jeans because everyone wore them, although I have disliked them). Academics came easily to me. Life seemed so set in stone.

I found this via someone\’s blog (who I have been reading for several years – ssssh I am really not a stalker!). Note to self when I finally install OS 10.4 (Tiger).

1. In the OS X 10.4 Finder, type Command-K or select Go | Connect to Server …
2. Enter this server address: http://packages.opendarwin.org/Tiger-Packages
3. Click Connect. (note: this will not work with Safari. you have to do it in the Finder)
4. Go take a walk. The Finder is going to mount a webdav (http) network drive that has 500 packages in it. This will take a while even over broadband connection. Be patient and let the Finder finish.

Supposedly has a number of my favorite unix applications. I mean, who can forget my favorite unix editor emacs. With Eliza? Hopefully a better version of pico?