Am I supposed to be proud or something? At the rbj forums, I randomly posted a picture of my sister and me. Yes, it was a game of sorts. Just to see if people could guess how old we were. Being me, I didn\’t choose one that showed me in an attractive light. And without any further impulse, one member thought I was my sister. That is, the one on the left…the \”prettier\” one. Good for my sister, but…

Which means that I am…UGLY. No wonder I always believe in the mantra of beauty is in the eye of the beholder. I should really post more of my WISDOM TOOF photos.

Reminder to self: resist urges to post photos so impulsively on forums where I don\’t know most people.

EDIT: i did make that member feel bad about what he said. Mission accomplished. tee hee!

\”Are you okay?\” my coworker asked.

I whipped my head around. For the last few minutes, I had been staring at the color inkjet printer in the office, watching the lights turn on and off, on and off, on and off.

The other coworkers turned to watch. One observed, \”We were just wondering why you were looking at the printer. You\’re red. Are you really okay?\”

I just nodded and smiled, \”But when am I ever normal? Do you know how I am when I am normal?\”

They then started a conversation about how their friends got high and stared at pretty lights, making comments such as \”whoa, that…is…so….cool…\”

It\’s pouring outside. The sky is sad because I am sad.

You know how you have things planned out? But you don\’t ever expect something to be an obstacle?

Like when I want to write an e-mail of hefty importance, I don\’t expect my isp to go down. It went down last week when I was going to write the e-mail and by the time the isp came back, I didn\’t have the desire to write and send it. Just yesterday, I sent another e-mail of yet hefty importance, but the e-mail server timed out when I clicked \”send\”. After another investment of energy, I logged back in and sent it. Then today, I got a message that the e-mail server is down. Is there something that someone is trying to tell me?

When I was younger, I hated going to the stores, knowing that I would have to interact with the clerk. Indeed, yesterday I went through the grocery store buying conservative things so that the clerk wouldn\’t judge me. Don\’t buy things that are too embarassing. Don\’t buy things that clearly indicate your intentions for the night.

To my surprise, the local Albertsons had installed four electronic self-checkout. I scanned my own items (but I had to ask for help because I didn\’t have the club card), placed everything in my own bags, paid by myself…whoa, it was a dream come true!

In other news, I have three relatives that recently got engaged. My cousin Jeff. My oldest cousin\’s two children. 21, 23, and 23 years of age. Congratulations to them of course. But here\’s comes the pressure to me. I am the oldest one now…that is unmarried (or maybe that honor goes to my cousin Matthew). Why marry so soon? Why must I find somebody so soon? What if I can never find the right person? What if… Ultimately though, it doesn\’t matter. Whatever makes me happy, right?

Happy Valentine\’s Day!!!

May roses bloom in your heart and weeds grow in your neighbor\’s yard!

Metanomy.

There are so many times that I hear people represented as a large group. Things such as you interned at Microsoft, you should stop making loopholes in your software! or you\’re a janitor at Oracle, stop trying to take advantage of Peoplesoft! It\’s funny how the metanomy is so integrated in language. You refer to me as California or as United States. Or Berkeley. Stop letting people into the university who aren\’t qualified! Or San Francisco. What are you doing marrying two people of the same sex?! (I of course support same-sex marriages, but I am in no way the San Francisco City government.) It\’s interesting how we take references almost for granted. What we mean by you is the city, the state, the company, the group that you\’re categorized in…

From the campus newspaper – lines of love!
Dear Mattress, I love you so much, that is why I cover you in urine as often as possible. Love, Brett

Awww…now why wouldn\’t someone write such an one-liner for me?!

Because V-day is tomorrow, today is National Condom Day! I walked through the main plaza of campus and received a goodie bag with safe sex tips, 2 starburst candies, lube, and 2 types of condoms. Too bad I missed the sex games yesterday where people raced to put a condom over a wooden penis. I am sure get googled for that one.

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!