I present this week\’s installment of SCREW THOSE IDIOTS! The first part, we spend talking with Shroom who discussed a lot about video games (uh yeah I was kind of distanced by the end of that). Then I disagree with Rekuytn with illegal immigration. I have truly defined myself as totally left wing.

My poor little sister is stuck near the fires of SoCal. May the fires not touch our car.

While I was staring at something downloading, I fell asleep. At work. In front of a client aka resident.

Although she was sitting behind me, I am sure she wondered why I had paused when the screen showed a window that said \”CLICK NEXT\”

I joined RBJ after more than a year of contemplation…just yesterday.

Due to Cat\’s advice, I put in the url of my livejournal rather than this blog. Just to show off my writing, you know.

For those of you who don\’t know RiceBowlJournals is an online community of asian journalers. I am sure the future will involve me declaring that I am American and not Asian. As well as meeting those people from my not-so-distant-past in the forums aka my ex-boyfriend. I see this as a new phase. Perhaps I will meet someone and one year later we\’ll end up smacking each other while we down the street. Or perhaps three months later, a nice RBJer will be handing me $1000 in cash. Hmmm…

Screw those idiots!

I am finally having a live talk show and we\’re looking for hosts/guests. Apply there or let me directly know. No experience needed. Only a broadband computer with a microphone!

Today, I went to the Alameda Food Bank for the fifth time in the last three years. Sometimes I feel that volunteering there is the best kind of volunteer job ever. If I wanted, it could be a social event–to get to know others while giving back to the community. Or if I wanted, it could be a time of reflection as I systematically smack labels on unmarked cans.

Then I got dragged to see Scary Movie 3. I still have yet to write my first review for OMG REVIEWS.

In an update to my last post, my sadism and cruelty always demonstrates itself. Don\’t say that I didn\’t warn you.

I want to wipe off all this fragnance that sprayed on me when I was walking through The Body Shop in Bay Street. I feel like a wilting rose.

Uh oh, I am feeling a wave of cruelty and sadism coming on. Someone stop me. Or not?

Sometimes I really enjoy hanging out with my group for User Interfaces. They\’re all fun and a kick to be around.

BUT, they always procrastinate. And for obvious reasons, they can prattle for about 3 hours about how they too busy to work on the project. Yeah, that\’s the way it goes. Because I tend to prioritize everything the same (considering how I would schedule two events to happen on the same day. I have a huge project due tomorrow, sure I can go out to dinner with you.), I would often take the responsibility.

The same thing happens at work. Last year when we had workshops, I would usually be the first one to finish an outline of my presentation the day before while everyone else scrambled to finish just seconds before the workshop. Although by the workshop time, it would seem like everyone was aptly prepared…

Sometimes I 8 group projects.

In other news, I think I have lost a lot of brain cells along this path to pseudo-geekdom. Four years ago, I remember being able to write creatively. Never did I have an instance coming up with an eye-catching first line to an essay or paper. What\’s more is that I used to do so well at tests, especially those that tested memorization. So well that I got straight As in those classes. And now, I think…memorization 10 hours before the test. Surely, there must be something wrong. Deterioation in its best form. At least I still know the difference between you\’re and your

Signed up for three classes for my final and last semester today:

Then I hope to add my research course as well as History of Boobs.

Yesterday, my friend told me why she never goes on AIM anymore. In high school, she was a very avid user (much like how I am today). Like all high schoolers, she had a crush on a particular boy. But he submitted to the informality, unseriousness of AIM. He admitted to her online that the feelings were not mutual and he didn\’t like her anymore than a friend. Cowardness.

And that basically drove her off AIM. She hasn\’t returned since and as a result lost touch with all her high school friends.

I have done such cowardly acts online, although I prefer saying all my serious thoughts in person (although ultimately the majority of them fail to get accross as vividly and articulately as I do online). I would push my thoughts out on the keyboard, waiting for someone to respond back. I could wait 10 minutes before I had to read it. Let my computer go idle. But when will the moment happen that I don\’t click on that little orange man to load up that oh so familiar screen…suddenly populated by 40 screennames that don\’t im me? Just how long.

In high school, I took a career test and discovered that I was a perfect fit for a…pathologist.

Just on a whim, I took the one offered on princetonreview.com and discovered that I am a perfect fit for a Food Service Manager and a Corporate Lawyer.

My vacuum…has a bed of hair under it. Mostly mine. I think I lose more hair (the average is supposedly 50-100 strands a day) when I am stressed.

But today, I walked out of my apartment with my hair uncombed, unbrushed. Just ran my fingers through it…once!

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I love what my sister wrote in her blogee:

Now, prior to this puff of anger, I was sitting on the stupid Regents shuttle. I will demonstrate to you my level of madness. I was the only one on the shuttle and I dropped my calculator to the floor. I couldn\’t reach it so I had to get down to the floor on my knees and reach under the seat. I thought the driver was staring at my butt so then I began to fume, muttering phrases under my breath. Then what happens, my sunglasses go under, and down I go again. I come back up, flustered, and fumed louder. I started talking to myself with my ugly little hoarse voice, and it was brutal! I began thinking about boys and how so many of them in the past have irritated me with their stupid little hormones flying around my poor little self. I began envisioning myself with balls dangling from my necklace. What kind of balls you ask? The very epitome of masculinity, that is what? Am I brutal? No. Some boys just were meant to be deprived of their tiny precious jewels.

Sniff, I feel so proud to be her older sister. You lady go lady!

I won the Protagonist Avatar Contest for best design! And to that I get a sticker with my avatar on it.

Notice how much alike the avatar is to me (minus the shoes and the bangs which I forgot to erase). Messy hair. The puka shell neckalace I always wear. A mole on the LIP! I am sure metaphorically I walk around in a barrel around all day with people tossing money at me.

I owe my thanks to Lele who got me frustrated working at the foreign language doll-making sites that I started randomly clicking. When I was younger, I never played with dolls (besides having them fight, argue with each other). No wonder I didn\’t have much patience of trying on all the different outfits.

Ona my profile on some site, I had answered the question you should get to know me because… you may never see me again.