One of my greatest fears:

My hard drive erased. Or just simply my entire folder of a week\’s worth of aim logs. Sigh.

In reality, that didn\’t exactly happen, but I had installed trillian on my computer at my internship. Two weeks shortly after I had installed and had many incriminating/accusing conversations, Windows crashed. The solution said the others was to install a fresh copy of Windows. Sigh.

Then yesterday a fellow intern in an attempt to upgrade all the OSes…accidentally overwrote my hard drive although I had told her before leaving not to delete anything on my hard drive and that I would prefer her to use someone else\’s computer as the \”guinea pig\”. SIGH.

My future after I graduate:

Grad school, law school or job?

Or lazy bum?

List of things i must see in Minny Soda

I can\’t believe I spent another day at STANFURD. That\’s right, I went to STANFURD again!

Karen convinced me to go to a BBQ there. Which was really good. :D The problem was I didn\’t really want to drive all the way there, considering I had put so much miles on my car. But I went…and got lost as Karen\’s friend Stephanie tried to point me in the right direction YOU\’RE REALLY CLOSE. TURN LEFT. VOLLEYBALL COURTS. FAKE VOLLEYBALL COURTS. TENNIS COURTS BUT NOT REALLY THE PROFESSIONAL KIND. SAND. THERE\’S SHADE. STREET SIGNS. GREEN. PARKING LOT. It was like her speaking in German to me.

I HAD REAL GELATO TODAY. *DIES*

and OMG LASER TAG @ Laser Quest in Mountain View. I can\’t believe how much fun it was this time. The first time I had played…I came in dead last. This time, I came in #5 almost beating #4 by one point. The problem is…I know that LASER TAG just encourages combat. It makes me want to do paintballing which probably is fun. Yet…doesn\’t this encourage \”war\”. Well, it\’s a far off notion. But still! Influencing our primal need to FIGHT.

I\’ll just like to mention awkwardness is so easily avoided. I have acquired a load of,,,party games. :D

Out of a stalkerish need, I pulled out my high school yearbook from my senior year.

And proceeded to search all the asians at my school (there were about 10 out of 333 people in my class) on friendster. It\’s really amazing how close in degrees (omg six?) to people on there. In fact, I found one of my former \”enemies\” in high school to be only *gasp* four degrees away from me. *FAINTS* He has some wicked, idiotic hairstyle now. What\’s up with all this azness?

Well, it gave me a very very very good laugh. more like a big ROFL.

Seth convinced me to go see the HULK about forty minutes before the showing. When I was in Lafayette and he was in Berkeley. Good boy, he offered to pay for my ticket and food. But of course after that incident in the Emeryville UA with C (the guy who later stole my site layout)…no food despite the offer.

I would like to mention that the HULK was filmed in Berkeley…at the Lawrence Lab and a STREET corner near campus. Last year, I lived a block away from that corner and saw them filming. But in the movie…although I am not sure, they intercut scenes of that street corner with street scenes in San Francisco. I guess they liked the slope and pissing off students who had to walk around them to get to class.

I came back to my house to realize that my mom had turned off my computer. I had been burning an image of my hard drive on cdrs (ahem, I \”borrowed\” the norton ghost). Somehow I didn\’t realize that it was going to take…27 CDRs and decided to leave it burning when I left for the movie. But because of my mom shut it off…I have to start it all over again. MMMPH.

Happy Fourth of July!

Currently, I am being an unpatriotic American. I didn\’t participate in a single independence day festivities. If you can call going to the theater with my dad to see T3 (I rarely go to the movies with my dad. He fell asleep when they went to save someone and woke up when that someone was dying.),an independence day activity…

And imagine this, in one month, I\’ll be in MINNY SODA!!!!

DOYYYYY. I think I complain too much!

I find that at my internship. There are certain issues that I disagree with. And somehow I am able to disregard my usual social anxiety and speak up. Yet it is almost turning into a charade that I have with my parents.

Shinelun claims that I wore makeup a few months ago. Impossible.

The the fascinating study of six degrees

REMINDER: join friendster if you haven\’t already!

But besides, increasing my \”popularity\” there with my number of friends…

I want to start my own circle of ENEMIES @ Fiendster.com. Guess who I would add first! tee hee!

In other news, I am going to use my digicam again (once i find my cord or buy the 6 in 1 card reader)! 26 things scavenger hunt! One whole month to complete. One whole month to be creative.

I think I am really masochistic. Like Zelda said. :)

I went back to Valley Fair yesterday with April and yes I set foot in J. Crew again. To see if my ex was working there. My plan is to shock him by saying hello (because he knows I don\’t live around the area) and live with a smug smile. But for the third time, he wasn\’t there. After that, April and I decidly talked smack about all the people we dislike. :D

Then today, because I had no carpool, I decided to make the trek to Stanfuuurd that I had been procrastinating forever and ever (it\’s not because Stanfurd is my school\’s rival). And visit Kristen. I would just like to mention that she has a RED truck. *cough* Then after she pointed me in the direction to get to the freeway, I immediately took the wrong turn and gawked at the students.

On the way back home, some cardboard box suddenly flew up from the pickup truck in front of me. I let out a small scream and hit the brakes. To my relief it settled on the freeway where I could RUN OVER IT DEAD.

What does it really mean when someone says they have a secret?

What does it mean when they tell you have a secret, then ask you whether they can trust you. Then you respond with an assuring comment, hoping it will encourage the telling of the secret.

Nobody to tell, you say.

And he responds, you have the entire world to tell. your journal. your blog.

Then the secret-teller withdraws. And you realize that you might have said the wrong thing. And the secret is left shrouded in darkness.

Then it bothers you for days thereafter. Because it was something that he wanted you to know, but he had changed his mind at the last minute.