you guys need up to update more, im running out of things to copy

that being said, this is super good, it must be proliferated as much as possible

Top 5 responses from ppl:
5. I'm sorry dave, that's really scary...
4. I have new found respect for you dave (thats memeemememeememememememememeemmeememe, no im not vain, im just confident, and vain)
3. (looking confused and shook hand with me after someone 'introduced' us) er...hi
2. sup hottie (then rolls on the floor laughing)
1. (stunned open mouthed for 20 seconds)... hOLY shiT!!

Top 5 insights I discovered:
5. It's not just you guys, i find it rather disturbing myself =/
4. I have new found respect for girls wearing 4" heels
3. You need to use those oily cotton thingy to remove eyeliner
2. I have an urge to delete all the pictures on my camera, but of course it's too late since i already sent them to ppl
1. I look like shit as a girl.


I don't think i've ever been in so many pictures in a single night. supermaan and rin has posted them up... view at your own risk.

Une jeune fille's entry

Farkin' Pittsburgh. Wet. I left my umbrella at SigTau, so I had to walk half a mile in the pouring rain. Drenched. And my nipples showing in my white shirt

I've had Bruch in my head since attending the symphony on Sunday. The only piece of his I know is the Violin Concerto No. 1, and it was pure coincidence that it was on the repertoire. I thought of Irene the whole time. In high school we used to hide in the music practice room for hours while I perfected my Chopin and she, her various violin virtuosos. She had piano arrangements of the orchestral accompaniments to pieces like Vitali's Chaconne in G minor and of course - Bruch's Violin Concerto No. 1. As unorthodox a high school as CA was, I'm glad I went there just for the other people who were there too. No preppy football team and cheerleaders; instead we had division 3 lacrosse and ice hockey players, a thriving journalism scene with many politicians-in-training, a tradition of hazing, a state-renowned jazz band, an excellent dance company and a plethora of artists and musicians that all had a fairly good chance at Julliard and other conservatories. You've got to see the movie Rushmore to understand. (Bruch... Rushmore.. interesting train)

Adventures in the depth of ECE cluster:

PEI: IM SO STUPID, YOU DO IT!.
My Partner (in life): yea you are, finish it, im going home
PEI: FUCKER!
(he didnt leave)


3 hours later...

PEI: I think we should randomly change this letter "b" here to a "t"
My Partner: Uhm then it would give a compile error.
PEI: maybe we'll get lucky

1 hours later...

PEI: NO REALLY! lets change it to "t"
Ming: can you help us with 322?
PEI: yes
Ming: REALLY!?
PEI: Yes, if you do my proj, or give me a bj
Ming: (hits pei in the face and breaks his glasses)

this didnt actually happen. i dont have my glasses anymore cuz i want to look cool and use contacts
but the contacts are so bad, it almost seems like they arent there.

Tomorrow...

- 11:15 interview
- 12:30 class.
- 3:00 acting class(scene presentation)
- Playing... games... >.<
- More programming hw.
- Still can't swim.


Next month...

- MY PLAY COME SEE IT! I PLAY THE TREEEEEEE!!!!!!!!
- Seeing my parents(not if i can avoid it), and stuffing my face with good food for a few days ~(^(oo)^)~
- Committing suicide cuz i cant find a job

Five years from now... If i havent already committed suicide...

- Fully employed. (this is a given, cuz else i would have committed suicide)
- Not hating my job.
- Has a place of my own to call home.
- Visiting Dixie every year, if i can avoid being lynched.


Ten years from now...

- Offering people salary to get jobs done for me at my company that either
1. hand made microprocessors in the US of A, or
2. blow jobs under CxO's desks
and rolling in dough.
- Traveling to around the block for vacations.
- Having a nice place, with a nice view, in a nice 35 acres of woods to call home.
- Ready for the diamond and more.

In my previous blog entry, I had mentioned how I was awake in the night for about 12 hours. You must have wondered what kind of things passed through my mind during that period of time. Looking back, I too questioned how I had spent those hours. I could only spent so much time reminiscing the warmth of my bed. What else did I think about? The answer is a lot of things, varying between childhood memories and recent events, from philosophical musing to the nature that surrounded me, from a wonderful imaginative world to the hard realities of the wood planks underneath my sleeping bag, and much more.

actually, i lied, i didnt think about anything cuz i had the best sleep since the 2nd wkend of school. So yea since march i didnt have a super enjoyable sleep because of my stupid work schedule. Then after 2 wks at school, i can sleep 14 hours again, and that was nice, but then school got harder and i had less time to sleep, and in the 40F weather on those wood planks, i had the best sleep in the past 2 month.

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HAHA my first censor ship! thanks v

I invited Charlie over to help make cookies and/or dinner, the cookies being for Judy's candidate meeting tonight and the dinner for ourselves. My double-chocolate-chip cookies were a huge success at the last AOE event, and as I like the illusion that my food experiments are great masterpieces, I decided to try to reproduce such fame, this time with no walnuts as I would like Craig to try one and for him to not die while enjoying this pleasure. For dinner, Marisa learned how to make macaroni and cheese from a box, and we added sauteed tomatoes and onions for vegetable value and extra volume, as three of us would be eating (and this was lucky, since Judy appeared as we were sitting down to eat and joined us, so we split the meal four ways). I think the tomatoes would have done well to have gone in raw toward the end rather than being sauteed, and we agreed that we should add even more veggies next time, much as I did in my original and final culinary exploits at home, adding mushrooms, broccoli, and red and green peppers.

haha figure that one out

I returned today from camping in southern Pennslyvania. It was a good trip and I enjoyed it. However, I must remark upon the coldness of the night air. Because of the temperature and personal dislikes for wearing socks, I only managed to sleep for about at most an hour and a half. Thus, I laid in the darkness, listening to the sound of rustling leaves and allowing my mind to wonder wherever it desired for approximately 12 hours. I must admit I spent a percentage of that time reflecting upon the comforts of civilization..my bed..my warm and soft blanket...Ahhh..the niceties of home..In any case, I had fun and I would do it again (only in warmer weather though). I will write more on this weekend outing some other time. Now I'm feeling tired and shall gladly enjoy the softness of my bed.

everyone is so deep, everyone's blog is so deep, if everyone thinks so much, why is everything so illogical, just shut up and go w/ it.

Maybe I just want something to hold on to, something that represents his presence that will soften the blow of the fact that he's completely gone.

Life's going back to normal tomorrow. This week has been a short, sweet dream for me. It's time to wake up and let reality hit now. =(

Okay, time to submerge back into work and be depressed 'til Thanksgiving.

I feel so tried, drained of energy, yet I cannot sleep. What has happened to me? It is almost as if something unknown and insidious had crept up inside me. I cannot fully explain nor understand. I feel empty and melancholy. However, I also feel strangely inspired to start something, something new and original, something that would help to express my thoughts and the pent up emotions that often threaten to bubble over the carefully placed lit. For those of you who will continue to read this and perhaps follow my blog entries in the future, I have a few words to impart. What I chose to embark upon is mainly fictional. Please do not misunderstand. Here is my first section:

Begin Story:
"Nothing interesting today.... force myself to wake up at 9:30am to drive the car to garage then went back to sleep, till 2 or 3 pm....

Then Dave came over to check out the apt. We checked the place. Dave said it's not bad... personally I think it's kinda ghetto... and also the landlady really pissed me off.... told me that I can move into another room w/o breaking the contract.... now she said 1 bedroom cant fit 2 ppl... her boss will not allow... whatever dude... she's just a greedy old lady.... I dunno what we gonna do about this... but we'll talk about it later....


oh yea, Norman came all the way from Cali to visit.... although I dun know him that well, from I've heard he's really cool to hang out with.... so we're eating dinner with him, Dave and several other ppl.... Willy can't make it.... and you know why... lol... "

End story.

Damn these stupid fire alarms!! Around 6:30 in the morning, when you're in deep, happy sleep, the best thing that can happen to you is a stupid fire alarm :-( I can't believe it...

These are thoughts from Deep within my Soul. Read them, treasure them, and remember them always