04.26.01 >2106

I couldn't stop laughing at this one from RedCricket : "The local news around here cracks me up. The major story tonight was 'Chicken farm suffers extensive damage from fire...no chickens were harmed from the blaze.'" (I just told my dad this one over the phone. He didn't get it.)

Oranges. Bananas. Plums. Strawberries. Fuji apples. Just some of my favorite fruit. Natural sweetness. What's your fave fruit?

And yes, I'm still surfing for blogs. *sigh* I don't know what's sadder - that, or the fact that I have 3 (yes, 3 : t-h-r-e-e) folders full of nothing but blogs. One is marked "Great Blogs," and it's from that folder that I'll be picking the first "Blog of the Week" sometime on Monday or Tuesday. Again I say, stay tuned!


Ferris Bueller's Day Off rocks!

No more blogs today. NO MORE BLOGS! Heh . . . nice try, Rhe.

Down to serious business . . . I'm pretty sure you've seen this story already. (Note : in case you haven't noticed already, most of the news links I post come from the LATimes. I'm rather partial to their coverage.) My thoughts on this issue are pretty mixed. I know lots of pro-abortion advocates are really attacking this bill 'cause they think it'll lead to Roe v. Wade being overturned. I'm not too sure. However, my belief is that life begins at conception. But as the case may be . . . overturning the '73 ruling would not be the best way to go.


What is it about being a youth that seems to attract so much unwanted attention from the government? This story about 9 Ethiopian university students hijacking a plane to Sudan caught my attention. Well, not that part, exactly. More like this part : "Police clashed with stone-throwing youths last week in Addis Ababa-- the worst violence in Ethiopia’s capital since 1993. At least 41 people were reported killed. The clashes were apparently sparked by weeklong protests by university students demanding greater academic freedom." And also this part : "Student unrest in the 1960s and 1970s preceded upheavals that forced Ethiopia’s last emperor, Haile Selassie, to institute reforms and ultimately led to his ouster in 1974. Students were also influential in organizing resistance to the military regime that ruled Ethiopia from 1974 to 1991."

Is it just because we're so passionate about our youthful ideals that we feel the need to speak up and lash out at the authorities? Not that I'm saying that's bad. Heck no! But what about the clashes with police up in Quebec about trade globalization or the protests up in Seattle when the WTO was in town? All led by young folk. Sometimes I get the feeling that when you throw young people into the equation of public events or important conferences such as the aforementioned incidents above, that means you're bound to get bad publicity. We're too wild, we're too out there. It seems like the ill-informed but very loud students like to cause all the noise. And even if they don't know what it's all about, they go on and sully the image of an important movement or issue that could affect an entire generation.

I dunno . . . it's just a random thought of mine.


Veddy interesting. Here're my results from the Age Gauge. I am . . .

63 years 10 months younger than Walter Cronkite, age 84
60 years 3 months younger than Pope John Paul II, age 80
56 years 2 months younger than George Herbert Bush, age 76
48 years 11 months younger than Barbara Walters, age 69
46 years 9 months younger than Larry King, age 67
40 years 7 months younger than Ted Koppel, age 61
37 years 2 months younger than Geraldo Rivera, age 57
34 years 2 months younger than President G.W. Bush, age 54
29 years 1 month younger than Jesse Ventura, age 49
24 years 10 months younger than Bill Gates, age 45
20 years 2 months younger than John Elway, age 40
14 years 6 months younger than Cindy Crawford, age 35
9 years 1 month younger than Jeff Gordon, age 29
4 years 8 months younger than Tiger Woods, age 25
1 year 3 months older than Jenna and Barbara Bush, age 19

I was :

17 years old when Princess Diana died
14 years old at the time of Oklahoma City bombing
13 years old when O. J. Simpson was charged with murder
12 years old at the time of the bombing of the World Trade Center
10 years old when Operation Desert Storm began
9 years old during the fall of the Berlin Wall
5 years old when the space shuttle Challenger exploded
3 years old when Apple introduced the Macintosh
2 years old during Sally Ride's travel in space
not yet 1 year old when Pres. Reagan was shot by John Hinckley, Jr.


Upcoming features and current projects : "Blog of the Week" and "Fragments." Stay tuned.

The U.S. vs. China - hmmm, doesn't strike me as a good kind of conflict. Was sitting in American Politics today, and someone asked our prof about what he thought about the whole "giving arms to Taiwan" issue. Somewhere in his answer he mentioned a comment made by the Chinese president about 5 years ago, which is what I needed to hear at the moment (and yes, I'm bein' sarcastic) : apparently this guy says that if the U.S. is willing to lose San Francisco and L.A., then that cost would be enough for a war between China and America. Notice that the folks in Washington seem to ignore the fact that Taiwan is legally a part of China. It's only if Taiwan decides to declare its independence that there'll be a war, and I don't see the U.S. figuring anywhere into that equation, unless we decide to help Taiwan a little. Which we've done now by selling them weapons. Basically, we're helping the rogues out some, and the Empire doesn't like it too much.

04.25.01 >2304

This story totally ticked me off. Do you have any idea what kind of effect this has on our entire country? I'm not sure whether the woman or the justices are stupid. That means that if I get caught doing something stupid by a police officer who just happens to be in a bad mood or is a bad apple altogether, I could go to jail for somethin' that's only worth a fine or a ticket. CRIPES! What the heck is wrong with these people??


For once I wasn't sitting in front of my computer all day (before and after classes, that is - this bein' Wednesday, I've got no classes. Whoohoo!). It's amazing how much the environment can change just by moving from one spot to another. Ya see, I hopped on the train and took an hour-long ride home for an eye appointment (yeah, I got that mixed up with my dentist appointment, which is really next week - stupid, stupid, stupid . . .), and once we were in Oakland, I knew my dad's words from this morning's phone conversation were very true : it was freakin' hot on this side of the Bay! Cool and cloudy in S.F., sunny and very very warm in the Tri-Valley. And I think I know why winter is my favorite season now. I may have to bundle up to stay warm, but it beats getting tired because of the humidity and the heat that the sun practically slams down on you. O' course, maybe I shouldn't be complaining ; after all, I'm sure the folks down in Southern Cali have to put up with this hot weather all the time. Hey, it ain't my fault the weather up here is so fickle! But it felt good to be home, even though jumping on the computer there meant turning the living room into a sauna. With all the energy problems we're having, keeping the A/C on all day is not a good idea. That's what fans are for, right?? Or hire some handsome guy to dress in a loinscloth and fan you with an ostrich feather.

So in a couple weeks, I'm getting new glasses. And maybe in a month, I'll be moving into newer, bigger digs across the way. That's right, Centennial Village, here I come! Heehee . . .

04.24.01 >2258

The fog's rollin' in! I love the fog. I grew up in an area where fog was inevitable. It's fun to hide in. *evil grin* Or get lost in, anyway, esp. if it's thick and misty, which it is around here.

Erich from Egrigor gave me a great suggestion (oh, yeah, Happy B-Day, Erich! AGAIN! Last time you'll hear it from me, promise), so expect to see a "fragment" page soon. Sorry, you'll just have to stick around and find out what that is!

Was thinking earlier about somethin' serious (fer once). Two of my friends have commented on my shyness during the past . . . umm, four months. Okay, three months. Maybe less than that. One of 'em I talked to on the phone last night. He was of the opinion that I'm "unreasonably shy." (Sure, Chris.) The other one thinks my self-deprecating humor is a waste of time . . . that I'm being too hard on myself. All I've got to say about that is *pause* at least my sarcasm isn't directed at you! But really . . . I know I might be reticent sometimes IRL, but I think I'm still coming out of my shell. I like who I am - I guess I don't know how to really act around others yet. Not that I've been in solitary confinement all this time . . . but there was a time where I completely avoided large crowds and never raised my eyes to look at anyone. I can probably look at you now and smile without blushing ; but I still tend to mumble or not say anything at all. I'll catch up one day with the crowd. Or maybe I'll just stay a few paces behind it.


Story page is up now, y'all. Oh, and a note to Netscape users . . . I know the page looks pretty screwy, and for that I apologize. I'm trying to figure out what's wrong with the dang browser . . .

Note to self : need to put up separate pages for all the stories and poems. And the blogs. Have 100+ blogs bookmarked on my 'puter, and I'll probly need a separate page to link 'em here. *deep breath* So much to do and so little time!


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Just hopped over to CommunityZero to check on my night friends (sorry, no link with this one). What the heck is goin' on with you, Shilo?? Where are you? *siiiiigh*

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It must be time to change the design over here in blogger world . . . a lot of the blogs I've been to in recent days suddenly have different designs. Now if only I were HTML literate enough to create my own template. I'd be a happy woman . . .


The weather here in S.F. has been fabulous lately, which is strange. I wonder if it'll be like this during the summer? Just a touch of cool breeze, and the sun's out, and everyone's going about their usual business - but with a cheeriness that's absent on cloudy days. (And this is S.F. I mean, it's usually cloudy everyday here. Hmm, maybe I should just shut my mouth and not jinx the whole dang city. Watch it be cloudy tomorrow!)

The view outside my window : there's a freakin' big tree right outside, which pretty much obscures seeing anything . . . but below (I'm on the 5th floor) you can see the cars whizzing by, diagonally, from the upper left to the lower right. More cars are going in that direction than the other way. A whole bunch of trees around here. Which ain't necessarily a bad thing . . . Across the street are the basketball courts that are adjoined to the sprawling Parkmerced apartment complex. And then there're more trees . . . (You see the pattern now, I hope : trees, __, trees, __, trees.)

While they were constructing the student apartments that now sit to the right of the residence halls (if you're heading up campus, they're on the right), it used to be pretty noisy. And though they're done, it can still get pretty noisy around here, what with all the girls yelling down the hall at each other, the early morning fire alarms, and guys just acting like punks right outside yer door when you're trying to get some sleep!

Who invented plastic?


What do you do when you have so many story fragments in yer head, and you don't know which one to choose to actually finish??

04.23.01 >2130

*clenching teeth* Let's try this one more time . . . if this computer eats my post again, I will scream!

Ever seen a Gungan dressed as a Spartan warrior? Even if you haven't, what kind of picture pops up in your head? (This applies to those of you reading this who actually have an imagination.)

Maybe I'm just feeling kinda wistful tonight. I feel like writing, but I don't know what to focus on. The sunset? (Even though the sun set two hours ago!) My room? Hmm, narrow the focus there - my desk? What's on my desk? Well, my computer, keyboard, disk drive, mouse and mousepad are dead center. On the upper right corner of the desk is my dad's green shade lamp (the antique-looking kind), and sitting right under that is my CD player, and the power strip. Close to my right elbow are two messy stacks of CDs and an empty water bottle. On my left is my "ancient" telephone, my cellphone and keys, and underneath all that is a mess of misc. papers.

Well, I'm no longer bored, but I'd better stop here before I describe everything else in my room and run out of things to talk about and get even more bored. (Yes, I know this doesn't make sense. But who said it had to?)


This was something of an uneventful day - I found out my class tonight had been cancelled. You would've thought I'd gotten used to this already, classes getting cancelled at the last minute by my lazy professors. But nope, I ain't. Well, if something momentous happens, you'll probly be the first to know.


Just saw this story at the LATimes website. I'm confounded. Speechless. And maybe a little ticked.

04.22.01 >2211

Do not ask me why I seem to be coming back here every hour (or hour and a half) to update this kawazy page. New thoughts just seem to be popping into my head.

Check out Emode, where they have all kinds of annoying tests - to determine your personality, style, etc. - that you can take. The results are often hilarious, and even interesting sometimes.

For some reason, I've got a scene from To Kill A Mockingbird floating around in my head : Atticus and Scout are talking about their next door neighbor, Boo Radley. The one thing I'm stuck on is the advice Atticus gives to his daughter . . . the part about not knowing what someone's really like unless you step into his/her shoes and crawl under his or her skin for the day. Why am I thinking about that? you ask. I'm not entirely sure, either. At one time or another, I was very self-conscious and insecure about who I was. Now I like who I am . . . but there are still a few kinks in my personality that I don't like, that I wish would go away. O' course, just because they vanish doesn't mean I'll become perfect. Heck no. I'll just fit into my skin better, I think, and like who I am more than I did before.

Really wish I had a camera with my right now to take a pic of my roommate's bulletin board. She's got flamengo and sun lights bordering the board. It actually looks great!


Lists don't look great with center justified, so I changed it. Might keep the change. I dunno - does it look better left justified or centered?

Anyway . . . some things you might not have known about me before :

1. I am a packrat. I used to collect the cardboard tubes from paper towel and toilet paper rolls and store them in a box when I was in elementary school. I wasn't even recycle-conscious back then, and eventually threw the whole "collection" away.
2. I only had one stuffed animal that I really loved. He was a small, brown teddy bear about six inches tall, with a Santa Claus hat that I got on one Xmas when I was a kid. I have no idea what happened to him. He didn't even have a name.
3. I'm a tomboy.
4. I'm a procrastinator.
5. I want a digital camera for my birthday.
6. I don't ever want to grow up.
7. I have numerous nicknames thanks to my merciless siblings. No, I will not tell you what they are. Yet.
8. First time I had a crush on a guy was in 7th grade. My parents must've ruined me.
9. I've never had Thai food.
10. My favorite childhood character? She-Ra.
11. I'm a chocoholic. (And dang proud of it.)
12. All-time favorite flick : Return of the Jedi.
13. I don't have my driver's license yet.
14. I was a nerd in high school.
15. I'm no longer a nerd.
16. I hate denominations.
17. I'm not allergic to anything.
18. I take that back. I'm allergic to snobs.
19. I actually like doing housework.
20. Winter is my favorite season.

Eat yer heart out, Jimmy Stewart.


I hate hospitals, though the one I visited earlier this afternoon was actually pretty nice. Hospitals and me do not get along, however, only because they remind me too much of my grandfather, who died in one two months ago, and because I just don't, well, like 'em. *sigh* Today, for example, I visited my grandmother, my sole surviving grandparent. Seeing this usually demanding, moody old woman esconced in a hospital gown and throwing up every several minutes made my throat feel tight and my eyes sting a little. Neither feeling was exactly great.

Tomorrow is my little sister's Sweet 16, and it's hard to believe she's grown up so fast. An early Happy Birthday to you, Stic. May God bless ya with many more to come.

Couldn't resist putting this pic up! Guess which one is me? *grin* The other girls are my two sisters and cousins.
If you managed to guess correctly, the Birthday Girl is standing right beside me on the left.

04.21.01 >1933

I updated this page too many times to count last night. Maybe six or seven times. I dunno. That quickly got very tiresome. Just as I'm tired now. Writing when one's tired is not a good idea. I'm finding that out even as we speak . . . Shut up, Rhe, and go to sleep already!

Little kids are so funny to watch, esp. when they don't know they're being watched. Right now I'm watching two of my little cousins as they try to play "shoe store clerk" (5-year-old big sister is trying to put black slipper on 1-year-old little sister's foot), and it's . . . well, cute!


Took a nice two-hour walk from the mall to my grandmother's house. Whew. I think I made up for the lack of exercise of the past month! While at the mall, I basically spent all the money that was set aside for next week (bad girl, Rhe!), talked with Miss Miriam, my younger sis, and basically acted like a woman on a shopping spree. A new feeling, actually. I usually don't go all out when I shop anywhere ; I'm pretty tight on money, but I figured, hey, what the heck - she's buying a lot of nice stuff (my sister, I mean), so why can't I?

Last night I was on the phone with three separate people for a span of maybe three or four hours. I was actually feeling pretty winded when I finally hung up, but it was fun. *grin* How fun? Very fun. That's all you'll be hearing on the subject on this page, anyway . . . heehee. (No paranoia here, honest! *innocent look*)


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