Rit's B-log!!

:~:b^2:~: Links :~:
Friends' blogs:~: Alex's :~: Cindy's :~: Drew's :~: Frank's :~: Freecia's :~: Kalyan's :~: Sam's :~:
:~:Email me:~:

Bbora's
Totally Random Thoughts
and Occurrences

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Tuesday, February 25, 2003
05:26 p.m.

God, after all the drama and the stress (financial, work-related, personal, or otherwise) of the past few months, I really need the catharsis of a good, long rave, dancing the whole night long for once not worrying about money, or who doesn't like me, or what's going to happen next time I go to work, or just how much money I will need to earn this pay period to pay the bills.

And then I wake up the next morning, body tired and worn out, and I am at complete peace. Catharsis is the best feeling in the world.

And oh, finally figured out the comments thing. Had to sacrifice some things (mostly, entry titles and reading-book updates) but, ah well. Try it out!

Sunday, February 23, 2003
04:01 p.m.

I have a laptop again! Whoo!

It's not really new--I just took Minh's old black IBM Thinkpad 760, bought a floppy drive for it, and I'm set. I talked to Rick, Sam's bf a couple of weeks ago about buying a laptop from him, but I didn't need all the bells and whistles (like a DVD drive), since all I want one for is to type stories on the darn thing, and having internet access, DVD rom drives, etc, makes for a lot of distraction--hence, I can't write creatively on my actual personal computer.

*looks insufferably pleased* It's so much faster than my original laptop, which had diddly for RAM and was free. ^___^

....It does have a cd rom drive.... but I have to swap back and forth between that and the floppy drive, and it's a lot of hassle. Oh well.

Saturday, February 22, 2003
09:55 p.m.

*amused* I just watched a commercial on Cartoon Network about 'Happy Family'--basically, Barbie-related characters now in a happy nuclear family. I think it's a good idea, ignoring the fact that the guy and the wife and the kid(s) come separately, and that the family is only white, but, eh, one can't have everything. See, as I figure, why not buy two guys or two women and educate your children about alternate families? Having each figure sold separately opens up those possibilities.

I went to the Korean supermarket yesterday (it seems everytime I go back there they've added a new wing--it's rather like a mini-mall, with sections for clothing, jewelry, makeup, and a food court) and stocked up. But I'm already out of shrimp chips. *pout* Ah, well, at least my kimchee will last me a while. And, *grins* while I was there I discovered the instant sticky rice Cindy raved about. I didn't buy any, though.

Friday, February 21, 2003
03:55 p.m.

Today while I was sitting in the waiting room of the Jiffy Lube while getting my oil changed, the door opened and a lady walked in, followed by two huge dogs. One of them, a large, shaggy black husky, came over to me, sniffed me, and then leaned his entire weight against my legs, giving me a friendly look. I suppose I smelled like someone who would pet him (as the dogs totally ignored a guy sitting across from me, instead opting to sniff me--perhaps I smell like meat?) so I did. Every time I paused, he'd lean a little harder, turn his head and give me another long stare, so I'd have to go back to petting him. *grins* It's rather trivial, I know, but it made my day.

I still like cats better, but a big shaggy friendly dog (who doesn't slobber all over) like that one wouldn't be so bad. ^_^

I'm not really reading much right now; I'm mostly occupied with playing the PS2 games I borrowed from my brother and his gf--Kingdom Hearts and LotR: Two Towers.

I think Kingdom Hearts is cute, but it doesn't absorb or attract me like FF7, FF8, and FFX did/does. Perhaps it's because I feel that it's a little too simple (as it was meant for a younger audience); or because I've never been a fan of Disney. The wonky camera movement makes me motion-sick as well.

LotR is just /hard/. I prefer to play as Legolas, but to actually finish a mission I often have to use Aragorn instead, since Aragorn is a good deal stronger, even though Legolas is better with the bow; so with Legolas I get my ass pimped by the Uruk-hai.

As for FFX, I'm just pissed off by the 'dodge lightning bolts 200 times in a row' bit. Heh.

And oh, I turned in my two-weeks notice for the Front Desk last weekend. My manager friend, and my friends who I work with at the Front, came to me later and told me (with smug grins) that I was really screwing my supervisors over by doing so because where the hell are they going to find a good worker willing to work Saturday and Sundays from 6:45am-3pm? Looks like my supervisor is going to have to drag her ass out of bed super early every weekend now instead. HA! Serves those bitches right.

If they come to me and offer me a better salary (and perhaps an apology) perhaps I'll reconsider. But we all agreed that unbending pride is a characteristic of the Y and the "we actually really need you and please stay" will only happen when hell freezes over.

Tuesday, February 18, 2003
11:01 a.m.

Am back! Got back at midnight because I was sucked into the void of curiosity watching Joe Millionaire. It didn't have nearly the sleazy ending that I'd expected it to--instead, all worked out and the happy couple is surrounded by doves and white roses and sparkly glitter, instead of tears and catfights and bruised testicles. O_o Is FOX trying to change its image?

I borrowed Kingdom Hearts and LotR: The Two Towers the game. XD I'm so tempted to blow off school to play PS2, but I got midterms and quizzes all this week and am so not going to have a chance to play until at least Friday. ;_;

Monday, February 17, 2003
02:10 a.m.

Hello! I'm in Davis, visiting my brother, just cuz I miss him. ^_^

And since he lives with Drew, visiting Drew as well. Since James lives in Davis (somewhere), will visit him too.

Damn, I miss the university atmosphere--living with roommates who all go to the same college, in a college town... I hope to get back into that by this Fall quarter when I transfer! (Hopefully to UCLA or UCI!! *fingers cross*)

Am having a lot of fun; tho Bborie's roommate Lisa is currently pet-sitting this stinky dog who likes to snap at imaginary butterflies and does so uncomfortably close to one's face....and a rather dim-witted cat who can't decide which way is up or down or whether to go in or out or just sniff the doorsill.

When watching tv gets boring, going about and watching Ethan or Bborie play Grand Theft Auto is just as good--it's such a theraputic game--having a bad day? Go run someone over! XD

Went out to eat tonight; will write more later cuz right now I'm rather wonked on NyQuil (that pesky cough) and am rapidly becoming more incoherent, and right now I can't feel my feet. And that shit tastes like crap. I'd forgotten how bad it was; I was used to the children's cough syrup I'd been mooching lately and with kid's syrup, they actually do make an effort to make it taste remotely like what they claim it to taste like. Is this making any sense?

Yah, okay, bed. Will see James (hopefully) tomorrow.

Saturday, February 15, 2003
09:44 a.m.

I d/l'ed these a while ago... I think you guys can see why I like these two so much. ^_^

Thursday, February 13, 2003
09:12 p.m.

*Busts a gut laughing* God, I just d/l'ed a music vid off KaZaa of HOT. (Yesh, I know, old-school). *giggles* They're dancing around in makeup and pink over-size mittens! XD They're so pretty.

*cramp* Ouchie, too much coughing.

And being sick for two days has given me ample time to play FFX like mad. I /love/ that game. I'm only about... oh, 2/3rds of the way through and already I want to play it again. Though I could seriously do with less fights (one every five seconds, it seems like)...

Wednesday, February 12, 2003
07:04 p.m.

*coughs, hacks* I'm sick. The chick sitting next to me in Japanese class prolly gave it to me.

I hope I don't lose my voice--it's almost a traditional yearly thing for me--my mom thinks I had bronchitis when I was younger, and now whenever I get a cold or the flu it goes to my lungs and stays there for the next three months. And, sometimes it'll go a bit further, and I lose my voice. Usually I enjoy it when I lose my voice, since it's a lot like the protagonist in The Bonesetter's Daughter, where every year she takes a week of silence--for me it's rather like an adventure to be able to speak only in croaks. 'Sides, when I call in sick, my boss(es) can hardly be skeptical when I sound like I'm a footstep away from the grave.

But I'd rather not deal with that this year; I don't want to use my sick days since I want to take a week and a half off in March or April to go visit my friends and some campuses in SoCal.

Finished reading As I Lay Dying. All analysis aside, that is one /wacked/ story. Will read more of Faulkner.

Thursday, February 6, 2003
11:59 p.m.

I was just thinking....

If I were a Jedi, I'd be an incredibly bad one. Or, an amoral one.

For instance, if I were driving down the street, and the light turns red--I'd USE THE FORCE and tweak the circuits to keep it green.

Or, I'd sneak up behind my math teacher and hold out my hand and mutter creepily, "You will give me an A...." and she'll repeat, "I'll give you an A...." and then I'd chuckle evilly. But then, she'd go on to say, "I'll give you an A if you pass the final..." so I'd say, "You horrid wench!" and make her writhe in agony! BWAHAHA!

And wouldn't flying be just cool? And walking through walls? (If that dumbass Skywalker can move objects with the Force, why not just use the Force to move atoms?)

Or people's money would just 'float' out of their pockets. OR, I could use the atom theory and form money out of atoms...and if those government MIB show up, well, I got the lightning fingers!

Okay, okay, when I have spare time I can feed the starving children in Africa and blow up that dern asteroid without making Ben Affleck die--though, that might not be a bad thing...

Ah, so many things I would do if I could use the Force... and I shan't tell you of the unspeakable things I would do to the cast of LotR. *evil chuckle*

And, oh--should any 'good' Jedi show up, like that Luke Skywalker, or Qui-Gonn, or that pouty annoying bitch adolescent Anakin, to try to bring me back to the light side, I'll just bend him over my knee and stick my lightsaber up his---!

Good night, everyone!

Wednesday, February 5, 2003
07:54 p.m.

:: how jedi are you? ::

"ideally, your lightsaber would be:..."
---i simply use the force to fuck people up with lightning.
"the force should be used to:..."
---whup your ass.

XD

I'm watching the Altoid's World's Strongest Woman competition. They're pulling cars and carrying 175lb weights as far as they can. The question that's running through my head is: Why? Why??

Well, the question that's probably running through your head is, Why are you watching that?

The answer is: Minh's stolen the remote, and he never lets me have it. ...If I could have the remote, I would either turn off that goddamn talking box, play FFX, or watch the Discovery Channel. Heh.

Tuesday, February 4, 2003
04:30 p.m.

I passed my first Trig quiz today! Whooo! Go Minh! XD

I talked to my math teacher the other day and explained to her my little problem with algebra. She only nodded knowingly, since she's (probably) already noticed that long ago. ^^;; Heh. At least now when she's lecturing she's slowed down a bit and explains a lot more.

Though I still can't verify a trig identity to save my life. Stupid, pesky... *grumble*

I was rereading Dante's Inferno the other day and I came across a passage I had had trouble with before. I can't reproduce it here, since my book is currently in my car, but it takes place when the narrator walks across the section of Hell where he encounters the sodomites. (I know all my friends are laughing their asses off right about now... ^^*)

Anyways, the sodomites were grouped with the usurers and one other group that I don't recall right now. My problem was with the description--the sodomites were described (the book doesn't specifically call them sodomites, though it is to be derived from other passages) as the ones who were wandering restlessly, while the usurers were sitting down, and the other group was lying down. ...My problem was, why are the sodomites wandering, and the usurers sitting? Why not the other way around? The footnotes in the back explained which group was which, but didn't explain why each group was positioned the way it was. What, the sodomites' asses hurt too much to sit down?

*ducks a hail of stones* I know there's probably an old, old symbolism out there that explains it, but I haven't come across it yet.

....Am tempted to ask Prof. Powell about it (or another old English prof) but how does one phrase that sort of question?

Saturday, February 1, 2003
11:12 p.m.

In light of the crash of the space shuttle Columbia, I think the main reason why I find myself so riveted by this story (besides the fact that things that go falling out of the sky makes good bank) is that... well, it sounds wierd, but I'm a little envious of those who died.

Yes, they died, but they died doing a job that they loved. How many people out there right now can claim to have a job (or even a life) that they love? Sam and I were talking the other night about how previously adventurous people are now becoming sedate, settled people with houses, marriages, kids, etc. Life is, for most people, a series of compromises and failed hopes and dreams; I consider the few who have managed to attain their dreams, even if they died chasing them, very fortunate.

Today is Chinese/Vietnamese New Year's. I suppose that it's Korean New Years as well, but I really don't know...as I'm really not cognizant of Korean customs. Heh. But anyway, Happy New Year's, everyone. It's really not /mine/, of course (I'm too American, so for me, my New Year's is on Jan 1st) but since people are setting off REALLY LOUD firecrackers right outside my door, let's get into the spirit of things.

I went with Minh and his friends to visit a Buddhist temple which was way out in the boonies somewhere in the mountains surrounding Gilroy. It was next door to a Korean Christian retreat center, which I found deliciously ironic.

Minh and I got into a bit of an argument on the way there, because I was very uncomfortable with bowing to a Buddha (I've discovered lately that I'm a bit more Catholic than I'd thought). He believes that all gods were really one deity with many names, which I know in my mind to be true. I think I balked more because I haven't bowed to anything or anyone in years... and I'd rather not pay my respects by fumbling through a bow that I'm not comfortable with, with my mind more on getting it right rather than praying. I think the Buddha would understand, and I'm planning on doing it next year. I think Minh thinks I'm wacked.

But anyway, I enjoyed it up there... it's on a mountain summit--and you know, it's very easy to be spiritual/religious when one has a lush forest surrounding, lots of chilly air, a million-dollar view of the valley, and a bunch of Christians down the road praying for your soul.

There were lot of interesting statues of Buddhas and a goddess and boddisatvas and such that I would've liked a closer look at, but we had to go. It would be interesting to study how Chinese religious art differs from Japanese differs from Korean differs from Vietnamese. Most art historians concern themselves mainly with Chinese or Japanese only because they dismiss everything else as a borrowed form of Chinese culture. Beh.

<-- edit this entry
delete this entry -->

--------------------------------

Entry Number 14:
date:

time:

url:

pagename:

entry:
I've had it with working at the front desk of the YMCA. I'm getting my hours cut again. Again. I feel like I've sacrificed too much to work for this goddamn place (including my grades), and bent over backwards to accomodate what they need and to seem like a "team player". And, in gratitude, they've taken a solid chunk of my hours that I need to pay bills and given it to someone else--who doesn't even want to work that shift. When I flat out asked why, the supervisor just dithered and told me some bullshit about how my coworker who got my hours needed to work over 30 hours so he could earn his full time benefits (which is another peeve of mine with this Y--they will give part-timers only 19 hours instead of the 20 needed to avoid paying for part-time benefits, which include medical, and are also reluctant to pay for benefits for people who are working the minimum hours for full time benefits--those stingy assholes) which I sorta understood, if didn't appreciate. So I asked that (still trying to be a 'team player' and trying to work out a compromise) perhaps he and I could split a shift, cuz he doesn't goddamn need a full 40 hours to get the benefits--he'd be just as fine with 35 hours. My supervisor said she'd discuss it with her supervisor. So, this week, she came back and told me no. And when I straight up told her that her previous reason was nonsense, she then told me that the main problem was they felt that I was not reliable. WHAT? Yeah, I was late twice in a row (it was a bad weekend), the only times out of the full six months I've been working there that I've been late. It wouldn't have been so bad, if my coworker hadn't /also/ been late the same day and the Y got opened late. But does he get written up or considered unreliable? No. Even though it's common knowledge among the staff that he's been spectacularly late at least three times and regularly wanders in fifteen minutes late, blatant favoritism is on his side, since he knew our supervisor from class before and she got him hired, over my friend, who's been volunteering there every week for two years. He always depends on me to be there on time every morning to open the Y, so the one time I was late, he of course showed up late also, but didn't get in trouble for it. What the fuck? I feel like I've been screwed twice. First, in the beginning, I accepted a salary that's under the normal starting salary for the rest of the staff because I "didn't have any retail experience or experience in customer service", ignoring the fact that I'd been working at the same YMCA for the past two and a half years in two other departments, was intimately knowledgeable with the workings of each, and was already crosstrained and already had all the certifications they would ever require (and thus wouldn't have to pay for) in this stupid job-- 1st aid, CPR, child development classes, child abuse prevention, and a bunch of other trainings. When I pointed those facts out, they just told me that it was the normal starting salary for everyone. Yeah, bullshit. Employees talk amongst themselves, and I'm being paid 50 cents under the newest staff member (who, apparently earned her higher salary by working for three months at Long's Drugs. Whooo.). But that was okay, even though the salary was more than two dollars less than I was getting paid in the other departments, just because I wanted the experience in case I moved on to a different YMCA. Also, the people at the desk were fun to talk to and work with. So, I settled in without too much complaint. And now, this happens! I'd be more okay with it IF they had asked me about it ahead of time, or IF they had told me of this in time for me to go to my other departments and arranged to pick up hours elsewhere! Instead, on Friday, the second to last week of January, she came to me and asked me if I'd seen the new schedule. They expected me to react like a callow high schooler who's just working to earn a little extra pocket money, I suppose, and just roll over and take it. (That's why the Y can get away with screwing people out of their benefits.) Well, fuck this. After February, I'm quitting. I can't quit now because it's too late for me to go to Aquatics or Childcare and ask for hours because childcare only runs early morning and after school hours, and I have school. I can't go to Aquatics because they make the set schedule by the third week of the month, which is when my bitch supervisor chose the auspicious time to let me know of the drastic fuckup of my hours. I'm fucking sick and tired of the YMCA's idea of 'teamwork', which is, "sit there and nod and look perky and do /exactly/ what I want you to do the way I want you to do it", and their ideals of "Respect, Honesty, Caring, Responsibility" (I'm not kidding, they call those their 'core values') which is really bullshit. The Y is good at seeming like sweetness and light to the public, but the employees know better. I can survive for the month, and then I'm gone. When summer starts, I'm quitting all the bullshit of all three departments (oh yeah, a rant on the pissy screwjobs I've gotten from childcare coming up soon enough) and doing Camp, where the director, who likes me, has offered me pretty good pay and directorship for a camp and set hours of probably 45 hours a week. And after that, well, off to SoCal, where I will /not/ touch the YMCA with a shit-covered stick for a long, long, time. (Unless I can get a salaried job.) <A HREF=""></a> </center> <script type="text/javascript">LinktoComments('')</script> <noscript><a href="http://enetation.co.uk/comments.php?user=rtuko&commentid=">Comment</a></noscript> Saturday, February 1, 2003 12:32 a.m. I've had it with working at the front desk of the YMCA. I'm getting my hours cut again. Again. I feel like I've sacrificed too much to work for this goddamn place (including my grades), and bent over backwards to accomodate what they need and to seem like a "team player". And, in gratitude, they've taken a solid chunk of my hours that I need to pay bills and given it to someone else--who doesn't even want to work that shift. When I flat out asked why, the supervisor just dithered and told me some bullshit about how my coworker who got my hours needed to work over 30 hours so he could earn his full time benefits (which is another peeve of mine with this Y--they will give part-timers only 19 hours instead of the 20 needed to avoid paying for part-time benefits, which include medical, and are also reluctant to pay for benefits for people who are working the minimum hours for full time benefits--those stingy assholes) which I sorta understood, if didn't appreciate. So I asked that (still trying to be a 'team player' and trying to work out a compromise) perhaps he and I could split a shift, cuz he doesn't goddamn need a full 40 hours to get the benefits--he'd be just as fine with 35 hours. My supervisor said she'd discuss it with her supervisor. So, this week, she came back and told me no. And when I straight up told her that her previous reason was nonsense, she then told me that the main problem was they felt that I was not reliable. WHAT? Yeah, I was late twice in a row (it was a bad weekend), the only times out of the full six months I've been working there that I've been late. It wouldn't have been so bad, if my coworker hadn't /also/ been late the same day and the Y got opened late. But does he get written up or considered unreliable? No. Even though it's common knowledge among the staff that he's been spectacularly late at least three times and regularly wanders in fifteen minutes late, blatant favoritism is on his side, since he knew our supervisor from class before and she got him hired, over my friend, who's been volunteering there every week for two years. He always depends on me to be there on time every morning to open the Y, so the one time I was late, he of course showed up late also, but didn't get in trouble for it. What the fuck? I feel like I've been screwed twice. First, in the beginning, I accepted a salary that's under the normal starting salary for the rest of the staff because I "didn't have any retail experience or experience in customer service", ignoring the fact that I'd been working at the same YMCA for the past two and a half years in two other departments, was intimately knowledgeable with the workings of each, and was already crosstrained and already had all the certifications they would ever require (and thus wouldn't have to pay for) in this stupid job-- 1st aid, CPR, child development classes, child abuse prevention, and a bunch of other trainings. When I pointed those facts out, they just told me that it was the normal starting salary for everyone. Yeah, bullshit. Employees talk amongst themselves, and I'm being paid 50 cents under the newest staff member (who, apparently earned her higher salary by working for three months at Long's Drugs. Whooo.). But that was okay, even though the salary was more than two dollars less than I was getting paid in the other departments, just because I wanted the experience in case I moved on to a different YMCA. Also, the people at the desk were fun to talk to and work with. So, I settled in without too much complaint. And now, this happens! I'd be more okay with it IF they had asked me about it ahead of time, or IF they had told me of this in time for me to go to my other departments and arranged to pick up hours elsewhere! Instead, on Friday, the second to last week of January, she came to me and asked me if I'd seen the new schedule. They expected me to react like a callow high schooler who's just working to earn a little extra pocket money, I suppose, and just roll over and take it. (That's why the Y can get away with screwing people out of their benefits.) Well, fuck this. After February, I'm quitting. I can't quit now because it's too late for me to go to Aquatics or Childcare and ask for hours because childcare only runs early morning and after school hours, and I have school. I can't go to Aquatics because they make the set schedule by the third week of the month, which is when my bitch supervisor chose the auspicious time to let me know of the drastic fuckup of my hours. I'm fucking sick and tired of the YMCA's idea of 'teamwork', which is, "sit there and nod and look perky and do /exactly/ what I want you to do the way I want you to do it", and their ideals of "Respect, Honesty, Caring, Responsibility" (I'm not kidding, they call those their 'core values') which is really bullshit. The Y is good at seeming like sweetness and light to the public, but the employees know better. I can survive for the month, and then I'm gone. When summer starts, I'm quitting all the bullshit of all three departments (oh yeah, a rant on the pissy screwjobs I've gotten from childcare coming up soon enough) and doing Camp, where the director, who likes me, has offered me pretty good pay and directorship for a camp and set hours of probably 45 hours a week. And after that, well, off to SoCal, where I will /not/ touch the YMCA with a shit-covered stick for a long, long, time. (Unless I can get a salaried job.) <A HREF=""></a> </center> <script type="text/javascript">LinktoComments('')</script> <noscript><a href="http://enetation.co.uk/comments.php?user=rtuko&commentid=">Comment</a></noscript> Saturday, January 25, 2003 03:50 p.m. I think I should make a clarification... XD is a symbol I like to use a great deal, but not very many people (other than my fellow ML'ers) seem to know what the hell it means. So... recently, I've been getting a lot of "By the way, Bbora, what the /hell/ is XD?" O_o Well.... look at it sideways, and use your imagination a little. Doesn't it look like a happy face filled with purely evil and unholy glee? See? If you still can't see it, it's a repeat of the expression on this little Southpark self-portrait that I made a while back: <img src="http://www.geocities.com/rtuko/bbora.gif"> <A HREF="Currently reading: The Silmarillion (it's slow going--good book, but takes a bit of concentration), Tale of Genji (it's just a long novel), and The Mists of Avalon (definitely better than Dragon Queen)"></a> </center> <script type="text/javascript">LinktoComments('Currently reading: The Silmarillion (it's slow going--good book, but takes a bit of concentration), Tale of Genji (it's just a long novel), and The Mists of Avalon (definitely better than Dragon Queen)')</script> <noscript><a href="http://enetation.co.uk/comments.php?user=rtuko&commentid=Currently reading: The Silmarillion (it's slow going--good book, but takes a bit of concentration), Tale of Genji (it's just a long novel), and The Mists of Avalon (definitely better than Dragon Queen)">Comment</a></noscript> Thursday, January 23, 2003 07:52 p.m. Aaaaah, the oldies are always the goodies. Got this pic a loooong time ago, but it still makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside. <img src="http://www.geocities.com/rtuko/sephcloudhehe.jpg"> *digging around some more on her harddrive* Or this one: <img src="http://www.geocities.com/rtuko/vday2.jpg"> I love the Final Fantasy series. XD BTW.... these pics are posted without permission, so don't tell on me, ya? But I'm not claiming ownership or anything... so... *glares wildly around* Don't hurt me! <A HREF="Currently reading: The Silmarillion ...Yeah, changed my mind. Not being able to read is like cutting off my arm. Yeah, so screw math. Minh promised to tutor me."></a> </center> <script type="text/javascript">LinktoComments('Currently reading: The Silmarillion ...Yeah, changed my mind. Not being able to read is like cutting off my arm. Yeah, so screw math. Minh promised to tutor me.')</script> <noscript><a href="http://enetation.co.uk/comments.php?user=rtuko&commentid=Currently reading: The Silmarillion ...Yeah, changed my mind. Not being able to read is like cutting off my arm. Yeah, so screw math. Minh promised to tutor me.">Comment</a></noscript> Thursday, January 23, 2003 02:00 p.m. Mathematics is my Achille's heel, my Waterloo. I rather envy my brother. Though he is of strong mathematical bent, he is adept enough at English. Whereas I am mostly...liberal arts, and very few skills at all when it comes to the sciences. Biology, sure. Easy. Memorization, observation. Chemistry was the death of me at UC Davis. Mathematics is killing me slowly now. I do homework and all that good stuff... I understand the formulas--but once it goes beyond just memorization and requires derivation, I'm screwed. It's all nonsense to me. I usually spend every class mumbling, "What the hell....? How did she get that...?" I think I shoulda paid more attention to Algebra in high school. It's catching up to me now, when I can't figure out how to finish a problem. ><;; Gonna ask Minh to be my tutor (such a lucky bastard, while he's ok at English, he takes to advanced mathematics like a duck to water, doing hardly any homework or studying at all).... Sorry, wallowing in self-pity. <A HREF="Currently reading: Nothing! Too much reading has landed me in this mess!"></a> </center> <script type="text/javascript">LinktoComments('Currently reading: Nothing! Too much reading has landed me in this mess!')</script> <noscript><a href="http://enetation.co.uk/comments.php?user=rtuko&commentid=Currently reading: Nothing! Too much reading has landed me in this mess!">Comment</a></noscript> Tuesday, January 21, 2003 04:26 p.m. <img src="http://www.geocities.com/rtuko/transformer.jpg"> XD And oh, yesterday Steve was nice enough to install my intake. XD Dunno about more horsepower, but it definitely /sounds/ like it! And this morning I went to go help my mom. She's renovating her house so she had to stash all her furniture in this huge metal storage compartment, and later discovered that she needed her 2001 tax return papers to refinance the house, etc. And the papers were in the desk. Aaaaaall the way in the back of the storage thing. And guess who got to go dig around for it? Yep, me. Climbing over furniture and moving heavy crap piled on top of one another and wedging myself into teeny spaces to pry open the drawer a chink and try to find papers. I came out considerably dirtier. *grins* Though it's amazing how nice/non-grumpy my mom can be when I'm doing what she wants. <A HREF="Currently reading: The Silmarillion, and Tale of Genji (Murasaki Shikibu)"></a> </center> <script type="text/javascript">LinktoComments('Currently reading: The Silmarillion, and Tale of Genji (Murasaki Shikibu)')</script> <noscript><a href="http://enetation.co.uk/comments.php?user=rtuko&commentid=Currently reading: The Silmarillion, and Tale of Genji (Murasaki Shikibu)">Comment</a></noscript> Monday, January 20, 2003 09:09 a.m. Last night I went to see Two Towers again. XD XD I went to see it with Daniel, just so we could compare notes and see who could be more perverted. (I won.) His family seemed to think that he was going on a date, though. O_o As his sister dropped him off and he got in my car so we could go to dinner, she drove off with a big grin on her face and an enthusiastic wave. *snort* And Daniel said yeah, his mom seemed to think so too. You know, "My little boy is growing up" and all that. Which is amusing, of course. Most people aren't used to tomboy girls who have mostly male friends (I have a grand total of 3 female friends), I suppose... and just because we wanted to go see a movie together... I'd asked other people to come but they didn't want to. Yeah, and there's the fact that I'm older than him by four years and his idea of a rousing good time is the WWF. *LOL* Movie was good *grins* for the third time. Have determined that Legolas is sleeping with everyone else in the movie. Faramir is perved for the hobbit, like Bormir before him. Gandalf and Aragorn. XD Remember the battle scene? Where all the Elves show up? In my previous viewings I'd seen that when everyone's in the Keep, there're no Elves left (except Legolas, of course). In this viewing, I saw why. That's because they put all the Elves on the front lines and all the Men were way in the rear! It's rather like WW2 or something where they put all the black soldiers up front so /they/ die first. In most of the battle scenes on the Deeping Wall (the first line of defense) there're no Men fighting at all except Aragorn. *snort* And all the pretty Elves died. Well, I saw /one/ in the Keep. *trying to think of something serious to salvage this entry* Per Alex's suggestion, I've switched from MIE to Mozilla. Eh, it looks good, and my homepage/weblog looks right on it, and there's the wonderful option of turning off popups, but it's fucked my bookmarks over in a lovely way and the title of my blog looks real small. O_o hmmmm. Still better than MIE, but I need my MIE to look at my bookmarks. grrrr. <A HREF="Currently reading: The Silmarillion. Stopped reading Dragon Queenafter this illogical sentence: "He was dark, and yet fair at the same time with skin as fine as alabaster...""></a> </center> <script type="text/javascript">LinktoComments('Currently reading: The Silmarillion. Stopped reading Dragon Queenafter this illogical sentence: "He was dark, and yet fair at the same time with skin as fine as alabaster..."')</script> <noscript><a href="http://enetation.co.uk/comments.php?user=rtuko&commentid=Currently reading: The Silmarillion. Stopped reading Dragon Queenafter this illogical sentence: "He was dark, and yet fair at the same time with skin as fine as alabaster..."">Comment</a></noscript> Saturday, January 18, 2003 03:35 p.m. Bbora's word of the day: lather. Doesn't the sound of it just make you want to lick something? I remember watching "the Vagina Monologues" on HBO or something way back when I still had AT&T Broadband. The whole purpose of this show, for those of you who have never heard of it, is to glorify women, their travails, and... their vaginas. I actually rather liked the show. I thought it was a good depiction of normal women. I just hated the woman who created/does the show. She's talented, I give her that. She can act, and has amazing control over her voice. However, she's... well, not a particularly appealing-looking person and to see her describing women's orgasms and vaginas with relish, contorting her face in all sorts of grotesque ways (I suppose she thinks she's being expressive) makes me lose my appetite. For vaginas as well as food. Yeah. Total randomness. I know. And I know it's petty... lol <A HREF="Currently reading: The Dragon Queen (Alice Borchardt). Yes, still on a fantasy binge. Dunno how good it is; just started reading it."></a> </center> <script type="text/javascript">LinktoComments('Currently reading: The Dragon Queen (Alice Borchardt). Yes, still on a fantasy binge. Dunno how good it is; just started reading it.')</script> <noscript><a href="http://enetation.co.uk/comments.php?user=rtuko&commentid=Currently reading: The Dragon Queen (Alice Borchardt). Yes, still on a fantasy binge. Dunno how good it is; just started reading it.">Comment</a></noscript> Friday, January 17, 2003 09:56 p.m. Alex recently emailed me a snippet of a conversation he had with Drew, because he knew I'd love it. I found it hilarious, and somewhat jokingly replied back that I really, REALLY wanted to post it on my web journal. In a AIM conversation we had ten minutes later, he told me that I could go ahead and do it. I began to dither about having Drew's permission as well, not to mention the respective hernias Kalyan and Frank would probably have. Alex replied, "Do it now! Right fucking now! NOW!" and took all responsibility for any fallout (just cuz he likes to live a dangerous life). *grins* I'm holding you to that, Alex. So. Here I am. Presenting this to the world. *snicker* Please don't kill the messenger. P.S. "TheCynicalBastrd" is Alex. There's a lot of group in-jokes in here that I may or may not explain later. I'm not so sure you'd wanna know. ************ TheCynicalBastrd: we are learning about culturally based psychological disorders in my psych. anthro class TheCynicalBastrd: because there are different disorders in different cultures TheCynicalBastrd: in china BoozHound7: if this isn't about buggery i'm going to be dissapointed TheCynicalBastrd: they have a disorder where the man thinks his penis is retracting back into his body TheCynicalBastrd: and when it does, he will die TheCynicalBastrd: so when he gets an "attack", he basically grabs on and holds on for dear life TheCynicalBastrd: and they'll call for help from family members and such, telling them to help them hold on so it doesn't retract TheCynicalBastrd: that's kind of buggish, right? TheCynicalBastrd: hahaha BoozHound7: hahahaha BoozHound7: freako asians TheCynicalBastrd: seriously BoozHound7: what's the disordeer called? TheCynicalBastrd: I should ask my chinese professor if she has heard of it TheCynicalBastrd: heh heh TheCynicalBastrd: Koro BoozHound7: Koro BoozHound7: that's it? TheCynicalBastrd: yup TheCynicalBastrd: small name for a small... TheCynicalBastrd: anyway BoozHound7: heh heh TheCynicalBastrd: so yeah TheCynicalBastrd: maybe we now know what is eating Frank all the time TheCynicalBastrd: hahahahaha BoozHound7: hahahhaa BoozHound7: omg TheCynicalBastrd: hahahaha TheCynicalBastrd: See BoozHound7: if he grabbed his dick and yelled that it was beign sucked back in BoozHound7: hahahahahahhaha BoozHound7: rofl TheCynicalBastrd: HAHAHHAHA TheCynicalBastrd: See TheCynicalBastrd: I have discovered the roots of the enmity between Frank and Fats TheCynicalBastrd: (because this effects small children too) TheCynicalBastrd: back when they were in middle school together... TheCynicalBastrd: Frank shouts "help, Kalyan, help!!" BoozHound7: haha TheCynicalBastrd: it also explains a lot more further developments... it confused the hell out of Fats TheCynicalBastrd: leading to his confused sexuality today BoozHound7: and kalyan stuck it in his mouth rather than holding it? BoozHound7: oh ok TheCynicalBastrd: and that TheCynicalBastrd: hahahaha BoozHound7: hahahahha BoozHound7: both! TheCynicalBastrd: HAHAHHA TheCynicalBastrd: oh god TheCynicalBastrd: we have to send this theory t Kalyan TheCynicalBastrd: hahahahah BoozHound7: lol TheCynicalBastrd: come on TheCynicalBastrd: doesn't it explain a lot!!! TheCynicalBastrd: ?? TheCynicalBastrd: and basically Frank enjoyed it, and hence queered for life BoozHound7: haha BoozHound7: no no no BoozHound7: because kalyan didn't hold onto it BoozHound7: for frank his penis retracted BoozHound7: thus leading to his irrational hate for kalyan BoozHound7: for 'losing him his own penis' TheCynicalBastrd: hahahaha TheCynicalBastrd: well, that explains the love/hate then BoozHound7: and kalyan hates frank for telling him that he gives lousy head TheCynicalBastrd: hahahaha TheCynicalBastrd: tarnished in middle school TheCynicalBastrd: hahahahhaa TheCynicalBastrd: maybe that explains the feminization of Frank too BoozHound7: he now thinks he has a semi-gina BoozHound7: ? TheCynicalBastrd: and the weight of it is a too much for Kalyan, which is why he cries so much TheCynicalBastrd: the destruction of the Twin Towers? Two giant phalluses? Reminds him of how he failed Frank BoozHound7: lol TheCynicalBastrd: so he cried and called everyone up *grins* I miss my English professor from last quarter. In my years at college, I feel that I have not learned much; there is a difference between memorizing facts, regurgitating them for exams and learning to think and analyze. High school is for memorization. The only class in which I felt I was learning college material was that English class. Not the subject material, mind you; as I've said in a previous post I already knew how to write an essay since high school (though, my prof taught me that every topic sentence needs to reflect the thesis...which I'd known, but chosen to ignore on my first essay cuz, I figured, for artistic license. He disabused me of that notion with a flat B- and a note that his class was /not/ a creative writing class) but my professor actually taught us to think about and analyze current political issues and the world around us, as well as writing and analyzing English literature. I'm maintaining an email correspondence with him now; he is also the first professor of whom I'm interested in making my mentor (perhaps for grad school recommendations??). It's about time; I had been wondering if people just dug professor mentors out of their asses or just made them up.... <A HREF="Currently reading: Finished Red Tent (VERY good, very women's lit); am trying to decide what to read next">*ahem* *drumroll*</a> </center> <script type="text/javascript">LinktoComments('Currently reading: Finished Red Tent (VERY good, very women's lit); am trying to decide what to read next')</script> <noscript><a href="http://enetation.co.uk/comments.php?user=rtuko&commentid=Currently reading: Finished Red Tent (VERY good, very women's lit); am trying to decide what to read next">Comment</a></noscript> Thursday, January 16, 2003 04:22 p.m. I went to the library today, and as Cindy would say, I made off like a fucking bandit. XD The library has this used book section in which they sell their old books. So, I bought a crapload of books for a fistful of change--two dollars in quarters and dimes and nickels, to be exact. Among the books I got include: Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen, Tess d'Urbervilles by Thomas Hardy, The Magician's Nephew by C.S. Lewis, and an Aa Megami-sama manga. HEEHEEHEE! In addition to that I borrowed lotsa books as well, so I'll be as happy as a pig in shit for at least a month. I would underline the titles of the books, as I properly should, but it's just a pain in the ass to put in the underline tags so I'll just forego the honor... <A HREF="Currently reading: Red Tent (Anita Diamant), The Silmarillion (JRR Tolkien)">Gotta go to the library more often...</a> </center> <script type="text/javascript">LinktoComments('Currently reading: Red Tent (Anita Diamant), The Silmarillion (JRR Tolkien)')</script> <noscript><a href="http://enetation.co.uk/comments.php?user=rtuko&commentid=Currently reading: Red Tent (Anita Diamant), The Silmarillion (JRR Tolkien)">Comment</a></noscript> Wednesday, January 15, 2003 07:47 p.m. ^_______^ Well. We found him. Minh came home and discovered him lurking under his computer table. We'd checked under there (and everywhere else) last night. So, I don't know where the hell he's been all night, but I suppose after a while the turtle figured that he ought to be gettin' back. He just stared at me blankly as I yelled at him, and I get the feeling that he hasn't learned his lesson... But I am definitely going to close the door to my room from now on whenever I leave. ... ... And do something about the low walls of the tank.... Dunno what I'm going to do with two copies of LotR. I'll probably lend one out... or keep one in case I lose the other under the bed again. I'm having a problem with the lines on this journal. All the entries are supposed to be bounded on the left and the right with pale green lines; while on Minh's computer they appear, on my computer they don't (or, at least, they appear at times, and then disappear). Do you guys see the lines or not? I've checked all my HTML and the lines have always appeared before now. Maybe I just have an outdated version of MIE? Am reading The Silmarillion now. (Got that and Tale of Genji XD yesterday at B&N, am very happy.) The writing is beautiful, and grips me in a way that very few books do. I am reading this book very slowly as to savor every word; usually I speed-read. I can definitely see why Tolkien considered this his ultimate work. Let me give you an example of his writing: "But the other Ainur looked upon this habitation set within the vast spaces of the World, which the Elves call Arda, the Earth; and their hearts rejoiced in light, and their eyes beholding many colours were filled with gladness; but because of the roaring of the sea they felt a great unquiet. And they observed the winds and the air, and the matter of which Arda was made, of iron and stone and silver and many substances: but of all these water they most greatly praised. And it is said by the Eldar that in water there lives yet the echo of the Music of the Ainur more than in any substance else that is in this Earth; and many of the Children of Iluvatar hearken sitll unsated to the voices of the Sea, and yet know not for what they listen." <A HREF="Currently reading: The Silmarillion (JRR Tolkien)">*whew*</a> </center> <script type="text/javascript">LinktoComments('Currently reading: The Silmarillion (JRR Tolkien)')</script> <noscript><a href="http://enetation.co.uk/comments.php?user=rtuko&commentid=Currently reading: The Silmarillion (JRR Tolkien)">Comment</a></noscript> Tuesday, January 14, 2003 10:05 p.m. I have bad news. My turtle, the red-eared one named Lucky, escaped. And I don't know where the fuck he is. *Sigh* Stupid turtle. And if the door to my room was closed, it wouldn't be hard to find him. However, it /was/ open, so the whole apartment is fair game; and we don't know if someone left the outside door open and he just waltzed out the door. It's a pretty small apartment, and we've searched all the little dark nooks and crannies that we can find, but no turtle. And if he's outside, he's good as gone; and if he's inside but stuck someplace and we don't find him very very soon, he'll die. He /is/ a water turtle, and they don't do well for very long outside of water. ;_; And I really, REALLY don't want to find a turtle corpse somewhere in my apt when I'm cleaning. *cries* Well... the silver lining is... while frantically ransacking the apt for missing turtle, I found my LotR book. It was under the bed. <A HREF="">APB out on missing turtle...</a> </center> <script type="text/javascript">LinktoComments('')</script> <noscript><a href="http://enetation.co.uk/comments.php?user=rtuko&commentid=">Comment</a></noscript> Tuesday, January 14, 2003 09:35 a.m. Every time I open a box of candy I open it from the wrong end. I never discover the end with the convenient tab so I can reclose it until /after/ I've opened the wrong end. It's a conspiracy, I tell you. *glares at her Sweettarts* <A HREF=""></a> </center> <script type="text/javascript">LinktoComments('')</script> <noscript><a href="http://enetation.co.uk/comments.php?user=rtuko&commentid=">Comment</a></noscript> Monday, January 13, 2003 09:50 p.m. *nearly pees herself* I have DSL!! I have internet on my computer!! OMG!! *hyperventilates* I haven't had internet on my computer since UC Davis! <A HREF=""></a> </center> <script type="text/javascript">LinktoComments('')</script> <noscript><a href="http://enetation.co.uk/comments.php?user=rtuko&commentid=">Comment</a></noscript> Sunday, January 12, 2003 08:53 a.m. I'm hungry... I gave my last Pop-Tart to this kid who said he was hungry, and had asked me if he could eat this cookie that was lying on a table. O_o I didn't know whose cookie it was or how long it had been there, so since I didn't want him eating any strange food that just happened to be lying around, I just gave him my breakfast. S'okay, though... I have crackers left over from yesterday and my bottled Nesquik strawberry milk. Yummmmm! ^_^ I wanna go see Two Towers again. Oh, and changed the title of this journal again... "Pensieve", though I liked it, didn't really describe this page all that well, since I don't spend a lot of time using this page as a forum for many serious issues. *shrugs* *grins* I think the title now describes it more accurately, eh? Funny, pitas seems to be a day ahead; I have to keep adjusting the date. It thinks today is Monday. <A HREF=""></a> </center> <script type="text/javascript">LinktoComments('')</script> <noscript><a href="http://enetation.co.uk/comments.php?user=rtuko&commentid=">Comment</a></noscript> Saturday, January 11, 2003 01:11 p.m. Argh, so tired. This morning I drank about four cups of coffee (I drank one on my own, and then some chick came in with breakfast for my friend in the fitness department who she apparently has a crush on, but unfortunately he'd left by then, so she went away disappointed--but not before giving me his breakfast; a nummy apple turnover, and this HUGE container of coffee...) so for the whole morning I was "WHEEEEEEEEEEE!" but now, I've crashed off my caffeine high and I'm really sleepy. ....actually, my head's telling me that I'm sleepy, but my body is really hyper and twitchy. O_o ehehehehehehe. You can kinda tell that I'm not used to drinking coffee. hahahahahhahahahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa weuoiejrioew! aewoekeicktieslekitneclalkmlkei! iweiorewiew! HEE! hehehehehehehehehee Hehehe <A HREF=""></a> </center> <script type="text/javascript">LinktoComments('')</script> <noscript><a href="http://enetation.co.uk/comments.php?user=rtuko&commentid=">Comment</a></noscript> Friday, January 10, 2003 06:07 p.m. Daniel W. "RiM" was here. I am the supreme lord of the Y. Bbora (pshh) spends all day talking about Uruk-hai orgies. MASSIVE URUK-HAI ORGIES. And why do I get the feeling that she might be a lesbian. Damn, her mind is filled with sick god-less EVIL stuff! I mean she has already admitted that I/ boys am superior to her/girls in every way, shape and form. OUCH!...she just did this wierd pressure point thsi on my arms! It kinda hurts. LONG live the anti-Legolas league -Dan P.S. This would have been funner to write if Bbora had NOT been looking over my shoulder the whole time. <Blast>! Ha! Daniel's just bitter that I nearly broke his mind when I told him sami-p's Uruk-hai orgy idea (/Why/ are they so winded? heeheehee). I can hardly wait to go to see the Two Towers with him. I might be able to reduce him to a blubbering pulp by the end. XD <A HREF=""></a> </center> <script type="text/javascript">LinktoComments('')</script> <noscript><a href="http://enetation.co.uk/comments.php?user=rtuko&commentid=">Comment</a></noscript> Thursday, January 9, 2003 09:33 p.m. Just started new quarter at college. Am taking Japanese 1. Don't remember much just yet (been only 1 week!) but know enough to start poking through my doujin. Only learned the vowels and the first three consonants of the Japanese alphabet (hiragana? katakana? the phonetic one, anyhow) but is enough to pick out words in the djs. ...Mostly variations of 'Aa', ie 'Aaaaa!!!' or 'Uhhhh' or 'Aa?' *evil grin* Stupid Bush and his 'economic stimulus' plan. What economic stimulus? Giving a tax break to the people who earn revenue on stocks isn't stimulus. Only 8% of the American populace own stock, and those tend to be the rich. And how many of them made money in the last year? Another example of Bush completely missing the point. And oh--if we're gonna get into a war, and government revenue is cut by tax cuts, where's the money gonna come from to pay for the war(s)? Anyway.... Oh! Some people expressed to me concerns regarding that comment by Jim in the previous post. Rest assured that he was only joking. *L* We spend our days playing Bejeweled and Collapse tournaments; my typing on the computer doesn't bother him, as long as I don't get caught by any other supervisors. Damn! Everyone's graduating on time! Most of my friends have graduated or are graduating this year or next year. I'm two years behind them, am still a junior and transferring. I AM one year younger than most of them, but that's still not an excuse. Will prolly be in school longer than the traditional 4-5, since am planning on doing double major--Art History and English, then do some Peace Corps and then grad school up to PhD. Jesus Christ, will be in school FOREVER! Yeah, cuz after I get a masters/PhD I will... become a professor. Yay, college for the rest of my life. hehehehee. Not a bad deal. I WILL HAVE THE POWERRR! And I'll be sure to fail your children... bwahahah. Since I'm in the Japanese "Let's translate!" mood, I decided to start translating the Korean manga "I Wish" that Cindy gave me for Xmas. *Grins* If I can't speak Korean, I figger that I should prolly be able to read/write it, so I won't be too screwed if I ever wind up in Korea again, so at least I can pretend to be deaf-mute and write out questions in Korean (and squeeze out a tear or two) to make my way around. So I translated the first page, after tripping over a couple of strange-ass characters cuz Korean apparently has some funky rules about what to put where and what those sound like when put in a certain place. My Korean 1 book and my dictionary calls em 'Patchims', which makes them sound like evil little gnomes, which they are. But the rest of the words were more or less familiar (since I haven't really heard Korean spoken to me in any lengthy duration since high school) and so I think I know what's going on so far. First page seemed rather angsty, so I managed to gather that her mother, father and brother got on a plane.... and something something, and after that I will assume that the plane exploded, since there's a nice picture on the next page of a plane blowing up. I stopped after that; my head hurt too much and I'd taken forty minutes to translate four sentences. I'll do another page tomorrow. Slowly but surely, I can become a deaf-mute in Korea! <A HREF=""></a> </center> <script type="text/javascript">LinktoComments('')</script> <noscript><a href="http://enetation.co.uk/comments.php?user=rtuko&commentid=">Comment</a></noscript> Monday, January 6, 2003 07:39 p.m. *V-sign* Of course! And btw, Kalyan, you are /so/ not a Raver Bear... *LOL* I bet you lied your ass off! :P <a href="http://quizilla.com/users/londonbelow/quizzes/Which%20Dysfunctional%20Care%20Bear%20Are%20You%3F/"><img src="http://images.quizilla.com/L/londonbelow/1038911106_rraverbear.jpg" border="0" alt="Raver%20Bear"> Which Dysfunctional Care Bear Are You?</a> brought to you by <a href="http://quizilla.com">Quizilla</a> <A HREF=""></a> </center> <script type="text/javascript">LinktoComments('')</script> <noscript><a href="http://enetation.co.uk/comments.php?user=rtuko&commentid=">Comment</a></noscript> Sunday, January 5, 2003 10:32 a.m. ^_____^ The day after I wrote that I wished that I could watch LotR with Cindy, she called me up and told me that she was driving up that day to spend the weekend with her family. So we did watch LotR together! XD I think we annoyed people around us immensely, because throughout the whole movie we couldn't stop snickering. Cindy's right; Legolas is one sexy elf bitch (we think he's got really nice legs XD), Eomer and Theodred are definitely doing it, and Eomer does have very white teeth (Theoden's whole family has very white teeth, unlike the rest of the Men, so it might be a genetic thing, or a toothbrush is the heirloom that's passed from generation to generation). I bet they glow in the dark. And we collapsed into giggles every time Legolas and Aragorn looked like they were about to smooch. *grins* We did spend a lot of time chanting "Kiss! Kiss!" under our breaths, to the irritation of people around us. And Frodo is such a wussy bitch. (And yeah, of /course/ he's "your Sam".) And another thing we agreed on: Men are dirt magnets. There was one scene where Aragorn is talking to Arwen; when he's lying on the couch he's clean. The next scene, when he gets up and embraces her, he's got dirty fingernails and smudges of dirt on his neck! In the battle scene, all the Men are understandably grimy, but the Elves, while sweaty, are clean. When Aragorn falls into the river, Cindy pointed out, you'd think that he'd come out cleaner! But he didn't. If anything, he was dirtier. Then afterwards we went out to dinner and had a nice, long talk. We haven't had one of those in a long time, and I'd missed it. ^_^ Minh came home on Friday, not Saturday. I'm glad he's back. Even though I got a lot of FFX done, it doesn't replace a living person to talk to and cuddle. ^_^ I'm sooo addicted to blitzball now. After a bunch of experimenting with the players and their positions (and losing quite a bit) I've finally figured out a winning combination (mostly, by getting rid of Letty, and picking up the first free blitzball agent I could find, which wound up being the shop girl *grins* who, unlike Letty, has the stats to pull her own weight) and started winning. XD I like having the girl, too, just because there was way too much testosterone on the team; there's nothing like a girl to add some balance. I can't stop playing blitzball. Thankfully, each game only lasts fifteen minutes or so, so I can actually stop when I have to instead of running around the world map for hours looking for a save point. I looked a little ahead in my walkthrough and discovered something unpleasant: Seymour comes back! Goddamn it! Why can't he stay dead? He's more annoying than Sephiroth. Sephiroth was at least entertaining, with his "I want to destroy the world because I had a fucked up childhood and I feel like it" unlike Seymour's more philosophical (but still wacko) "I wanna kill everybody because living is suffering, and...Sorry to butt in but my name is jim and i work with bbora. So have pity on me. Ever since i started working here she has been on this computer every weekend day. Why she sits here and types all day long i have no idea. But it is really distracting her from her work. So if you would all please stop reading this and encouraging her to keep this silly thing up!!! thanks and have a great day.... *eyes Jim* Hijacker. But anyway. Seymour has that "Life is suffering, Death is gonna happen anyway and is happiness, so I'll kill everyone because I want to make them happy." O_o ...Well, I guess it's better than Seifer's "I got Squall's dick up my ass and I don't like it so I'll go around and try to kill him (or, make him admit that he's my bitch) and oh, I'm being controlled by this witch...(stupid bitch)..." <A HREF="">The other /other/ white meat, aka Legolas</a> </center> <script type="text/javascript">LinktoComments('')</script> <noscript><a href="http://enetation.co.uk/comments.php?user=rtuko&commentid=">Comment</a></noscript> Friday, January 3, 2003 01:21 a.m. Called my mom yesterday to wish her a Happy New Year's. I was bright and cheery, and after I extended my holiday wishes, she just said frostily, "Is that all you called to say?" Yeah, I know, mom, you want an apology, but you ain't getting one. But I did maintain my temper, stayed civil, and switched the subject. The art of remembering to be civil to her all the time, however, is a very hard lesson to learn. I don't think I've gone a whole month without arguing with her since I was thirteen. My mom and I would be such a typical Amy Tan story... My mom laments that something happened to me when I was twelve and my personality did a complete 180 from her loving, obedient daughter to someone she doesn't recognize. I guess I don't blame her; I change my mind so often most days I don't recognize myself. (Mostly, I alternate between a total grouch/cynic or insanely perky.) O_O ...I am so uncontrolled when I don't have someone living in the same household as me (ie, family or bf) to tell me to go eat/sleep/do something else. Yesterday Minh left to go snowboarding again (*snerk* this time, with his cousins, and I wish him better luck), and will be back Saturday. I spent all day yesterday playing FFX. I didn't eat, I didn't take a shower; I played from 10am until 2 in the morning. Today I played from 2pm til about...10pm. Tomorrow, I gotta work at 1:30, but I got plans to wake up early and play some more. This is the best diet ever--I just play video games that require both hands on the controller; I damn well can't eat while playing, right? And when I need a break from stressing over the sphere grid (I'm so advanced they know most of the spells, except I'm blocked by Lvl 4 spheres, cuz I'm not far enough in the game to start getting them in any quantity) and bitching over redundant Cloister of Trials, I go and read books or write a little. Life is good. ^___^ And a perk--I finally killed that annoying bitch Seymour. Whoops, was that a spoiler? Today morning I had to babysit Minh's brothers. They're entertaining (heehee, I have plans of making fun of Matthew when he's 16 in front of his girlfriend by reminding him of the time he got stuck in the toilet when he was a kid...) but arghhh! Have you ever watched Ocean's Eleven? The twin brothers who bicker all the fucking time? Yeah, that was my whole morning: "Don't touch that!" "I didn't!" "I just saw you! You put your finger on it!" "You're a liar!" "No, /you/ are!" "No, /you/ are!" "Hey! Give that back!" "No! I wanna play with it!" "You're a stupid, Peter!" I usually find it more or less amusing (because it's like watching a train wreck-about-to-happen) and I usually let it go on for a bit because 1. if I stop them, they'll just start again in 5 minutes, and 2. although in childcare I have to pretend to care and make sure kids are being all loving and googly with each other, the reality is, that's just the way it is. Kids will not learn how to get along in society if adults are constantly swooping down and cooing over their little booboos when someone's just made a mean remark. In the real world, as adults, they will have to learn to get over it or defend themselves. "Raising children right", as much as no one, especially in childcare, wants to admit, is all about teaching children how to conform to society. So a kid who goes about hitting others to get something he wants doesn't conform to society, so it's every adult's job to train the child as quickly as possible that hitting is not okay. Bullying is not okay, stealing is not okay, etc etc. American child-bearing is very interventionist; I on the other hand, lean more towards the Japanese style--when two children have a conflict, the adult stands aside and watches (to make sure things don't get out of hand) at least at first, and lets the kids work it out on their own. You'd be amazed how well that works. But yeah, while I'm at work I gotta pretend and make all the appropriate noises and say the same old crap that my boss expects me to say. Whatever. But yeah. After thirty minutes of /that/, I separated them, and had peace for fifteen minutes. Gave them back to their mom ASAP. Tomorrow morning, they're the problem of Minh's cousin, Duc. *Grins* He hates it when I tell him he looks like the Amazing Yen. Ocean's Eleven, gotta love it. Gotta be nice to him tomorrow tho; he might give me the kids. O_O I reread the Fellowship of the Ring, and read Boromir's parts a little more closely than I had when I read the book the first time. (It's amazing what you discover when you reread books.) But anyway, I suppose the perv idea got planted in my brain by "Cassandra's Secret Diaries" but Boromir's wack obsession with Frodo can be taken waaaaaaaay out of context. (Ring? Sure it is.) *LOL* I know, it's heresy to think that of the best fantasy book ever written, etc, but dude, the girl had a point. *LMAO* And Cindy's got this hilarious idea that Eomer and Theodred had a thing (this is movieverse only, keep in mind) *LMAO* because of certain anguished looks when Theodred was dying. I gotta watch this movie again, preferably with Cindy. Watching it with Minh isn't quite the same when I start laughing over strange innuendoes, because he'll just put on that long-suffering "I'm not going to say anything and I'll let you keep thinking that because you're my girlfriend and I love you and I don't want you mad at me so I don't have to sleep on the floor tonight" look and not say anything. I did something funky to my shoulder--it hurts like a bitch! It's like a cramp and is located exactly on that one spot on my shoulder blade that I can't reach. I can't stand up straight, so I've been going around all day hunched over like an evil little crone, bwahaha. I could really use a massage, but bf is off wanking around in the snow. grrr. *Grins* Serves me right for hunching over for two days straight playing FFX. *drool* I wub my PS2. Damn, I always love Ruaki's art at her website, <a href="http://valhalla.morethanart.org/w2180/index.htm">Valhalla</a>. Though I haven't talked to her in over a year, she's only gotten better. It does make me sort of sad and jealous (more sad, nowadays; I've mostly gotten over my insane fits of jealousy over art/game/writing now) because I know I'll never be as good... Not that I really try at the art thing anymore; I've accepted that I'm not that good at it, and stick more to writing now (though I haven't finished or posted anything in ages). (Later, 2:00am.) I think my PS2 is pissed at me for playing too long. It's staring at me. Sitting there all sleek and black and smug.... @_@ I've /got/ to get some sleep. <A HREF=""></a> </center> <script type="text/javascript">LinktoComments('')</script> <noscript><a href="http://enetation.co.uk/comments.php?user=rtuko&commentid=">Comment</a></noscript> <hr> <center> Journal Entry Archives: :~: <a href="http://web.pitas.com/rtuko/pitasblog2.html">1/01/03-11/17/02</a> :~: <a href="http://web.pitas.com/rtuko/pitasblog.html">11/17/03-06/24/02</a> :~: </center> </td> </table> <a href="index.html" target="_top">>>Home<<</a> </BODY></HTML>