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Tuesday, April 8, 2003 09:34 a.m. Yeah, it's a new look. Only a temporary template, I assure you, until I can get my HTML and Photoshop skills back... Rather boring... I would like to put an anime chara or something in the background and make it look cool like that... except, I don't really have a /favorite/...or at least, one that I want to be looking at everyday. Oh, and the links... hmmm. Saturday, April 5, 2003 11:03 p.m. I PASSED! I GOT A C IN THAT TRIG CLASS! WOOHOO! *ahem* Okay. *chortle* Wow, that was by the skin of my teeth. Am very, very happy. Only thing that can make me happier is if Well. Let's see. I'm off to return home tomorrow. So what've I been up to? Let's summarize: 1. Drove down to LA. Did 70mph halfway there to save gas until I lost patience and started doing 90. 2. Arrived at Cindy's. Hung out with Steve. Ate a lot. Met up with Cindy n Sam later. 3. Ate some more. Slept really late. Ate some more. 4. Went to a whole bunch of places, including Venice Beach and the Huntington Library grounds. Will have photos later. 5. Discovered and read most of Cindy's manga collection. 6. Ate some more. 7. Off to visit Alex! Approx. 45 minutes away down in Irvine. 8. Have discovered and read most of Alex's graphic novel collection. 9. Gossiped about the group. Bwahaha. 10. Alex is faster than me in swimming. Grrr. 11. Went shopping for Minh's b-day gift. No luck. Augh. 12. The city of Irvine is /really/ boring. *grins* If I get into UCI, I think I'll be spending a lot of time in LA. That's it... and oh, watched Michael Moore (haha, he got 2001 presidential candidate Alan Keyes to body-surf in a mosh-pit!) and the cannibal movie Ravenous. Alex loves it. Hmm. I won't be seeing Sam for six months, as she is doing a stint teaching English in China. Am very sad. I don't want to go back to work, but I have to. Augh. Tuesday, April 1, 2003 08:17 p.m. Am still in LA. Doing nothing. Went to Venice Beach today and discovered Taco Tuesdays. Not doing much and being fed too well leads to Bbora feeling like an overweight panda. hhm. Irvine tomorrow. Must remember to call Alex. ...and must remember to use Cindy's Gameshark to beat snarkin' lightning dodges and ho-bag chocobo trainer races. Grrr. Sunday, March 30, 2003 08:05 p.m. hey! Am in LA right now...doing absolutely nothing. Which is the point of the whole thing, I suppose. Lately I've been sleeping until 10am, which is /very/ unlike me (but it's nice to be able to do so now if I want to), but what can you do when you're with friends who absolutely can't wake up before 12? On Wed I will drive down to visit Alex. Have no clue what I'm gonna do then, either, but hey, when on vacation, the motto 'que sera, sera' is just fine with me. ^___^ But I still have my phone w/ me so you guys can call me, nevertheless. Thursday, March 27, 2003 07:39 p.m. (later) Oh, damn. I think I completely failed the final. It's mostly my fault... half the test wound up being trig identity problems, and me, sucky at algebra as ever (though I've improved somewhat through sheer effort during the quarter) didn't spend as much time on that section of the book as I should have...since my teacher said that she'd focus on the later, more recent half of the book (lies), so I spent most of my time studying the /other/ 7 chapters, and a little bit on identities. Trignometric identities suck DONKEY COCK, if you didn't know yet. *ahem* *sigh* I might have to take the class again... my midterm scores had been slowly improving over the quarter and if left as they were, would have gotten me a C... but with the final added in, probably will push me to a D. I don't have time to retake this class again, as I'm transferring soon... Oh well. I'm not going to spend my vacation worrying about something I can't control any longer. I'll send off an email to my teacher asking for my grade, and worry about things when she replies. Thursday, March 27, 2003 12:54 p.m. Aaaah. In thirty minutes I've got to go to school and take my math final. I should be studying right now, but I studied until 11pm yesterday at a 24hr donut shop...and after three years in college I've learned that what you cram an hour before a test will be the first thing you'll forget...unless you program it into your TI-86. So, right now, I'm unwinding a little before the final crunch, because in addition to the latter lesson, I've also learned that nothing'll fuck up a test more than stressing too much and sleeping and eating too little. I did pretty well on my other two finals, I believe. I got rather snippy at the end of my Japanese final because it was right after my Art Hist final... which makes for a /long/ day, and my teacher had put questions like, "Shiken ga doo deshita ka?" (How was the test?), meant to analyze how well you can formulate sentences on your own. I put things like, "It wasn't too difficult, but I could use a beer." At least in the oral part I didn't end every sentence I said with 'de gozaru' and 'no da'. And after this, spring break'll start! Yay! Too bad it doesn't coincide with any other college's spring breaks, cuz apparently they don't want a bunch of drunken college students rioting in the streets all at the same time. On Friday morning I'm going to drive down to LA and visit Sam and Cindy, then on the following Wednesday I'll drive down to Irvine to visit Alex and maybe drive around some more and hassle friends attending UCLA and UCSD. XD And then, I'll be back on April 6, in time for the quarter starting again and Minh's b-day. Thankfully, the tuition hasn't gone up yet, so I could take classes I like, so I'm taking East Asian Art History, Arts 2C (Renaissance/Baroque), and Japanese 2. I've needed this vacation in a very bad way for a long time, so I'm very excited. Monday, March 24, 2003 08:27 p.m. Oh, more stories of crazy swimmers. Was lifeguarding on the lap swim side. Was /very/ tired and /very/ cranky because coworkers had gone AWOL on thier fifteen minute breaks... 30 minutes ago, and I couldn't leave to go look for them. There are three lap lanes, and they are divided into three speeds-slow, medium, fast. Now, I know what you're thinking... fast, whoa, must have fast people in it. No. Fast lane swimmers? Think Olympic swimmers. Divide their speed by half. Divide that speed by half again. And then break their arms. That's fast for the YMCA swimmers. Now, the issue isn't with the fast lane swimmers, because as this slowness is pretty standard so one just has to grit one's teeth and pretend that one doesn't want to rip their hair out watching them. But it sorta goes to show just how slow a person has to go for people to notice. I'm talking about the /medium/ lane. Divide 'fast' swimmers' speeds by half again. And then, there's snorkel guy. Snorkel guy is old, has an ancient snorkel attached to his face because he can't be bothered to lift his head to breathe, I suppose... and is trudging along doing the front crawl. With three other swimmers backed up behind him. He belongs... in the slow lane. The slow lane is consigned to the beginner swimmers or swimmers who swim like they have no muscles in their body, do one lap, and pause to rest for five minutes. It was like watching an old guy driving at 40 mph in the fast lane on the highway, with cars piling up behind him, honking, and he still doesn't get the hint to move his skinny ass over. So. I went over and asked him to move over 'to a lane more appropriate to his speed' aka the slow lane, but more nicely put. He looked offended, sputtered, and said in a loud voice, "I think you're mistaken! I'm going pretty fast!" I pointed out to him that the other people were going faster than he was. He pointed at one lady doing the breaststroke and told me, "I don't know what you're observing, but I'm going at least as fast as her!" I barely restrained the urge to go *KAPOW* ...Breaststroke is much, much slower than the front crawl, so it kind of tells you how slow this guy was going. I didn't bother arguing with him, but again told him that he needed to move over. He was looking very offended by then, but said okay. When I turned to scan the rest of the pool, he made a motion like he was going to continue swimming again! I turned and gave him a glare. He started protesting again! *sighs* Well... I let him stay. *snort* I threatened to kick him out for sure if he didn't speed up a bit. And wonder of wonders, he did. Fortunately the guy with the stick up his ass about dirty privates didn't show, or I mighta seriously whacked someone. ...It's actually pretty funny to think on it now. lol Jesus, I should write a book about all the crazy people the aquatics staff has had to deal with over the years. *snerk* Saturday, March 22, 2003 09:03 p.m. I support the demonstrators in SF. While the media is protraying it all as a big circus of crazy people, I have great sympathy for them--it takes a great deal of dedication to spend days protesting, with no guarantee that the government will even pay attention, through police brutality and arrests, for however long this war lasts (which may last a /long/ time). Of /course/ the protests are inconvenient, which the local news networks keeps harping on. They have to be enough of a nuisance and make a big enough statement (by shutting down the financial district) to make the right people take notice. Protesting in a way that's convenient for everyone also makes it convenient for people to ignore them. My friend IM'ed me the other day and referred to the demonstrators as 'hippies'. He offended me so much I couldn't even reply. *snort* Great, on tv they're also showing a pro-war gathering... and they're burning the French flag. Lovely. So basically no one in the world has the right to disagree with Bush? *irritated* Also, people keep making a distinction that 'supporting the troops' means one is pro-war, and vice versa. Why not support the troops by not shipping them off to get killed? I have several friends going to the military right now; I'd prefer them whole. Right, no ranting... no ranting. *deep breath* Friday, March 21, 2003 07:27 a.m. *doooooze* I was supposed to go swimming this morning, and Minh called to wake me up and everything... but I overslept anyway. I swear my exercising commitment has not faded! I'm just... erm... studying for finals. Yes. While playing my various PS2 games (and I gotta hurry up with them, since I have to return LotR: TT and Vice City and Kingdom Hearts eventually XD) I was poking around on my desktop and rediscovered an old favorite: X-Com UFO Defense. Oooooold school! It came out in '94 and has a warning that it might not work well on comps with less than 20 mb RAM, to give you an idea how old this is. HAHA! It's one of the first computer games I ever played! And it still rocks house. It's a strategy game, and the point of it is to build yourself an army and bases all over the world and research new technologies to fight off an alien force set to invade Earth. And you can play actual real-time battles, and shoot down UFOs... jeez, I'd almost forgotten that older games, though not quite as prettily CG'ed, can be just as addictive and fun as current games. If you want to try this game, contact me on AIM--I can send it to you. The thing's only about 8 mb. And it's nice that I can play it and do other stuff on Windows as well without having it suck up all the RAM (*cough*The Sims*cough*) and crash. First casualties of the war aren't because of the Iraqis, but because of American mistake. Ironic. /Not/ going to rant or say much on the war, because what's the point? Bush (and Blair) has already proven that he doesn't care what his people think. Can only hope that it ends soon, not too many people die (of st00pid mistakes or otherwise), and that N. Korea doesn't take this opportunity of a distracted America to try anything dumb. Because if they do something dumb, who knows what our even dumber president will do. Monday, March 17, 2003 08:27 p.m. Hmmm. I just explained to Matthew why 'hell' is a bad word. I explained about Christians, and about heaven and hell and why 'hell' is considered an obscene word because of its connotations of evil and how telling someone to go to hell is wrong, because you are wishing evil on another person, which is never okay. He understood, then sat and cogitated on it for a moment. Then he asked, "What if I tell people I hope they don't go to heaven /or/ hell?" o_< *LOL* The ensuing theological discussion was...mind-bending. Kids are all sorts of things, but never boring. The time he asked Minh why 'fuck' was a bad word was highly entertaining, because I got to watch Minh try to sort out and censor several explanations. He settled for "Because it is." I woulda just told him... I figure if kids are old enough to ask, they're old enough to know. Oh well. *grins* Although, a year or so ago, I had to mediate an argument between a Jewish kindergartener and a Christian kinder about whether Jesus was real or not. /That/ was very fun. Sunday, March 16, 2003 10:09 a.m. I've discovered that being 'pleasantly drunk' is rather like being high--except you have issues with standing. That wedding party was, if not fun, but at least good. See, apparently in Chinese-style weddings, the guests don't buy stuff off bridal registries like toasters and dishes as gifts-- they give the bride and groom money. And the minimum amount to give is 0. 0 x 300 guests. O_o So, they can give much more lavish weddings than, say, a couple who has to pay for the ,000+ bash by themselves. Oh, man, the food was good. The reception was held at the most expensive Chinese seafood restaurant in San Jose. Ooooh. *drools* Too bad I didn't eat a lot of it because before the food came out we discovered a bottle of 40% really good cognac on the table. I drank a glassful and ten minutes later discovered that I was nicely shitfaced. So, when the food did come out, I could only vaguely recognize that there was food in front of me and take a few bites, but I was too preoccupied...staring into space. Since I was used to either being completely sober or completely the-toilet-is-my-best-friend drunk, being in between was a new experience. Eh, I'm not really hungover...just a little queasy. I haven't gotten drunk in two years...I didn't know I could anymore. Friday, March 14, 2003 10:52 p.m. Augh. Am all banana'ed out. ...Can't stop eating them. ...Perhaps if I had any other fruit around...? Like apples? I have oranges, but there's something about the texture that I've a fixation on now. Hmmm. I sound real pervy. Heh. Well, it's a good thing, I suppose. Living on fruit and water (as opposed to rice and soy sauce and various versions of ramen) is much more appropriate for my new, more-exercise lifestyle. Please may it last. Well, I began my lifeguarding re-certification. It's rather comforting how all this is nothing new! I was so afraid that I'd forgotten a technique or something, but I still remember everything! Pretty amazing considering that the last time I saw any of this was three years ago. Ummm... and I went to Master's Swim (It's like a... eh, club? class? for advanced swim adults)at Minh's YMCA at 7 this morning... and he is a /hard/ teacher. O_O Am pooped. Not to mention, I had to get back in the water later to do my lifeguarding prerequisites--which involve 500 yards of various strokes and 2 min of treading water, no hands--which is really easy, but by that time I was running on adrenaline and bananas. Tomorrow will be much more interesting--I have to go to a staff meeting at 7:30 a.m., then work, re-cert some more, and then there's a staff pool party in which we can completely break all the rules and do stupid-ass shit on the water slide, just because we're lifeguards and take great joy in breaking the rules that we're so hard-ass about not letting anyone else break. (Insert evil Jedi laugh here.) But oh-- *sigh* I might not be able to go because I'd promised to go to the wedding dinner of Minh's friend's sister. I don't particularly understand the logic of weddings--if I get married, I'm only inviting my family and friends, not people I barely know. But... anyhow. Sorry that this entry (or any of the more recent ones) really doesn't have anything particularly meaty, insightful, or meaningful... random thoughts come as they may, and vary in quality. Though I could share with you my nightmare the other night where I found a green turtle on a ocean liner, but realized in time that I shouldn't chuck it into the ocean because it's not a water turtle, much less a seaturtle.... and then the ship got sunk by a whale. O_o Thursday, March 13, 2003 (later) 10:36 p.m. ...I wonder where my dad is right now. I haven't seen him for any duration since I was 17, when he and my mom separated and he moved out. I've tried calling him before, but he's never made or attempted to call me. When I talked to him he seemed very uncomfortable, so eventually I stopped calling. I wonder if he has a new family, if I have other siblings now... it's not a bitter thought--maybe a little sad-- but I'm honestly curious. ...I wonder if he's even alive? It'd be nice to know. ...Totally random thought-- I hate bananas, but I can't seem to stop eating them lately. Perhaps my body needs potassium? Thursday, March 13, 2003 05:06 p.m. Let's see. Updates. Work: I have to leave at seven tonight to go get re-certified in CPR. It expires in Sept, and I'm not all that sure that I want to do lifeguarding for much longer, but I suppose it's worth having. It feels like no time has gone by at all before I have to re-cert the damn thing again, as it expires every year...but I'm re-certing early this year, because the trainings are few and far between and I don't want to be stranded in Sept with an expired certification and no trainings available. 'Sides, I get paid to be there. Extra hours=extra money. Sometimes it's a good thing that I'm not in a salaried position. The rest of this weekend will be spent re-certifying my lifeguard certification. Augh. Gotta study. Personal: I've been swimming more often lately, and the feelings of sluggishness and restlessness have mostly gone away. Instead, I'm tired in that good way most of the time, and I find myself actually enjoying myself when I am swimming/exercising. ^_^ Who knew? Of course, Minh is very, very active, getting up early in the mornings to go swimming and bicycling and running, and training for a triathlon. That is a little too hard-core for me. If I have to choose between sleep or exercise, sleep wins every time. I'm lazy. Reading: Tess of the d'Urbervilles... I cannot tell you just how refreshing this book is after reading the insipidness of Jane Austen. For working-class me, Austen's pointed commentary on manners within genteel society, and her tales of limpid love stories set in environments where silly girls have nothing better to do except gossip with each other about who is rich and who is not, and who ran off with who... just doesn't reach me anymore. I'm definitely going to read more of Hardy--though I hear most of his works are pretty doleful. ...Ah well. I tried to read fluff for a while there, but all it got me was a bad taste in my mouth. Games: FFX: ...Chocobo racing. Lightning dodges. 'Nuff said. ...Also, I can't get back into Remiem Temple because I lost my chocobo and I don't remember how to get one again. O_o I'm seriously debating whether I /really/ need to have those ultimate weapons. I'm usually pretty anal about lvl 100, items: 99, and have all the sidequests done, but this game... is just wacked. Lord of the Rings: Two Towers: Aragorn is easy to play with (he's stronger, if not faster, than Legolas); Legolas still gets pimped by every orc he comes across. >_< Argh, and there's this section where you can watch an interview with Orlando Bloom which I would very much like to watch, but I have to get Legolas to level 5 first. AUGH! So, I won't be watching it any time soon. *grumble* Grand Theft Auto: Vice City: I simply can't go for a nice drive across the city and run over a couple of pedestrians without having the entire city police force after me! And if I kill a couple of those pesky cops and steal their car, then there's even more! Kingdom Hearts: Got used to the motion-sickness, now am getting my little underage Disney ass kicked by Dark Cloud. Oh, the irony. School: Japanese 1: A-/B+ or so... Art History: A... and need to type term paper O_o... Math: C. Am /very/ happy with that. Is better than I expected. ^_^ With the budget cuts, my tuition is going up from a unit to . That's about a 200% hike. To those who go to 4-year universities, it may not seem like much, I know. But I have to pay for all tuition, fees, and books without the help of financial aid or loans. So, instead of finishing my last quarter at DeAnza with a flourish, taking classes /I/ like and have always wanted to take (and wasn't able to since I had to concentrate on the IGETC), like Japanese, Spanish, Art History, Korean, and English, I have to now pare down my choices and consider really hard if I /really/ can afford to do so. I think I got an acceptance package from UCSC. My mom has it, as my permanent mailing addy is her place, and I haven't seen it yet, but that's what she tells me. I'm very relieved; I've been having nightmares lately about not getting into any UC at all. Haven't heard from the others yet. >_<;;; Turtles: Lucky's trying to escape. Again. ...Nothing new. Although Ian's getting PMSy lately and makes a huge ruckus whenever he's hungry, which is often. ...o_< Monday, March 10, 2003 07:56 p.m. http://www.bayarea.com/mld/mercurynews/news/5356998.htm Congressman Pete Stark has introduced a new bill that would reinstate the draft. It's a curious ploy; by this he says, he hopes "to put the brakes on war with Iraq by arguing that the risks of combat are disproportionately borne by members of minority groups and others who enlisted because they lack economic alternatives." Interesting logic, there. But perhaps he has a point--if the draft is reinstated, a huuuuuuuuge melee would ensue and so many people would run off to Canada and Mexico, America would lose a whole generation of 18-26 year olds. Although, I think I'd go if I were drafted (since the bill includes women now)... the thing that would piss me off is if my friends and my brother got drafted instead. I've still yet to figure out how convincing upper-class white male conservative politicians that a bunch of lower-to-middle-class African-Americans and Hispanics will get killed in this could possibly stop the war. But anyway, I'm going swimming now. Because my ass is big. And I refuse to scrub my privates. Psh. Wednesday, March 5, 2003 10:50 p.m. A Day in the Life of Bbora. ...because I'm bored. Let's see if I get embarrassed at my candor and delete this later. 12:00 a.m. : Go to bed. Minh pissed cuz he needs to wake up in four hours to go to work, and I stayed up two hours later than promised, chatting online with friends. 6:10 a.m. : Alarm goes off. Slap snooze. 6:20 a.m. : Alarm goes off. Slap snooze. 6:30 a.m. : Alarm goes off. Slap snooze. 6:35 a.m. : Second, back up alarm goes off. It does not snooze. I slap it anyway. 6:36 a.m. : Bathroom, potty stuff. I discover I've run out of toothpaste because I been too lazy and too broke to go to Costco. I brush instead with Listerine. Works about the same, tastes like crap. 6:50 a.m. : Need to be at work by 7. I floor the gas and run a couple of red lights. 7:01 a.m. : I am on time. I rock. Beat that Supra that lives across the street from my apartment. Ha! 7:50 a.m. : Was having fun with the kids... then boss walks in. Blood pressure goes up. 9:30 a.m. : Playing UNO with the kids. Boss leaves. Blood pressure goes down. 10:20 a.m. : Dropping kids off at kindergarten. One kid doesn't wanna go in. Is scared of being sent to principal's office, since it's his second classroom now cuz he has issues with hitting. I try to maintain my patience; I need to get to school and study, and I /hate/ whiny kids. Barely restrains urge to whap him and shove him though the door and run. Finally manages to sweettalk him in the door and scurries off before he changes his mind. 11:30 a.m. Art History class. 12:30 p.m. Doing Trig and Japanese homework. Creepy guy comes over and sits at my table in the college quad. Tries to start conversation, repeatedly asking, "I hope I'm not interrupting you while you're busy" and "I hope I'm not boring you" while I rattle my papers and textbooks and look annoyed. Guy does not take hint; finally I mumble that I need to get to class and walk off. 1:30 p.m. Either Trignometry class or Japanese class for 2.5-ish hours. Augh. 4:00 p.m. : Work in Aquatics. Considerably more fun than Childcare. Manage to shove one of my friends into the pool. HEEHEE! 6:00 p.m. : Some old Asian guy doing lap swimming corners me on my lifeguarding chair and proceeds to lecture me for 15 minutes on how I should enforce the 'must shower before entering pool' rule, because "people have really dirty private parts". I don't tell him that it's really more a priority that I make sure that people don't drown, as opposed to making sure people have scrubbed down there before getting into the water. Man goes away peeved. Other lifeguards tell me he's given them the same talk. He heads my way again. I trade spots with another lifeguard and hide in the pool office. 7:00 p.m. Home! Should I go take a yoga class or go swimming (not in the pool I work at--people have dirty privates)? Nope. Am lazy. I go online. End of today's summary. Is good for most Monday thru Thurday days. Monday, March 3, 2003 07:57 p.m. *chews on fingernails* The suspense is /killing/ me! Perhaps you remember from your own good ol' college app days, but the time frame for college replies is March 1 -- May 31st -ish. For transfer students. Several of my high-school-going-into-freshman-year friends have already received their replies from CSU as well as UC. While UC Pathways won't tell me, the UC Berkeley site tells me that my reply from them will be available May 1st. AUGH! *grumble* Long term suspense is bad for Bbora. And for the curious, I applied (in order of preference) to UCLA, UC Irvine, UC Berkeley, UC Santa Cruz, CSU Long Beach, UC Riverside, and CSU Fullerton. *crosses fingers n toes* Sunday, March 2, 2003 06:26 p.m. My lifeguarding creedo: I hate all stupid swimmers equally. Adults seem to lose brain cells when they have children. Especially you, O stupid parent who thinks it's a good idea to stick your child up the base of the water slide when it's on and someone's on the way down. Parents who think their four year olds can swim and hence leave them in the deep end and then are surprised that the kids start drowning... should be neutered. Yes, diving into three feet of water is a good idea. Yes, running on a slick tile floor is a good idea. When you fall on your ass and break your tailbone, you'll make my day. Darwin Awards. 'nuff said. People rescued: 2. Thank yous: 0 I will never be paid enough for having to watch your stupid ass and your Darwinian kids and get splashed as you 'swim' by, doing your wack version of butterfly or front crawl, I can't tell which. And goddamn none of you look like Orlando Bloom, and yet you guys /insist/ on wearing speedos.... and ladies, I don't know if you've noticed, but I suppose those swimsuits had color once, but they're transparent now! Augh! Saturday, March 1, 2003 11:46 a.m. Went to a party last night in Santa Cruz. While it was small, and I had quite a few drunken crotches shoved in my face ( but I didn't take advantage of the situation since I prefer my bf's *evil grins*), it was a lot of fun. I'm quite surprised at myself. I'm a recluse so I usually don't voluntarily go out to parties, and I also stayed up until 4. It's refreshing to know I'm still able to do that. Watched Black Hawk Down yesterday. Glorified war movie or not, I got quite a few chortles over Orlando Bloom being the character who falls out of a helicopter onto his head. XD Thursday, February 27, 2003 07:26 p.m. *snorts* I know, I asked for it, poking around on other people's journals and pressing random links... BBORA From the Greek root meaning "Twat" Characteristics Bbora can't get a date. Personality Bbora has a thing for gay men. Natural Bbora likes sheep a great deal. Emotional Bbora refuses to show emotion. Character Bbora annoys everyone they meet. Physical Bbora has various deformities. Mental Bbora is a cracker short of a box. Motivation Bbora strives to make others cry. Try it yourself. Thursday, February 27, 2003 06:01 p.m. "That's right. I must die for the sake of a woman. I decided when I heard that story. If I am to die, I will die for the sake of a hot girl. ...And you are really hot!" *cracks up* X the tv series is /so/ much better than X the movie. And I love Sorata. XD I met a really nice guy in my Japanese class who is very happy to burn me copies of his extensive anime collection. Japanese class = anime otaku watering hole. XD Aaaand, he's gonna burn me a dvd quality cd of Two Towers. XD I can't d/l it for myself because it takes too damn long, good quality files are hard to find... and I've somehow d/led a google gigs of music and movie files in the last few months and maxed out my harddrive. Heh. Tuesday, February 25, 2003 07:07 p.m. Argh, let's try this again. Got a comments system thing up, thanks to Enetation. However, it's being a bitch since pitas.com is rather wonky with its format... so I've started over and hopefully the bugs have ironed out... And no, Kalyan, I still won't switch over to LiveJournal. :P Eh, pitas is a bitch, but it let me do my own HTML. Am considering Diaryland, but it really isn't going to give me anything that pitas doesn't already give. |
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