About WordPress.com’s dashboard functionality

I really don’t mind getting the old dashboard back. Sure, kudos to the wordpress.com people for the brainstorming and the creativity bulbs, but hey, all this blogger need is everything that REVOLVES ROUND HIS OWN SELF. I really agree with Scoble on that one.

I can spend some time getting myself comfortable with the whole dashboard thing, but for now I feel like a windows guy stuck with a mac, thank you very much.

Just need someone to hug when she’s down

I had a quicky chat with a dear friend 5 minutes before I left the office. She asked me something like “Do you want a girlfriend now? You feel lonely or something?” . No, she’s not trying to promote her singlehood, she’s just concerned.

I asked her why and she told me that “well, you can use someone to hug whenever you’re down, you know.”

I left the conversation having a tad more respect for her. So heartwarming, don’t you think?

The Rise of Taj

If you haven’t watch Van Wilder - Party Liason already, better don’t miss this. Hail the Taj!

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Through some rain

I was looking at my organizer and suddenly I realized that OMG I’m going to be really busy this whole month. Wait, I will be busy all the way through Christmas!

Gosh, I need a break! Planning of riding down to Cali. but there’s nobody to go with (or nobody who’d trust my driving skill, rather). I thought that I’d be a great idea if I visit my sis at Pleasant Hill before she go back Indo for vacation, then after that to LA to visit my dearest Dian and Sam, say hello to Yuan 哥哥。 Along the way I can visit Berkeley, Stanford and CalTech just to survey the area. Just in case I land in any of them whattt…

…Back to reality super busy la! Have to apply here and there, write personal statements, finish my research paper (2200 words recommended, ok!), juggle with my job… Settle this and that…

On another note, I was browsing through some of my old books, and when I got to “First Things First” by the Covey company, I feel a sudden urge to shred the book apart and/or burn it and/or flush it down my lavatory. That book talks so much about goal setting, role-playing, responsibility shiit and more. Makes me sick to my gut!

I better get me some sleep. More fume-smelling cancer-causing bee-pheronome-making organic chem lab tomorrow.

Marketing scums

And oh, just like what they did with the 5th gen. iPods just after a quarter year of release, now they’re Zhng’ing their MacBook Pros too.

Apple sure love making you feel inadequate and stupid inside. Adieu to you if you bought the thse babies when they’re still at dual core.

iMac

You aren’t really sure why, but you get horny whenever you see something sexy, such as this.

Daddy, can I one of those white curvaceous thing?

unclesu.com

My, don’t I feel special now.

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Building castles on clouds

So if I want to get into CalTech as a transfer student, all I have to do is to get my triple science and math courses done, get exceptional recommendations from 2 faculty members, get my toefl nailed, get a 3 hour math exam and another 4h physics exam nailed, write an impressive personal statement, and then fight amongst the other million applicants till June, yes?

Somebody throw me a glass of scotch please.

The things I learned about being in a relationship

Never on something you cannot off
If you don’t know how to end the relationship in case it turn bad, don’t start it

Don’t on something you want to off anyway
If you are just thinking of fooling around just to see how it goes, screw your F-ed up intentions, homie.

Preheat the oven before you put in the turkey
Let it flow from friendship and wait. So if she’s got a psychotic stalking threathening demonic older sister, you’d already know.

If it’s not broken, you’re blind
No one know when they’re already in denial. Be neurotic about maintaining your romantic relationship. Jennifer Aniston learned it the hard way

Talking too much is a virtue
Communication, communication, communication.

All compasses points north
Notice how you’re always dating the same type of psychotic insane stalking bitches? Yeah? That’s cause they’re always the ones showing interest in you first. And guess what, you always fall into their traps, every single time. So jolly well change your pattern, have some initiative, and choose the chick you wanna date, not the other way around

If you can’t stand the heat, get out of the kitchen
If she gets too demanding, or too emotionally challenging, or simply being a 24h PMS machine bitch, you bail. Another good move is to get a pre-nuptial agreement for every marriage you go through.

Repercussions of life

I think a lot sometimes, I really do.

Reached home with a hungry stomach and a banging urge to have another 3 hour conversation over the phone with S.

And then I got to meet a senior who’s getting married by next year. Oh God bless her soul, she’s such an Angel. Hop she’ll overcome her Goliaths in life, with a faith like that.

And then I thought, Hmm, what is the college’s policy on dating your co-workers and uh, say, blogging?

Pardon me for making any sense at this moment, but deja vu can be serious shiit. A colleague of mine is starting to act ALOT like my ex Sephia. Or, maybe it’s just my manic-depression being overwhelmed by the lack of affection on a daily basis.

And darling senior of mine asked how my love life is going. I told her to arrange a mail-order bride for me.

God, I’m really hungry. You there, kiss my bender! Pardon me, its the bi-polar symptoms acting up again.

While I still have the time to pretend like I know photography.

You know, whatever.

Testing out the swanky tripod and the resurrected camera

Puasa Aspirin for 3 days, hor

The puget sound blood center called and asked me to do another apheresis, “because platelets supply throughout the sound is running at an emergency low level.” I complied.

Now my head is killing me (didn’t catch enough sleep the previous night) but I am on Aspirin abstinence because the Apheresis lady says so. All your Aspirins are belong to PSBC!

Die lah like that. Better keep myself hydrated so I can get the apheresis over with. Anyone interested in apheresis? Call PSBC hor, those boodsuckers want your blood badly! It’s only 2 hours of platelets sucking la, can one. Movie and tea/coffee on the house.

My cards laid out in the open

Little talks are dangerous things to dabble in. I was in the office when a distant colleague came over and we chatted on topics such as universities to apply to and the general spoilt brats Indon population in the college. (please don’t throw eggs at my ABCD-class Benz, man)

He then broke off and asked me “So, you don’t have many Indon friends, do you?”

“!!!”

“… …”

Neber mind. I no fren no loph, but still can wake up tomorrow morning.

Would you date a blogger?

You know, some retrospective may turn out to be a positive twist in life. Admit it, dating a blogger can get scary. Imagine if your girlfriend is an avid blogger who likes posting pictures of herself blowing cheeks and acting cute in front of the mirror. Or if she likes to talk about her hamster in her blog. Or say, where she shopped the previous weekend and what she bought.

Oh my god, don’t even get me started.

Testing PFF’s flickr uploader addon

(Check out Winston’s silluette)

I’m currently trying out the flickr photo uploader addon for performancng for firefox. You’ll need to download the addon and have PFF ver 1.3 in order to do this.

This means that whatever photo I drag from my harddrive to PFF will be automatically uploaded into my flickr account.

Way cooler than Flock’s flickr uploader, because I can blog and insert photo without actually having to upload the photos before I write the post.

OK time for bed. Organic Chem midterm tomorrow. Fingers crossed babeh!

Like talking trash to a stranger.

Funny how one can find solace in writing blogs. What does that even symbolize, huh?

In times of boredom, I blog. In times of sadness, I blog. In times of happiness, I blog. I tired, I blog. You can twist my 10 fingers and I can imagine myself blogging with my toes, mainly bitching about how some asshole twisted all 10 of my fingers.

Anyway, I was in my office yesterday, minding my own business, appearing like I’m busy doing something, when Matt came up and asked me if I wanted to join him in his meeting with the CAPS and the IPMs. My answer was something between the lines of “Uh…No, thanks. I have to uh, be uh… somewhere. (Smile)”

And the guy just gave me this suspecting look. “Su, you met someone over the weekends didn’t you? You cheeky…”

Uh, omg this guy is psychic! Yes, I “met” someone over the weekends. No, technically speaking we didn’t “meet” physically. No, it  wasn’t someone whom I haven’t already know personally. And no, its not a singular “She”, but more like a plural “SHEs”.

Ah, Fall is coming indeed. Haaa-Chew!

Wet in Seattle

Rain has blessed Seattle after much ado and anticipation. Its really rare for Seattle to NOT RAIN for this long, really.

I have been putting in effort throughout the weekends to clear up my clutters here in my room. I cleared the papers, ironed the piles of clothes, pinned up posters, wiped the dust from the cabinets and table. Man, it sure feel better right now. The room is bearing a more cheerful atmosphere. Love it.

Double Agent

Home Office…

Office Office.