BLoGGeR PaNDa

Okay. I will write not to get comments, but just for the sake of writing.

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Took a personality test and turned out to be:

INFJ (Introvert, Intuitive, Feeler, Judger)

People of this type tend to be: creative, original, and independent; thoughtful, warm, and sensitive; global thinkers with great passion for their unique vision; cautious, deliberate, and planful; organized, productive, and decisive; reserved and polite. The most important thing to INFJs is their ideas, and being faithful to their vision.

NOTE BY ME:
Sometimes being too cautious get in the way of creativity, though.
I’m surprised that they didn’t detect my adventurous, blind-faith trait which led me to being stranded in cow country Montana and jail-strict PCC. And also the fact that I like spicy food and prefer sandals to shoes.

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I was browsing around and found this penguin warehouse website. I expected them to sell penguin picture frames or coloring books. But noo, they offered REAL LIFE PENGUINS!!!

King \ Male   -  Age:  2
This penguin is decorated with a stunning colored coat. A rare find.

ID: 4    |  HEIGHT: 33    |  WEIGHT: 4    |   Price:  $2890

NOTE BY ME:
Do YOU know anyone who has a penguin running around in their backyard playing fetch?
If you stumble across a real-life pet panda store, let me know. Not that I’d buy one, ’cause those things probably cost ten trillion gazillion dollars, with them being so endangered (only 1,000 left on earth). *sigh* I guess I’d have to settle for a pomeranian. Oh oh what if it’s a pomeranian with panda spots! Aaagh! How adorable!

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Check out huhcorp.com, a mock design firm website that’s sooo sarcastic but sooo brilliant.

For the rest of you with nothing better to do other than taking out the trash, go to subservientchicken.com. It’s like a publicity thing for Burger King’s "Have it your way" campaign. David thinks the chicken man looks disturbing. But the fun part is, the disturbing chicken man will do basically anything you tell it - I mean, him - to do. But yeah, the chicken man scares me too. I don’t think he was supposed to be scary…

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The Lyceum’s deskchairs need to be burned. When I sit in it, the chair’s angled in a way that my butt slides backward (regardless if it wants to or not) all the way until my spine touches the cold plastic seatback. This makes my feet dangle in air because the seat’s kinda high already. And it’s stationary, meaning unmovable, planted in the ground. So if my neighbor’s pretty big then they can elbow me as often as they’d like… and I can’t scoot away. Also, there’s not enough aisle space between rows even for a slender frame such as mine. Last but not least, those chairs are orange. *shudder*  And they should fix the crease on the projector screen! Grr!

haha.. Makes me wonder what Jennifer Aniston saw after Brad Pitt gave her a ring.
(picture sent to me by M.S.)

Grussendorf, my brother’s all-time favorite macroeconomics teacher, is using a lot of panda illustrations lately: "Skinny Panda eats grass, but Fat Panda eats bamboos with golden chopsticks." (??? Don’t ask me what that means)  I wonder where he got the panda inspiration. Not from my blog, I hope. Definitely do not want him reading my blogs.

I’ve noticed that people STILL don’t comment on my blog entries. Even when I PESTER THEM THEY STILL DON’T COMMENT. Then I thought, oops, my bad. I’ve never told them HOW! So here’s a step-by-step instruction which isn’t intended to insult anybody’s intelligence.
ONE: Click on "Comments"
TWO: Comment. Don’t forget to submit it too.
Example of good comment: "Nice entry! Good job! By the way, you look like that pretty actress on TV. Are you her sister?"
Example of bad comment: "You stink! Don’t ever write again! And Jaka is ugly!"

If this tutorial doesn’t make any difference to the number of comments I get, then will I give it up and accept my cruel fate.

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Roommates are either a blessing or a curse. My gallery of past roomies:

• SJ - short Korean girl who managed to run around campus a whole year on her 5" tall clubbing stillettos ’cause those are the only kind of shoes she had. Who, after lights out, spilled coffee all over herself, including her hair, as she climbed onto her top bunk while holding her mug. She has also cut her own hair in the bathroom after lights out, bleached my other roommate’s hair after lights out, and just basically does everything after lights out. Her demerits would have totaled to 300+ if not for the dean’s mercy, attained after she did the "Me no speak-uh Engleez" number. (Blessing)

• JW - a floorleader who strongly smelled like tobacco. (Blessing)

• AH - tall blond chick with 5 gigantic tattoos all over her body. (Blessing)

• AR - stinky feet + B.O. + used horse shampoo for her hair + wouldn’t stop talking about her boyfriend! (Curse)

• AC - super cutie with cute personality whom all my guy friends had a crush on. (Blessing)

• Lala - um, I can’t really dish on her because she reads this. But she’s a definite Blessing! She still is.

• SS - tried to commit suicide by OD-ing. She was totally sweet and awesome, so it really caught me by surprise. But she’s ok now. (Blessing)

• Winny - a total work-out nut! She was always doing push-ups or sit-ups. What’s even worse: she always made me do them with her! (Blessing)

Presently I am under a Double-Curse situation. One roommate never washes her used-to-be-white-but-now-dark-yellow sheets and she sleeps in the bunk above me, so I get these whiffs every now and then. The other roommate is loud and won’t stop talking about everything under the sky. After lights out, when there’s nothing better we’re allowed to do but sleep, she talks, with her loud voice, and talks and talks and talks and talks and talks and talks.. and talks… and talks some more. You get my point. It’s annoying.

One time I told her not to yak so much if I was asleep (I told her politely). So she cut back on yakking early in the morning. But still she yaks in the wee midnight hours. Oh well. God wants me to learn something, obviously. I hope I’ll learn it quick so that He’ll stop my suffering.

I’m not the perfect roommate either.
My roomies think I’m a weirdo because I eat white bread plainly and in large amounts. But it’s nothing that would make them want to kill me in my sleep.
Hmm, maybe I AM the perfect roommate.

I miss my good ol’ friends.. the ones who are now scattered across the land. There are some who are still here but it’s not the same since they’re doing graduate work and I’m still undergrad. I see these freshman kids all starting to bond, innocently accepting of each other despite of differences or quirks, and they remind me of how it was with me and my friends. My friends were weird but I accepted them anyways. Hahaha.. So nowadays I look at these freshmen hanging out all the time, and I don’t feel jealous. Just melancholic.

I think the best times was during summer 2002, and then some time here and there, in between serious school work and girlfriends/boyfriends. I miss the weekends where we’d have lunch on campus instead of off, even though food was strictly burgers and fries. I didn’t care as long as we suffered together. I miss playing walleyball, although the guys sometimes got too competitive that it became ugly. Oh and also when we’d make fun at the freshmen below us when we were sophomores! So much fun on the expense of others! We weren’t that evil, really.

I love how funny my friends were and how we’d still be friends no matter how bad we dissed each other. A few people have told me that I’m way more reserved now, not as much energy and wit anymore. That’s because I used to bounce off my friends’ aura… and now they’re not here. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not this too-cool senior who won’t hang out with lowerclassmen. My brother’s friends are fun too. But like I said, it’s never gonna be the same fun.

This winter I’ll be spending my Christmas break in Pennsylvania staying with a bunch of the old group, which I’m sooo excited about. They’ll be workin’ and I’ll be havin’ a Blockbuster marathon, but I know it’s gonna be awesome! I’ll try not to think about how that won’t last either, that when time comes we’d separate maybe for a long time until our weddings. Hold up.. Farid and Winny aren’t even getting married in the States! What’s up with THAT?! They better explain well when I get up there.

Givin’ a shout out to my gangstas up in the North and Atlanta and the SF bay area and Indo… You guys made college bearable!

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My name googled turns up two hits:

1.  Minisink Valley Historical Society Member

2.  Somebody actually put me on the list of "Missing People from the Tsunami Disaster"! So, that enabled me to get ahold of the person, Noelle, who was my prayer group friend from years ago. Yaay!