private schools are awesome. so far, Tulane has sent me a long-sleeve T-shirt and Tabasco sauce. why tabasco sauce? cuz it's form louisiana. i wonder what else they are going to send me... maybe britney spears...

it's hard not to laugh when you are in the bathroom and somebody is in the stall making sounds of constipation.
"HMMMMMMMMM!!!..... ahhh... *sound of deep breath*HMMMMMMMM!!!..... ahhhh"

at least my padres are in the books for something:

Not a hit with the Cubs
CHICAGO -- Padres right-hander Brian Lawrence tied a major league record by hitting three Cubs in the fourth inning.

With Alex Gonzalez on first and no outs in the fourth, Lawrence hit Sammy Sosa on the backside. Two batters later, Lawrence lost control again, hitting Hee Seop Choi in the lower back. Fans booed, and Padres pitching coach Greg Booker went to the mound. After a long at-bat by Corey Patterson resulted in an RBI fielder's choice, Lawrence hit Mark Bellhorn.

It was the 19th time a pitcher had hit three batters in one inning, and the first since Anaheim's Steve Sparks on May 22, 1999.

But it was clear Lawrence wasn't hitting anyone intentionally. He appeared to be bothered by the cold -- gametime temperature was only 38 degrees -- and was blowing on his hands after every pitch.
-- Associated Press

good feelings are when you go to church with someone special. praising God with your s.o. never ceases to make me smile. i guess the only thing missing from it all is having a cheesesteak from hoagie haven to my left while aileen is to my right. THAT is heaven.

snuffyang: do you know who steve sullivan is
Bork15: you did surgery on him too?
snuffyang: yup
snuffyang: yesterday
Bork15: dammmmn
snuffyang: do you know him
Bork15: dude, that guy is GOOD
Bork15: did you talk to him?
snuffyang: he is?
Bork15: yeah
snuffyang: yeah
Bork15: he's one of the better players on the blackhawks
snuffyang: his stats werent that impressive
Bork15: eh?
snuffyang: i had never heard of him
Bork15: he scored 26 goals
snuffyang: so i was talking to him
snuffyang: and asked him what he was doing in chicago
snuffyang: he said he played hockey
snuffyang: i thought he was talking about some minor league or recreational thing
Bork15: hahahahaa
Bork15: no way man
snuffyang: i asked what team
snuffyang: he said blackhawks
Bork15: hahahahaha
Bork15: dude
Bork15: i'm gonna slap you
snuffyang: then i gave him a strange look, and asked are you on their minor league team?
Bork15: OMG
snuffyang: he said no
Bork15: i bet he HATES you now
snuffyang: then i almost said "are you on the 4th line"
Bork15: and all asians

http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?file=/chronicle/archive/2003/04/17/DD267137.DTL

listening to howard stern on the way to work this morning, lionel ritchie said something that really made me laugh:
"In my generation, the only thing on our mind was trying how to get it. For your generation, the only thing on your mind is how to get RID of it."

that's so true. my good looks are just way too hard to get rid of...

so far, got accepted into tulane and wake forest.

we'll see what happens.

You know what I find ironic? I find it ironic that war protesters are protesting the war in Iraq, a country where protest against the government isn't even allowed. "We want the government to hear our voices!" they say. They don't even realize that it used to be impossible if you were a citizen of Iraq. If anything, shouldn't they be grateful that Iraqis will now live free and have the power TO protest? I dunno, random and unclear thought.

social commentary by aileen reischl, where you can find it exclusively on my blog.

My film class today inspired me to write another guest blog. We were discussing the movie Born in East L.A. The term 'Chicanos' came up and our Turkish professor asked what the difference between Chicano and Latino was. A Mexican-American guy proceeded to explain that Latino is a term used by Americans to refer to Hispanics, while Chicano is a term used by Hispanics to call themselves. Apparently, it is their way to reclaim they're own identity. This may be true, but it is only true for MEXICANS, not all Hispanics. I raised my hand (I never talk in class) and said that Chicano only refers to Mexican-Americans, while Latino refers to all Latin American people. I learned this in Spanish class in 9th grade. Everyone in the class seemed confused and doubtful. It's like it didn't occur to them that there were other Hispanic people in the United States. When someone says Hispanic or Latino, they automatically assume Mexican. While this is probably a safe assumption in California, this is not the case in the rest of the country. For example, the majority of Hispanics in New York are Puerto Rican, and most Hispanics in Florida are Cuban.

Today's class just reconfirmed to me that Californians are so egocentric. It's like people here don't know what's happening in the rest of the United States. California is supposed to be this diverse place with people of various nationalities and backgrounds. But why does that matter when these various groups don't even associate with each other. Asians only hang-out with other Asians, Caucasians only hang-out with other Caucasians, Hispanics only hang-out with other Hispanics, and African-Americans only hang-out with other African Americans. I don't know about other states, but at least in Florida, all these groups willingly interacted and coexisted happily.

Then in my mammalogy lab today, this one guy happened to have a Time magazine with a poll on public opinion about the war. Apparently almost 80% of the country supports the war now. The people in my class were complaining that this poll must be so inaccurate and biased. I was like, hello, most of the country does support the war, only Californians don't realize this. But of course I didn't say anything out loud because everyone in my class is super liberal and I would probably get killed. But seriously, it's like they don't know anything about what's going on outside of the state. I'm sure this isn't true for all out-of-staters, but it seems like most of the people I know from the east coast have a much better understanding of the world. Most of them have a general sense of history and politics and have knowledge about other states and countries. I guess being in Berkeley for the past four years has just made me realize that it's really important to live in more than one state during your life. Every state has very different dynamics, and I think it's necessary
to experience these different aspects in order to be a well-rounded person.

Life is good.
God is even better.

I'm going to b-school baby.

A long time ago (2 months), I reached for my electric shaver and found a daddy long leg right next to it. Now you have to understand that nothing scares me more than spiders. I have been bitten several times, there once was a black widow in my basement where a whole can of raid STILL didn't kill it (my mom sucked it up with our 500 hp vacuum we use to drain the swimming pool), the movie "arachnaphobia" still gives me nightmares, and Charlotte from Charlotte's Web scared me like crazy when I was a kid. I don't know what possessed me (hatred), but I saw our barbeque lighter in front of me, picked it up, and decided to see if a few bursts of flame would kill it. Sure enough, the daddy long leg fizzled rather quickly, and I could have sworn there were was a little whining sound coming from it. An enormous feeling of guilt came over me. I knew that I would be cursed and God would punish me for doing such heinous things. I burned a spider alive, and now spiders will haunt me for the rest of my life. Thus the birth of the Curse of the Daddy Long Legs.

So ever since then, I have been seeing spiders EVERYWHERE. It's not like I look for them, but they are starting to show up at my house and even in my car. Watching me. Plotting to rise against me. Taunting me. After I killed the daddy long legs, there was a pretty big and hairy spider in our bathtub, just sitting there for days and days. I thought that it was just dead, so I never thought much of it. So one day, I turned on the faucet and let it go down the drain. Not even a struggle. The next day, the spider was there at the EXACT same place just sitting there. I felt it's many eyes just glaring at me, haunting me saying: You will pay... you will pay... Honestly, I was pretty creeped out. So I decided to turn on the faucet again, with hot water this time, and wash it down. This time, it started to run away but eventually it fell in the hole. I left the water on for a good 7 minutes, full blast, hot water only before turning the water off.

The next week after that, I was driving from Steve's to Aileen's. I saw a spider crawling up my driver's side window - it was a medium sized brown one. The trouble with insects and windows is that you never know if it's on the inside or the outside. This time, I thought the spider was on the inside trying to crawl out. I lowered my window, and this spider charging up my window, was actually on the outside. When I lowered it, it crawled in and I freaked out (why didn't I squash it with my bare hands? because that will give me a heart attack and stroke at the same time). I couldn't stop because I was driving, so the whole time I start shaking different body parts of my body making sure to shake it off if it was on me. I knew it was the curse of the daddy long legs haunting me. When I went to Aileen's, I jumped out of the car and did a full search. My biggest fear was that it was on the ceiling of my car, waiting for me to look up so it can jump down on my face and gouge my eyes out. I never found the spider, but I know that it is still in my car. Why? Because last week, I saw a cobweb across my windshield. On the INSIDE. It's probably laying eggs so it's babies can eat me alive.

The week after that, there was a small but fuzzy spider in my room, on top of my bed. A squashed it with the butt of my tennis racquet - or at least tried to - and it fell on my bed. I stomped that sucker so hard, its guts were on my bedsheet. I had to switch bedsheets, of course. I knew that the curse was still haunting me.

There have been other spider incidents the past couple of weeks in our house, and everytime I think about it, I get chills. I hate spiders. Our house is becoming infested with spiders, all because of me.

Yesterday morning, there was another spider in my bathtub that I saw while brushing my teeth. This one was pretty hairy, and it's abdomen was really fat and had a really sharp end. I grabbed the first thing I saw which was a clorox cleaning spray and I squirted it. The darn thing was empty, so what came out were little bubbles. The spider started to run towards me, and I kept on squirting little bubbles on it(I pulled that trigger like no other). Miraculously, the bubbles slowed him quite a bit, but the spider kept crawling towards me. I decided to outsmart it by squirting little bubbles (my finger is still sore from pulling that trigger so quickly) in front of it so it would have to turn back around and away from me. The spider did eventually change its course, still moving slow. I ran quickly to get more Clorox, but found a can of Raid ant killer instead. Mind you, I still have my toothbrush in my mouth with toothpaste dripping down on to my shirt. I took the Raid and killed it. It crawled up into a little ball and died. The bathroom stunk like Raid. Instead of cleaning up the spider, I decided to scare all the other spiders away by leaving it's dead friend there. That way, they know that if they come to haunt me - they WILL die (I'm scared).

Yet, I know the end of me will come from the curse of the daddy long legs.

A ShoutOut to Peter Choi. Blog Commenter Extraordinaire.

i felt the tears swell up in my eyes... i screamed at the top of my lungs in agony. i have waited almost 10 years for this day to come - and now i must wait longer. sigh. (referring to KU vs. Syracuse)

aileen has been downgraded, and is now officially "banned" from making movie choices.

I love this picture. Taken from the NYTimes website.

click here

my office building is full of Indian people. not the native-american kind, but indians from india. is mountain view really like this or is it just my building? to date, i have not seen a single non-indian woman except for the two in my office. all the other companies just have indian women. for men, the numbers are a little more diverse, but it is most definitely indian-heavy. our common kitchen smells like indian food, and there are indian posters on the wall.
so today during lunch, i saw a chinese girl that was eating at a table. i was so amazed that she was not indian, i think she probably noticed me starting at her - and trust me, it was not because of her looks since she wasn't that good looking. so during lunch, she stood up and i noticed a "deloitte & touche" badge she was wearing. she was a consultant!

so i always told people to stay away from asian girls since they are the most evil out of all the other races. but really thinking about it after today's experience, do i really miss seeing asians, especially girls, everyday? nope. not at all. it's just that i'd rather have the smell of chinese, korean, or any other ethnicity for that matter, instead of the smell of indian food that is always present when i eat.