New school year = new template. The pink telephone themed template I made got ruined by jpg inadequecies, so hopefully this NYC Sky one that I made tonite would hold up for a few months. My free new bed is finally stained and built!

Action packed weekend filled with plenty highs and lows. Friday's Dave Chappelle show was awesome and the 10 person dance party my friend started was surprisingly wild. Learned some things about Dave Chappelle; he's 1/4 white and his wife is Filipino. He also likes adobo.

Saturday I went to Berkeley with Davis friends and got my rook ear piercing. UCD can't beat prestigious schools in much, but our DC food is hands down the best compared to Berkeley. Our football team also beat Stanford. HA!

Afterwards, we went to Moraga and Walnut Creek to visit some other ppl and have dinner there. Yea, we were the only colored table in Chili's. Then when we walked all over the crowded downtown area we were also the only colored ppl on the street. No joke. I've never felt so many uncomfortable stares in my life. Walnut Creek: really pretty place, but its crossed off my list of places I'd ever live. I'm back in Milpitas and my dad shut off all the water and my parents left town. So if anybody is generous to let me shower at their place, I'd be very grateful for your hospitality.

Summer School grades are finally in. Although I got some pretty good grades, I can't help but feel cheated.

Organic Chemistry 118C - A

Two girls that I know also got A's, but they had a grade 9% less than me. One demanded an A+ from the professor even though she barely received the A grade. Dammit I should have gotten an A+ if I set the freakin class curve for 2 midterms. Luckily the prof never gives an A+, so that princess can't get it and I'll just have to settle for an A.

Physics 7B - A-

Okay now this is ridiculous. I had the 3rd highest overall class grade, highest hw grade, and presented to the class every damn day. But for some reason, 2 other ppl with lower overall grades received an A in the class, while I got an A-. How can my final + quiz grade + extra credit grade be higher, but I get a lower course grade? I sent 3 emails to the prof already and she hasn't replied to single one. I think this has something to do with going to office hours, sucking up and possibly crying - something that I refuse to do.

Favorite Remakes

"Tomorrow" - Annie the broadway > Rivers Cuomo
"Crazy in Love" - Beyonce' > Snow Patrol
"Stairway to Heaven" - Led Zeppelin > Foo Fighters
"Killing Me Softly" - Roberta Flack > Fugees
"Strawberry Fields" - The Beatles > Ben Harper

These past few days have been mindless. Between spouts of window shopping at malls and eating out, I sit at home staring at television static. Comcast finally took away our 8 years of free cable. My parents have been out all weekend at the beach, SF, and Berkeley with their friends and older relatives. My brother is watching football with his friends while my sister is in San Diego. All you other college kids went back to school. Everyone is so busy.

At least I did something productive today. My brother and I gathered up old, practically unworn clothes, shoes, and blankets to donate to Hurricane Katrina victims through the Salvation Army. Man, my family consumes so much. Everything is in great or new condition.

This year, I'm gonna put a spending cap on appearal purchases. $150 per quarter MAX. That means a maximum of $50 per month on ALL purchases including shoes, socks, clothes, make up, accessories, underwear, hair products and everything else not listed. And eBay should be forbidden unless a purchase is neccessary, such as a birthday or xmas gift.

Budget goals of 2005-2006: Keep it simple. Minimize the frivolous.

Lily, that guy from swing dancing sent me an email to my ucdavis account. Whoa, that means he had to search me through the campus server. Kinda strange yet kinda flattering at the same time. What a small world.

Ever watch that Friends episode where Phoebe is dating a firefighter. They wake up in the morning after a great night of sex then the firefighter sees a pigeon on his window sill, so he pulls out his gun and shoots it. Yea thats how I feel right now.

I want to shoot these damn pigeons on my balcony dead.

Oh Threadless why are you so awesome.

I've been watching these tv marathons all week, raising money for Katrina victims. Everybody seems to have an opinion on the politics behind the emergency aid for this catastrophe. As much as I can easily critique our government, it just seems more fit to be helping in this situation than pointing fingers.

So its official: I hate Viet parties. This doesn't count family gatherings.

Last night Nancy called me to go to a party she was at, so I arrive, and get on friendly terms with everyone there. Suddenly, ethnicity comes into question, and like always, everyone is in disbelief that I'm Vietnamese.

I don't get it. For each prodominately Viet party I have gone to, everyone thinks I'm cool up to the point where they find out that I'm Viet. So its okay to be Americanized if I were Korean, Chinese, Japanese, etc, but its not okay if I'm Viet? What. The. Fuck.

For 5 good hours I get nonstop verbal attacks on who I am (from STRANGERS) and a nonstop Viet authenticity test. Say this line in Viet, say that line in Viet... umm... excuse me do YOU even know how to say some of those words ASSHOLES. No Viet first name? No accent? Don't go to temple twice a weekend? No strict parents? Don't love trance music? Don't play badmitton? Don't visit your parents every weekend? FAIL FAIL FAIL! Both my parents would've failed their test. If my grandparents were still alive, they'd probably fail too! I might as well prance around in an Ao Dai dress and pointy straw hat singing Paris By Night songs to make these ppl happy.

And despite all their hating, 2 of them had the nerve to hit on me. One even tried to take me home with him. I may have had 7 shots and been pretty fucked up, but I aint touching no jerk. That just pisses me off. I ended up so angry that I gave a damn angry speech by the end of the night. Just cuz you refuse to appreciate other cultures besides your own, you think that makes you a better person? Cuz you ONLY befriend ppl from your same birthplace, makes you better than me? They can make all the assumptions they want about me. I don't care cuz I ain't hanging out with them.

Cultural Elitist shit.

This is a joke right? Why am I getting so many damn job interview requests; I thought I pulled my resume' off Monster already. This time its for a sales position for American Income Life Insurance. I looked it up and its a legit top Forbes 400 company in the Sacramento area.

This is ridiculous, what am I... 19 years old? Maby they didn't read the fine print that I haven't even graduated yet. Not to make this week sound more morbid than it already is, but everytime I think of life insurance I think one of two things:

(1) "Buying life insurance is betting against the agency that you WILL die within the year. I ain't dying this year so why should I bet that I am?" -Mr. Cassvan
(2) About Schmidt - hands down the best reality check movie. Lesson: life insurance is a boring job that sucks life right out of you. Also, sponsoring a starving child from tv really works!