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Subject:Oh Packer, how I miss thee...
Time:10:53 pm
Current Mood:amusedamused
[22:47] JustAddWater57: there's a class called reading the ny times?
[22:47] chungy824: hahaha yeh
[22:47] chungy824: its actually pretty cool
[22:47] JustAddWater57: wow...what a sleazy way to get you to keep up with the news
[22:48] JustAddWater57: haha i think they figured your class lacked the intense activism of my class
[22:48] chungy824: hahaha
[22:48] JustAddWater57: so they made a class for it
[22:48] chungy824: shut up
[22:49] JustAddWater57: next thing you know, they'll be giving credit for like "starting a club 101" or "how to play sports" or "leadership for dummies"
[22:50] JustAddWater57: all prereqs for classes such as, "advanced social skills" and "how to be more like the class of '05"
[22:51] chungy824: you wish
[22:51] JustAddWater57: places are limited in the advanced senior seminar, "Will Wong: The Man Behind the Myth"
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Subject:Yale!
Time:03:04 am
So I'm finally up here at Yale. Thanks to Noelle and her mom for driving us up here yesterday.

Yale's been awesome so far. Except I'm staying in L-Dub, which is the shittiest housing on campus. It literally feels like the projects, with small rooms and cramped spaces and icky bathrooms (i hate bathrooms, ugh). The program i'm doing, Cultural Connections, brings a lot of speakers and stuff and helps us acclimate to Yale and does minority-specific things like tell us about the Cultural Houses and the support programs that they have. I have a Master and Dean of my residential college, freshman residential counselors, ethnic counselors (?! wtf but they're really cool), a Big Sib, faculty advisors and probably more people i'm forgetting.

The people here have been really down to earth and cool even though they did AMAZING things in high school. It humbles me because I don't think I did much in high school like some of the people here. It goes to show, don't underestimate us because we're minorities.

Today I went bowling and then shopping at Walmart as part of the program. I'm such an erratic bowler. I did not hit a single pin for the first three frames in the first game. At all. My score was literally at zero after 3 rounds. It was embarassing. I remember feeling good that I hadnt talked any trash to anyone. But then my second game I bowled a...148? My 2nd highest score after the 149 that many of you witnessed. Where it came from, I don't really know. Walmart was big and confusing, but I got a floor lamp and a rug and a set of speakers and a razor and shaving cream.

Anyhow, I really just cant wait to move into my permanent room in Vanderbilt, which is soooo much nicer. *sigh*...so excited. College is fun :)
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Subject:And so it goes...
Time:08:52 am
Current Mood:not really sure how I feel...
Today I embark on a journey eighteen years in the making. I still can't believe it's actually happening, that I'm actually leaving home, and it likely won't hit me until I've already settled in and the realization that it's not just a vacation or summer camp will come to me. I've become so used to seeing the awkward responses that the Yale name elicits from others that I forget sometimes the awe and wonder that it inspires within myself. I remember the first time I fell in love with the place, my first visit, the nervewracking process of submitting that application in October, and logging on the website that fateful evening of December 15th.

To all my friends here in New York that I didn't get a chance to say goodbye to, err...I meant to call, I really did ;-) In all seriousness, you all have been wonderful, and I'll have a great set of memories to take with me to college. Thanks for the time we've spent together. They and you will be missed dearly. The same goes to the wonderful city of New York, my humble abode out here in Coney, and to, of course, my parents

With all that said, however, there is only one thing that truly saddens me about leaving. To my beautiful, wonderful Noelle, thank you for the past 8(!) months and really the past 6 years. You've been amazing to be with and you've made me happier than I've ever been. It's not clear what the future has in store for us, but whatever it may be you will always be my best friend and the one I've always loved. Saying goodbye to you will take more strength and courage from me than ever before. I love you.
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Subject:Ahhh!
Time:07:47 pm
Current Mood:nervousnervous
I leave in 23 days...WHOA.
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Subject:I have a problem...
Time:11:52 pm
Current Mood:lonelylonely
It's been a mere 5 days and I already incredibly miss her. *sigh*
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Subject:Whoo hoo!
Time:07:22 am
Current Mood:giddygiddy
The Yale Residential College system has placed me in the best college at Yale...

Branford College!



Home of...Collapse )

Go Yale!
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Subject:Haha these are pretty good
Time:09:09 pm


You Know You're Chinese When....


You unwrap Christmas gifts very carefully, so you can save and reuse the wrapping (and especially those bows) next year.

You only buy Christmas cards after Christmas, when they are 50% off.

When there is a sale on toilet paper, you buy 100 rolls and store them in your closet or in the bedroom of an adult child who has moved out.

You have a vinyl table cloth on your kitchen table.

Your stove is covered with aluminum foil.

You use the dishwasher as a dish rack.

You keep a Thermos of hot water available at all times.

You eat all meals in the kitchen.

You save grocery bags, tin foil, and tin containers.

You use grocery bags to hold garbage.

You always leave your shoes at the door.

You have a piano in your living room.

You twirl your pen around your fingers.

Even if you're totally full, if someone says they're going to throw away the leftovers on the table, you'll finish them.

You don't own any real Tupperware -- only a cupboard full of used but carefully rinsed margarine tubs, takeout containers, and jam jars.

You also use the jam jars as drinking glasses.

You've eaten a red bean Popsicle.

You bring oranges (or other produce) with you as a gift when you visit people's homes.

You have a collection of miniature shampoo bottles that you take every time you stay in a hotel.

The condiments in your fridge are either Price Club sized or come in plastic packets, which you save/steal every time you get take out or go to McDonald's.

Ditto for paper napkins.

You never order room service.

You carry a stash of your own food whenever you travel (and travel means any car ride longer than 15 minutes). These travel snacks are always dried. As in not just dried plums, dried ginger, and beef/pork jerky, but dried cuttlefish (SQUID).

Your parents vehemently refuse the sack of gold coin oranges that their guests just brought just to be courteous.

Your dad thinks he can fix everything himself.

You majored in something practical like engineering, medicine or law.

When you go to a dance party, there are a wall of guys surrounding the dance floor trying to look cool.

You live with your parents and you are 30 years old (and they prefer it that way). Or if you're married and 30 years old, you live in the apartment next door to your parents, or at least in the same neighborhood.

You don't use measuring cups.

You feel like you've gotten a good deal if you didn't pay tax.

You beat eggs with chopsticks.

Your parents' house is always cold.

You have a teacup with a cover on it.

You reuse teabags.

Your mom drives her Mercedes to the Price Club.

You tip Chinese delivery guys / waiters more.

You're a wok user.

You like Chinese films in their original undubbed versions.

You have acquired a taste for bittermelon.

You like congee with thousand year old eggs.

You prefer your shrimp with the heads and legs still attached -- it means they're fresh.

You never call your parents just to say hi.

You always cook too much.

If you don't live at home, when your parents call, they ask if you've eaten rice, even if it's midnight.

Your parents tell you to boil herbs and stay inside when you get sick. They also tell you not to eat fried foods or baked goods because they produce hot air.

Your parents never go to the movies.

Your parents send money to their relatives in China.

You use a face cloth.

Your parents use a clothes line.

You eat every last grain of rice in your bowl, but don't eat the last piece of food on the table.

You starve yourself before going to all you can eat sushi.

You've joined a CD club at least once.

You know someone who can get you a good deal on jewelry or electronics.

You never discuss your love life with your parents.

Your parents are never happy with your grades.

You keep most of your money in a savings account.

You've been on the Love Boat or know someone who has.

Your toothpaste tubes are all squeezed paper-thin.

You love Chinese Martial Arts films.

You have Tupperware in your fridge with three bites of rice or one leftover chicken wing.

Shao Lin and Wu Tang actually mean something to you.

You love to go to $1.75 movies.

You love to go to $1.50 movies even more.

You never order sweet-n-sour pork, egg foo young, or chop suey at a Chinese restaurant.

You hate to spend more than $5 for lunch.

Someone in your family drives a Honda... with custom rims.

You have a Chinese knick-knack hanging from your rear-view mirror.

You like to eat chicken feet.

You suck on fish heads and fish fins.

You turn bright red after drinking two tablespoons of beer.

You can get a buzz on Coors O'Douls or Miller Sharps.

You look like you are eighteen.

You only buy used cars.

You have more than five remotes in your house.

You leave the plastic on the lampshade for ten years or more.

You can't bear to throw things away.

Your dad washes his hair four times a day, or never at all.

Your unassisted vision is worse than 20/500.

You've worn glasses at least since the fifth grade.

Your parents (or some other close relative) own a grocery store or restaurant.

You drive around looking for the cheapest gas.

You add twice the amount of water recommended when making orange juice from concentrate.

You've never seen your parents hug.

Your grandmother lives with you and your family.

You never order desserts at restaurants.

You always have water when dining out.

You say "aiya!" and "wah!" frequently.

You love Las Vegas, slot machines, and blackjack.

You love to play mah jong.

You have to read all your parents' mail written in English.

You are constantly being set up with uninteresting (and usually ugly) people by your parents.

You hate eating cheese.

You have a big aquarium filled with colorful fish somewhere in your house.

Your mother is strangely obsessed with plants.

White people look at you strangely if you tell them you are Buddhist.

You notice the main topic at family get-togethers is food.

You seldom ever owned new clothes if you were a second child.

Your folks never speak under 10 decibels at family gatherings.

You never made the school football or basketball team.

You have two middle initials instead of one.

You grow your own bean sprouts in the kitchen.

Your mother made you peel water chestnuts and snow peas.

You have an lonely unmarried relative who frequently drops by during dinner time.

You received little red envelopes containing money on special occasions.

You use the underside of a porcelain bowl to sharpen your knives.

You cut your own hair… or had someone in your family do it.

Your grandmother has a lot of gold teeth… especially in front.

You keep fresh garlic and ginger in the kitchen at all times.

You know what the term "lemon" or a "banana" means.

You only have to shave every other day (maybe).

You wash and reuse ziplock bags.

You know at least three people named Alan Wong.

You never drank milk after eating cherries.

Your parents collect jade jewelry.

You always drink tea after a meal.

Your dad owns at least one bird.

Your parents grow vegetables in a garden.

You use doilies to decorate your furniture.

Your grandmother rapped your knuckles with her chopsticks while reaching food with your fingers.

You're proud to be Chinese - and you pass these jokes on to all your Chinese friends!





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You Know You're From New York City When...


You say "the city" and expect everyone to know that this means Manhattan.

You have never been to the Statue of Liberty or the Empire State Building.

You can get into a four-hour argument about how to get from Columbus Circle to Battery Park at 3:30 on the Friday before a long weekend, but can't find Wisconsin on a map.

Hookers and the homeless are invisible.

The subway makes sense.

You believe that being able to swear at people in their own language makes you multi-lingual.

You've considered stabbing someone just for saying "The Big Apple".

The most frequently used part of your car is the horn.

You call an 8' x 10' plot of patchy grass a yard.

You consider Westchester "upstate".

You think Central Park is "nature."

You see nothing odd about the speed of an auctioneer's speaking.

You're paying $1,200 for a studio the size of a walk-in closet and you think it’s a "steal."

You've been to New Jersey twice and got hopelessly lost both times.

You pay more each month to park your car than most people in the U.S. pay in rent.

You haven't seen more than twelve stars in the night sky since you went away to camp as a kid.

You go to dinner at 9 and head out to the clubs when most Americans are heading to bed.

Your closet is filled with black clothes.

You haven't heard the sound of true absolute silence since the 80s, and when you did, it terrified you.

You pay $5 without blinking for a beer that cost the bar 28 cents.

You take fashion seriously.

Being truly alone makes you nervous.

You have 27 different menus next to your telephone.

Going to Brooklyn is considered a "road trip."

America west of the Hudson is still theoretical to you.

You've gotten jaywalking down to an art form.

You take a taxi to get to your health club to exercise.

Your idea of personal space is no one actually standing on your toes.

$50 worth of groceries fit in one paper bag.

You have a minimum of five "worst cab ride ever" stories.

You don't notice sirens anymore.

You live in a building with a larger population than most American towns.

Your doorman is Russian, your grocer is Korean your deli man is Israeli, your building super is Italian, your laundry guy is Chinese, your favorite bartender is Irish, your favorite diner owner is Greek, the watchseller on your corner is Senegalese, your last cabbie was Pakistani, your newsstand guy is Indian and your favorite falafel guy is Egyptian.

You're suspicious of strangers who are actually nice to you.

You secretly envy cabbies for their driving skills.

You think $7.00 to cross a bridge is a fair price.

Your door has more than three locks.

Your favorite movie has DeNiro in it.

You consider eye contact an act of overt aggression.

You run when you see a flashing "Do Not Walk" sign at the intersection.

You're 35 years old and don't have a driver's license.

You ride in a subway car with no air conditioning just because there are seats available.

You're willing to take in strange people as roommates simply to help pay the rent.

There is no North and South. It's uptown or downtown.

When you're away from home, you miss "real" pizza and "real" bagels.

You know the differences between all the different Ray's Pizzas.

You're not in the least bit interested in going to Times Square on New Year's Eve.

Your internal clock is permanently set to know when Alternate Side of the Street parking regulations are in effect.

You know what a bodega is.

You know how to fold the New York Times in half, vertically, so that you can read it on the subway or bus without knocking off other passenger's hats.

Someone bumps into you, and you check for your wallet.....

You cringe at hearing people pronounce Houston St. like the city in Texas

Film crews on your block annoy you, not excite you.

You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends from NYC.




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Time:10:11 pm
Current Mood:shockedshocked
Today a small plane crash landed on the beach three blocks from my house.



How crazy is that?
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Subject:Damn you, Bill Gates...
Time:10:06 pm
Okay...everyone's doing it, so...


Your SAT Score of 1530 Means:



You Scored Higher Than Howard Stern

You Scored Higher Than George W. Bush

You Scored Higher Than Al Gore

You Scored Higher Than David Duchovny

You Scored Higher Than Natalie Portman

You Scored Lower Than Bill Gates

Your IQ is most likely in the 140-150 range

Equivalent ACT score: 34

Schools that Fit Your SAT Score:

California Institute of Technology

Stanford University

Princeton University

Yale University

Harvard University





Holla at ya boy, Yale.
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Subject:Bring on the cigarrettes, porn, and lotto tickets
Time:08:27 pm
Current Mood:happyhappy
To All Those Whom I Saw Yesterday:

Thanks so much for a great birthday. I could not have thought of a better way to turn 18. Mom, thanks for taking me out to lunch and for birthing me 18 years ago. Emily, thanks for the phone call and for inspiring me to get out of the house. Jacob, excellent choice of restaurant, I had a great time listening to the singing waitstaff at Ellen's Stardust Diner (for those who have never been, I think it's the most fun restaurant I've ever been to). I want to see those embarassing pictures of me dancing with the waitress. Dan, thanks for being the reliable friend that you always are. Your prowess with a Nerf gun is unmatched. To everyone else I saw afterwards at Jordan's, thanks for the post-party entertainment.

Most of all, to my wonderful Noelle, thanks for the entire weekend, for dinner on Friday night, for coming to find me on Saturday, and everything in between. You're always there for me and you're sweet, thoughtful, and loving. You've already made this birthday the best that I've ever had and this year the happiest that I've ever experienced. You're amazing and I love you.

In other news....Happy Mother's Day to all you mom's out there, and to all of your mothers.

In other other news....I got a haircut today. So be prepared tomorrow. I'd post a picture if my camera wasn't busted.

Alright, gotta go study for AP Physics.
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