Can you smile through salty tears?
Can you weep in the midst of happiness?
Can you be someone else?

Yesterday I attended the wedding banquet of my mom's friend's sister's daughter's marriage. Heh. The bride and the groom had met each other in UC Berkeley when they were mere students. Six years later, they were together bound not only by a legal document signed at City Hall, but also by their everlasting vows to each other. Yet, now here's where I stop to think. Last year, my roommate Jennifer had noted how in just a few years in college, we would meet our future husband. Scary thought, I must admit. But it is now bittersweet. Isn't something supposed to happen now? Okay, it's all foolishness. :p Just a few months ago, I was just getting comfortable with the fact that I was single...that I didn't have a committment so someone. I didn't want to be the whiny college student who could not live without a boyfriend. Har har. And here I am, crawling out of the same hole again. It's better to be independent. Side rewards are good. :)

How did Jimmy Eat World get so good?

Wish I could be a songwriter with my nearly meaningless lyrics. The words that only make sense to me.

Someone is reading my journal through a Berkeley Home IP isp. I want to know who...now! :p And that someone probably succeeded in provoking me too.

Update: Alan decided to unblock me. Curiousity asks me to im him. Yet, pride holds me back. Besides, the past screams to be left behind. Who wants to still hear my tales of terror and horror?

It was yet another uneventful day. Dim sum at Peony Restaurant. Dull. We got two plates of the fried milk though. Then off to help my grandmother use her computer. Broken chinese isn't that helpful toward patience. Sleep. Peace. Geore Foreman Mean, Lean Grilling Machine. FAT JUICY MEAT! Sleep. Get to see Channing punch himself. :)