Packing in Progress
Who hates the new facebook? ~raises hand~ The html-savvy me figured there had to be a link manipulation to preserve the old facebook and here it is:
http://apps.new.facebook.com/?fbnew_opt_out=1
It works like a charm and there's no need to deal with the organisational atrocity Facebook labelled "change". I hate how the wall imposingly clutters most of the page and how the wall itself combines my mini-feed with others' wall posts. Not to mention how my friends are all grouped together with no school network distinction and groups are not automatically viewable. As epicrauko pointed out when I visited Lville on Saturday, my peevish rant had INTJ stamped all over me.
Packing is currently under way as I spend my last night in this bloody flat for a good while. As it turned out, my aunt's officious nature in combination with the firm bond she developed with the Mendez family helped us secure a joint road trip with them. We're pitching in for gas and a car extension storage space of sorts. Tomorrow (or rather this) morning is take-off; we shall be making a pit stop in Cleveland! From there we'll drive straight to Chicago and arrive a day early.
My mum and I spent the late afternoon/evening in Manhattan so I could finally buy the digicam I've been yearning for. I didn't have any specific brand in mind so we wandered a bit until we found Circuit City and Best Buy. Before that though we made a detour to Staples for an icy pink wireless mouse (meet your nemesis, carpal tunnel) and an even more awesome detour to Kinokuniya without trying to find it! The Japanese influence was noticeable and I thought this place could be a great resource as an East Asian Studies major. The second floor carried the usual range of mangas, subtitled dramas, imported cds (Hikki, I'd be willing to endorse you if Japanese cds weren't so miffingly pricey T_T), and yes, real Lolita girls.
I finally decided on a Nikon Coolpix camera from Circuit City but not before noticing the Buddhist monks in Best Buy. I had no idea what they were doing there, but they were clad in their distinct and very pronounced orange-red robes while checking out electronics.
My mum and I also made sure to go to Chinatown for our fix of bubble tea, and primarily so I could purchase a rice cooker which I plan to, ahem, sneak into B-J. The upperclassmen were pretty unabashed in telling us how they keep coffee makers and George Foreman grills in their rooms without disciplinary repercussions. Rice is a staple in my household and will undoubtedly continue as a form of serious sustenance since the campus dining halls don't offer Saturday dinner and I can't afford to be eating out every weekend. I also discovered and bought Brazilian pudding-flavoured pocky to my delight. Glico will not stop until they've simulated every palpable flavour known to man, will they?
I had an appointment with a specialist on Monday so I can be on my jolly and merry way towards a very enlightening diagnosis. I was ready to stage a formidable front against the doctor if he thought otherwise to my medical theory. However, a wave of relief swept over me when I heard him agree because of the signature symptoms I exhibited. So, I had to return the next day for my blood test and I should be hearing the results in two weeks.
I met on Tuesday with Melanie as well. Facebook helpfully allowed me to discover a rising second-year UChi student from Newark. She's a Peruvian girl living in the Vailsburg neighbourhood, a fair distance from the Ironbound but remarkable nonetheless that Brick City has produced another UChicagoan. I know of a Nicholas Johnson who went through SEEDS like I did, but I haven't initiated contact with him. In Melanie I see plenty of the urban tendencies (the intonations and attitude) I clung to during my freshman year at Lville yet we clicked really well. We met up at the Penn Station bookstore and had lunch in Hamburgão. She was equally impressed that someone from Newark would be in the incoming class since she would always ask OMSA (Office of Multi-cultural Student Affairs) in slighted hope if there were any applicants from her hometown. Still, it didn't surprise her too much that I didn't go through the Newark public school system for high school. She graduated as valedictorian from University High, but even so, I sensed I'd be the one coming in with the superior academic background. Oh, prep school of mine, I owe you one. The conversation flowed that Melanie walked me home as we talked, and I parted with a faint longing for more questions.
Well, wish me luck. College, here I come.
http://apps.new.facebook.com/?fbnew_opt_out=1
It works like a charm and there's no need to deal with the organisational atrocity Facebook labelled "change". I hate how the wall imposingly clutters most of the page and how the wall itself combines my mini-feed with others' wall posts. Not to mention how my friends are all grouped together with no school network distinction and groups are not automatically viewable. As epicrauko pointed out when I visited Lville on Saturday, my peevish rant had INTJ stamped all over me.
Packing is currently under way as I spend my last night in this bloody flat for a good while. As it turned out, my aunt's officious nature in combination with the firm bond she developed with the Mendez family helped us secure a joint road trip with them. We're pitching in for gas and a car extension storage space of sorts. Tomorrow (or rather this) morning is take-off; we shall be making a pit stop in Cleveland! From there we'll drive straight to Chicago and arrive a day early.
My mum and I spent the late afternoon/evening in Manhattan so I could finally buy the digicam I've been yearning for. I didn't have any specific brand in mind so we wandered a bit until we found Circuit City and Best Buy. Before that though we made a detour to Staples for an icy pink wireless mouse (meet your nemesis, carpal tunnel) and an even more awesome detour to Kinokuniya without trying to find it! The Japanese influence was noticeable and I thought this place could be a great resource as an East Asian Studies major. The second floor carried the usual range of mangas, subtitled dramas, imported cds (Hikki, I'd be willing to endorse you if Japanese cds weren't so miffingly pricey T_T), and yes, real Lolita girls.
I finally decided on a Nikon Coolpix camera from Circuit City but not before noticing the Buddhist monks in Best Buy. I had no idea what they were doing there, but they were clad in their distinct and very pronounced orange-red robes while checking out electronics.
My mum and I also made sure to go to Chinatown for our fix of bubble tea, and primarily so I could purchase a rice cooker which I plan to, ahem, sneak into B-J. The upperclassmen were pretty unabashed in telling us how they keep coffee makers and George Foreman grills in their rooms without disciplinary repercussions. Rice is a staple in my household and will undoubtedly continue as a form of serious sustenance since the campus dining halls don't offer Saturday dinner and I can't afford to be eating out every weekend. I also discovered and bought Brazilian pudding-flavoured pocky to my delight. Glico will not stop until they've simulated every palpable flavour known to man, will they?
I had an appointment with a specialist on Monday so I can be on my jolly and merry way towards a very enlightening diagnosis. I was ready to stage a formidable front against the doctor if he thought otherwise to my medical theory. However, a wave of relief swept over me when I heard him agree because of the signature symptoms I exhibited. So, I had to return the next day for my blood test and I should be hearing the results in two weeks.
I met on Tuesday with Melanie as well. Facebook helpfully allowed me to discover a rising second-year UChi student from Newark. She's a Peruvian girl living in the Vailsburg neighbourhood, a fair distance from the Ironbound but remarkable nonetheless that Brick City has produced another UChicagoan. I know of a Nicholas Johnson who went through SEEDS like I did, but I haven't initiated contact with him. In Melanie I see plenty of the urban tendencies (the intonations and attitude) I clung to during my freshman year at Lville yet we clicked really well. We met up at the Penn Station bookstore and had lunch in Hamburgão. She was equally impressed that someone from Newark would be in the incoming class since she would always ask OMSA (Office of Multi-cultural Student Affairs) in slighted hope if there were any applicants from her hometown. Still, it didn't surprise her too much that I didn't go through the Newark public school system for high school. She graduated as valedictorian from University High, but even so, I sensed I'd be the one coming in with the superior academic background. Oh, prep school of mine, I owe you one. The conversation flowed that Melanie walked me home as we talked, and I parted with a faint longing for more questions.
Well, wish me luck. College, here I come.