[sorry -- i've been busy] .. so busy in fact, i don't think i've been sitting at my computer all that much. my friend petch, has come and gone from the UK, and in the interim, i hope i got her to fall in love with this cozy nook of the US that i've come to adore so much. had a great weekend though.. went to napa with nat, jack, and christina, and tasted wines straight out of barrels! woo! =O also took her to senior banquet, only to reunite her with oh-so-drunken josh (hahaha). made her sit through tons of speeches from people she doesn't know (thank you b *and* petch), as well as dragged her across the bay, only to witness a horrible accident on the bridge. we finally made it to bubble lounge at midnight, and well.. she thought it was worth it! it's interesting to let someone see what your life is like.. i think that's the greatest thing about visiting an old friend.. it's just living their life for a few days =)

[i'm no doctor dolittle] i have unanimously (me, me and me) decided that i will never have birds as pets. they don't seem to fluorish around me :( i remember when i was living in jakarta, my grandfather had a weakness for animals, and when we were taking a walk one day, we found one on the side of the street. so we took him or her... in! we made it a little nest *heehee*, and bought a dropper and some food, and nurtured it till it could fly away on its own. but when i got back from school one day, i went to go check up on it.. and why oh why, i was the first one to discover it frozen in position under the sun :( a similar thing happened this weekend. while walking around my future apartment complex, petch found a little bird on the sidewalk -- he (we decided to name it "peep") probably fell out of its nest, and was injured. the top of its beak was gone, and it had a little dent in its head. it spent the rest of the sunday with us, and at home, b fed it honey water and mushed cornflake.. though i imagine it missed its mommy =P it wouldn't stop cheeping! monday morning, it was still cheeping, we tried to keep feeding it, and i started calling up bird shops who might take it in. the lady who would entertain my silly story told me that the feathered baby bird probably wouldn't survive, and that i should take it to the montclair vet. i planned to do so after class. but helas. after i got back from class, there was little peep, tucked in the corner, frozen into position in a bed of tissues. sigh.

my name is diana. baby bird killer extraordinaire. :(

[trivia] who knows what YAHOO stands for? :D

[crunch time] and it begins -- the last day of college for some. the last day of school till summer for others. good luck studying everyone and drop by to say hi when you can :D