I love community colleges, especially City College of San Francisco

I just signed up for a massage class - 6 sessions for $110

The continuing education department also offers classes in cooking, guitar playing, painting, mosiac making.

Gotta love it. Keep education alive!

I really like
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Messages posted on Craigslist.org in various cities:

PHONE POLE
They called me "Phone Pole" at Yale

For those of you too dumb to get into an Ivy League college, and thus get the clever allusion, they called me Phone Pole because my penis was widely known to be huge, nearly as big as a telephone pole, but not quite so splintery.

A lot has changed in my life since those halcyon days in New Haven. Back then I could cram a whole pie down my throat at Naples, chase it with two pitchers of beer and still have enough vigor to nail two Albertus Magnus girls and a roommate's kid sister from Hampshire before bed. Now I work too much, cocaine has sapped some of my virility, and my life is generally without purpose. But I still have a gargantuan cock, and my stamina, though no longer superhuman, still rivals that of most porn stars.

Here's what I need: A gorgeous young girl with supple hips, a lush mouth, and mysteriously low self-esteem. You look great wearing rags, yet you worry constantly about your appearance. Your ass is a finely sculpted work of art, but in your mind it's grotesquely massive. For the past several months you've been telling yourself, "everything would be better for me if I could just find a Yale man." If you've gotten so desperate that you're considering dating that Harvard dweeb your cousin knows, then we're a match.

Here's what you get: Me. In all my glory. I am six feet two inches tall. I graduated from Yale. If I chose to marry you (which I won't) the Times would carry the announcement. I make ungodly sums of money. You will get to spend a smallish (but not insignificant portion) of that money, at your leisure. All you have to do for it is submit to my every carnal whim, on my schedule. This means, when I say, "I want a blow job" I'm really saying, "I WANT A BLOW JOB NOW!" I am far too refined to phrase things that way in conversation, but I do feel the need to clarify the issue from the outset.

Send me your picture and tell me why you deserve me. Perhaps we'll chat.

RE: J. LO AND BEN AFFLECK
Date: 2003-08-12, 2:37AM

This used to be a beautiful world.

Jennifer, I remember when I wasn't subjected to looking at your face 8 hours of my 12 hour awake life. Ah yes, In Living Color. That's when we first met. There you were for a good 1.5 minute dancing away among many, somewhat camouflaging yourself among the Fly Girls. Then you became aware of me. You started to appear on the screen when I was sitting in the movie theater. It was the beginning of a beautiful relationship. A year later, Selena came out. You spent more time with me but we were still cool. La Familia, The Cell . . . wow, our relationship just moved forward with a vengeance! Angel Eyes, Out of Sight, Maid in Manhattan...all right, getting a little tired of seeing your face. I started desiring my space and no matter how politely I asked for it, you just didn't listen. A nightly appearance on Extra and Access Hollywood spelled the demise of our once-sweet courtship.

You couldn't handle the breakup well and decided to immerse yourself in highly publicized relationships, forcing me to spend night after night changing the channel in a vain effort to avoid seeing your face. Admittedly, when you and Puffy were arrested in New York, I was happy. But no...you came out of it. Okay, I decided that I was no longer going to be bitter about it and move on. You still wanted to be a part of my life.

Then you had to do it again. You got with Ben Affleck. Oh yeah, you sought your vengeance on me. I see you everywhere now. I get onto cnn.com and you or your precious Benny are on there.

Jennifer, this is the last time. You need to get over me. Please! Go away...give me my freedom. I have come to loathe you. Where I was once rooting for your success, I now secretly hope for your termination. Go away J Ho. It's over.

Tonight was fun.

I had dinner with 5 attractive women; one of which is my fiancee.

Alicia, my good friend from college was in town from SoCal for a baby shower.
I actually met Chi, my landlord, through Alicia.

Alicia and Chi know each other from residency.
The other two women were Kayla and Helen.

Kayla also went to residency with Alicia and Chi.
Helen and Kayla met as bridesmaid.
Helen is currently studying to be clinical psychologist

We had dinner at Le Colonial

Anna have dessert and appetizers at Le Colonial.

Surprisingly, I had to change my reservations 3 times; Each time, the people at Le Colonial were accommodating.
On Thursday, I was a bit taken back with the reservation policy at The Last Supper Club.

If you cancel within a 24 hour period, they charge with $10 a person; I made reservations for 6 people.


Dinner was very good at Le Colonial. Nothing was overdone.


Last night we had dinner at Baraka, the lastest entry on the 18th Street and Connecticut area.

Nice ambience. But the Monkfish tangine was too salty. What the hell is going on with all new Nouveau cuisines going
small plates. The deep fried , stuff dates was very good though.

Apparently the restaurant is owned by the same person who owns Chez Papa and Chez Mama.

$40 for 4 small plates

What turned us off the most? We sat at the bar; we had recycled bread.
The bread we had broken off pieces. NOT COOL.

BTW, I HATE CHEZ PAPA. it's overpriced. I'd rather eat at Chez Spenser

I GOT ENGAGED THIS WEEKEND!!

with the help of Google AdWords... and Blogger!!

WOO HOO!

Anna said "YES!"

>From: Dennis Domingo
>To:
>Subject: "I'm Feeling Lucky"
>Date: Fri, 5 Sep 2003 15:19:32 -0700 (PDT)
>
>This weekend will be a special one for me.
>
>I've decided to propose to Anna.
>
>So what I'm showing you is a precursor.
>
>Here's my two ways I'll be proposing.
>
>1. Anna loves crossword puzzles.
> So I made her one. But she especially loves
> NY Times crossword puzzles. I'm going to tell her
>that I downloaded from the internet
>
> here's what it looks like.
> See if you can solve the puzzle..
>
>http://www.geocities.com/bigmango/mytest4.html
>
>2. You Google! I google. Anna googles. Anna even
>makes an effort to click on AdWord Ads on the right
>hand side of the search results because she knows that
>Google makes money on those ads.
>
>Well... go to Google.com and search for "Anna Hui"
>
>You'll see my ad.
>
>you should get this link
>http://www.google.com/search?hl=en&ie=UTF-8&oe=UTF-8&q=Anna+Hui&btnG=Google+Search
>
>When you click on the ad... it should take you to
>another Google server - Blogger / BlogSpot.
>
>Google was kind enough to do this for me.. free of
>charge.
>
>I'm going to have one of her sisters send her email
>tonite.. in regards to some strange link with her
>name. :)
>
>Conveniently, I'll have my laptop checking my email.
>I'll then ask if she wants to check her yahoo!
>account.
>
>
>anyways.. i haven't proposed yet. So it's a secret
>until then. But by Sunday for sure I should be an
>engaged man...
>
>
>I'm feeling lucky.
>
>dd
>

Las Vegas.


It's becoming the place to be.

My friend Steve just emailed me to tell me that he's losing his job, because his company, financialaid.com is moving from San Diego to go to Vegas.

old friends Ronn and Saul are already there... working long hours ... like sweat shop workers.

Ronn tells me that it's a nice place to visit, but you don't want to live there.

I can just imagine. What kind of culture does it have?

This weekend... was quite fun. and it went so quicky.

Friday: stayed home
Saturday: took Anna to her GRE test
went furniture shopping with Anna's sisters Lily and Vickie

I took them to 9th street stores. All they really wanted was Asian inspired stores
like Kim3 http://www.kim3.com/ and Big Pagoda http://www.bigpagoda.com

After we left them , Anna and I wandered into Hayes valley. Going through the sale rack..
I found some really cool shirts. too bad I didn't fit into a small.
anyways i bought 2 shirts; one with bamboo prints, the other is a pullover. very non traditional and non BR like.
I also found another pair of jeans
Sunday:
I went to church with my father at Mission San Jose.
Next I went to the farmer's market. bought some corn ... and some watermelon.
went to back to my mom's place... which a horrible clutter mess.

I then attended Anna's friend's BBQ at Fremont's Lake Elizabeth area.
AS usually, my love for the grill had me grilling up chicken. I was born to BBQ.
Next we were back at my mom's eating BBQ.

we cleaned up a bit.

I can't understand why I needed to be there to clean up.

next we went to Anna's parent's place.

eat dinner


Monday:

went to see Chagall at the MOMA. it was awesome. also saw Phillipe Guston.

dd

September 1.

What? Are you serious?

Every year after age 25, the years seem to accelerate.

I remember new years eve.. Caryn , Samantha, Anna and I partied at Ozumu's... watch the fireworks at Embarcadero, then proceeded to some sports bar and ended the night at Dennis Yang's my old boss at CNET.

Now... 8 full months have come and gone.


So many changes in my life...



No more CNET, --- just Google

No more Java programming --- just working with some pretty account managers and having free lunch everyday.

life is good.