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Girls and domain names

I read this on Big Eves' MSN nickname thingie. It says: Girls are like domain names, all the good ones are taken. Sadly, it is true. And I am still trying to find that decent domain name.

ItNow accepting Student loans has been a while since I have written anything on the old blog. I switched the Blogger beta today and finally got around to fiddling with some of the settings. So far, while I am not fully unsatisfied with the whole setup, there are still things in there that I am not so happy with.

I had a pretty lame and tame weekend. I went to a farewell thing for a co-worker. That poor bastard is going to Amsterdam. Allegedly, he will be working hard there on setting things up. I shall believe it when I see it. Usually, he's a good source of entertainment and a decent source of camera fodder. But I must say that despite staying there till about midnight, I did not get any good photographs. I went downtown instead. But here are the ones I managed to take. Sadly, I don't have even one of his.
Steve, Hieu, Viet and myself
My move to DC is slowly becoming a reality, I've picked a date to start there and a date to fly out and so forth. The enormity of the whole process is finally getting to me. I am excited, terrified, ecstatic etc at the same time. One piece of me can't wait to get out of Vancouver, another piece of me is fighting with every fibre of its being to keep me here... it is a real battle of wits.

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