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spam (an animated .gif of a “blue screen,” complete with a blinking cursor and an active “OK” button (hahahaha), that says that when i’m online the pictures i look at and urls i go to might be recorded on my computer! oh heavens no! whatever shall i do!). wonder how many stupid people have actually clicked it. wonder how many people look at their caches and think “MALICIOUS HACKERS ARE SPYING ON ME!”

class, academic counselor, class, leftovers, chatted online with hsiao, class, class, waited in line for forty minutes at ned’s to return poetry book because i ordered another online, dinner at “the old tea house” which used to be wall berlin with sharon, ruby, ruby’s boyfriend david, and ray, member of cindy’s england clique, little bookstore on bancroft next to “musical offerings.”

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    1. hell no. it’s a “chain”–there are 5 or so locations listed on the back of the menu in college towns around the US i think. everything looks very modern and polished. there are at least three, maybe more, TVs in each part of the restaurant (the one in the back is really big), and there is always a generic asian pop video playing. all asian pop videos are exactly the same. they all have the same “washed out” look, where everything is in muted whites and blues and the frames are all too bright. the girls all look the same too. they look wistful and have long hair. all the songs sound the same too. they are ballads about “i will marry you,” or “why did you leave me and now i am so very sad look at me i’m crying.” yeah so the absurd number of gigantic TVs they have in the tiny little place is the biggest reason they are SO not a “real authentic tea house.” they serve food. they have one of those boba machines that seal the top on (i think it does the shaking for you too and stuff). the food is kinda processed, probably, but tasty. greasy. but greasy = tasty. yeah. hehe.

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