Sunday, March 30, 2003
Mood:
Cold
Music: My Sassy Girl OST - I Believe
Oh yeah....I bought a hazelnut steamer and a slice of New York Cheesecake at Starbucks last night. My total turned out to be $6.66. Eeep. Maybe that would explain the freaky bird.
Cindy blabbed at 06:25 p.m. |
Sunday, March 30, 2003
Mood: Cold
Music: Gypsy Kings - Volare
It's a sunny day, and I'm eating McDonald's
with Deran outside. While we're casually chatting, something suddenly brushes my hair, and I see this hideous bird grazing Deran's face. Deran and I appropriately freak out.
The bird hops away, and we continue with our munching and chatting. Then the cursed bird comes back. Deran stares down the bird. The bird stares back. He pretends to throw food at the bird so that it'll go away. I try throwing leftover lettuce so that it'll go for the lettuce instead of trying to umm...attack us again. The bird ignores the lettuce, but for some reason it'd follow the direction of Deran's fake throws. Stupid bird. Anywho, so the bird goes away for a while. But then the bird flies back, and hops onto a table behind Deran.
Deran: Ohhhh crap.....it's right behind me.
Bird: *inches closer*
Deran: Noooo....it's getting closer...
Bird: *puffs feathers*.....*SQUAWK*
Deran: GAHHHH!! What's it doing to me?!?!
That's when I suggested that maybe we should finish up our lunch so that we can leave and do away with the freaky bird. Needless to say, we gobbled up our lunch pretty quickly. I'm just glad that I've never seen Alfred Hitchcock's movie "The Birds". ^ ^;;
On a lighter note: man, I love creme savers. But soft creme savers?!?! Good god, that's heaven packaged into a teeny little wrapper. These things are just plain yummy. ^_^
Cindy blabbed at 06:01 p.m. |
Friday, March 28, 2003
Mood:
Mellow
Music: Utada Hikaru - Hikari
Yech. Most people take the corner of their shirt and wipe their glasses. Others might find a sink and run some water over the lenses before wiping them off with a tissue. Today I saw a girl LICK her lenses, and then proceeded to wipe them with a cloth. Gross. Just plain gross. >_<
W00t! I'm a fruit-eating lab monkey!
Cindy blabbed at 04:01 p.m. |
Thursday, March 27, 2003
Mood:
Trapped
Music: Gary Jules - Mad World
Ugh.....last "boo-freakin'-hoo" post for a while. I promise. The next time I feel the need to bitch, I'll take it somewhere else.
At any rate.....Cindy Wang, R.Ph. Sounds promising. I'd have a respectable job, good working hours, and a kickass starting salary. Too bad I can't seem to make myself want that position. Good god, I didn't suddenly think "HEY! I wanna be a PHARMACIST!" one day and decided to be a pre-pharm major. I've been looking through sites about pharmaceutical professions and the such, just looking for something that can appeal to me. No dice. I feel like a spoiled brat ranting on like this, but the more I think about being a pharmacist, the more I start to think that maybe it's not what I want to do. Actually, let me correct that. I already KNOW that I don't truly want to be a pharmacist, but frankly, I really don't have much of a choice. My parents are already quite keen on the idea of me being a pharmacist. Hell, they're the ones who suggested the idea in the first place...it's obviously something that they want. As much as I'd like to break out and do what I want to, there's 3 reasons why I won't:
1)It's a little too unrealistic to go off and train to be a cartoonist or a food critic.
2) Mom and dad would be nothing short of disappointed and disheartened if I switched to anything else.
3) Frankly, I really don't know what other major I could switch to.
This is reality here. People just don't get what they want all the time. Go ask your parents what they REALLY wanted to do when they were young. Chances are it's not what they're doing now. My dad wanted to be a journalist. He's a chemical engineer. My mom wanted to be an artist. She became a teacher. I need to drill one vital fact into my head: you can't always get what you want.
I'm really hoping that if I get a job at a pharmacy this summer, I'll find something to like about it. If I don't, then things are going to be quite ugly for me in the long run.
Cindy blabbed at 09:36 p.m. |
Thursday, March 27, 2003
Mood:
Hungry
Music: Dynamite Hack - Boyz 'n da Hood
I want cookies. That is all.
Cindy blabbed at 12:18 a.m. |
Wednesday, March 26, 2003
Mood:
Good
Music: Incubus - Aqueous Transmission
Blargh...slap me the next time I make a "boo-freakin'-hoo" post like the last one. No one wants to read about that kinda crap. :-/
But anywho...anyone who has any remote interest in the US-Iraq War should click here. It's a clip from a talk radio station in Seattle...the man speaking came from Iraq, the woman is a spokesperson for United for Peace and Justice. Listen and learn. :P
Anywho....I've had a good day overall....went to Barnes & Noble with Deran after class, got myself a Tazoberry with cream, and read 148 pages out of my favorite comic book. But alas, all good things come to an end sometime or another...time to get to work.
Cindy blabbed at 07:55 p.m. |
Tuesday, March 25, 2003
Mood: Disappointed
Music: Franz Schubert - Auf dem Wasser zu Singer
The mood says it all. I'm disappointed with people, with work, and above all, I'm disappointed with myself. Studying for hours results in a flunking grade. Doing favors for people results in them taking advantage of me in the future. Trying to make my parents proud only results in making them feel dismayed. I'm sick of putting in extensive amounts of my time and energy for shitty results. Sometimes my best just isn't enough. I thought I'd be used to that by now.
...
I'm just going to stop myself before this turns into one of those freakin' annoying "oh help, my world is crumbling and I need a hug" entries.
Cindy blabbed at 01:12 p.m. |
Sunday, March 23, 2003
Mood:
Productive
Music: Austin Powers OST - Theme
W00t....finished my physics lab writeup before dinner. I'm such a good little girl. *halo glows* ^_^
Gahhhh....I feel like a 70 year old. My back hurts like a mofo and my legs feel like little tanks of lactic acid. The cause of all this pain? Broomball.
You'd never think about how much hockey can change once you take away the skates and pucks and replace them with shoes and balls. Two words: hella fun. Fun to play, and fun to watch. What's more amusing than a bunch of people scrambling across the ice for a blue rubber ball that easily rolls around? It's like watching a bunch of sumo wrestlers struggling to race across a swimming pool for a plate of sushi, while some five-year-old easily floats by and snatches the sushi way before those heavyweights get halfway across the pool.
Speaking of sushi, why does it have to be so damned good?? I can't resist it, regardless of the high pricing. Oy vey. Most girls blow their money on clothes and other more useful things. One day my bank account will be ruined by raw fish and wasabi.
Cindy blabbed at 06:18 p.m. |
Friday, March 21, 2003
Mood:
Bored
Music: Our Lady Peace - If You Believe
A VERY cool video. Watch it. You won't regret it.
Cindy blabbed at 12:25 a.m. |
Wednesday, March 19, 2003
Mood:
Surprised
Music: Limp Bizkit - Rollin'
Whoa....never thought it would happen again, but it did. Once again, someone has run into my site while doing a search for "kingdom-hearts sex-pictures". This time it was a yahoo search instead of a google search. Eep.
What's even stranger is that I'm number six on the list of results. Oy vey. >_<
At any rate, off to class I go.
Cindy blabbed at 11:25 a.m. |
Tuesday, March 18, 2003
Mood:
Blank
Music: Stephen Speaks - Passenger Seat (acoustic)
Wow.....this song is amazing. Many many many thanks to Deran for introducing me to it. ^_^
Anywho....so President Bush has given Saddam Hussein 48 hours to leave Iraq, or we'll go to war. That pretty much means we're going to war. Geez, there's no freakin' way that Saddam will leave Iraq. Blargh. I know Bushy-poo wouldn't run off to Canada if Saddam told him to leave the US in 2 days...why the hell would Saddam do the same? Oh well.
As for war.....I think I've got a more neutral standing for it, but slightly leaning towards anti-war, just because I'm a sucker for peace like that. I don't want war, but after having a talk with my buddy Mason, I can see the reasons why we need to take action...Iraq's been dodging our inspections for 12 years, and they've been violating UN treaties as well, so we have reason to believe that they're hiding something. This is more of a "preventive war", if anything...attacking Iraq before they do any further damage on the rest of the world with their biological and chemical weapons. On the other hand, everyone knows that war is going to have its ugly side. People will die, soldiers may come back traumatized, and the homefront will definitely be affected. I just watched Grave of the Fireflies over spring break, and that movie always reminds me of the horrors that war brings to the civilians. It's not fair to destroy the lives of those who have nothing to do with the decisions of their leaders.
You know, I've always thought "Wow, I wish I could go back to the times of WWII...I'd love to see what things were like back then." Now that my chance has come, I realize that we don't live in a society where everyone's gung-ho American and patriotic like they were back in the 1930's. I just hope that everything turns out for the better.
Cindy blabbed at 12:49 a.m. |
Monday, March 17, 2003
Mood:
Tired
Music: New Found Glory - That Thing You Do (cover)
Oh, and happy flippin' St. Patty's Day. *devious grin* Don't forget to wear green and chase little people around. Blargh....I need to sleep. G'nite!
Cindy blabbed at 01:21 a.m. |
Monday, March 17, 2003
Mood: Sleepy
Music: New Found Glory - The Minute I Met You
I'm a sucker for British, Irish, and Scottish accents. Give me a guy with an accent and I'll fall to his feet. It's amazing how a British accent will magnify a guy's looks instantly. My chem lab TA isn't the greatest looking guy in the world. He's got a wrinkly forehead, and kind of a big nose....but the fact that he's got a British accent elevates him to "undeniably cute" level. He talks about topics that would bore anyone to tears, but just because he's got the British accent, people listen. It amused me to no end to hear him say "schedule" the British way. Billy Boyd (aka Pippin from Lord of the Rings) is absolutely adorable. Jude Law is freakin' gorgeous. Accents have a huge effect.
On the other hand, while an accent can suck me in, it can just as easily turn me off. If a guy has a heavy Chinese FOB accent, I don't think I could date him for very long. He could have a heart like Gandhi's, a brain like Einstein's, and looks like Russell Wong's, but if I have to hear him say "Oh yah, Wee-zah is good band. Do you wan to or-dah flied lice?", I'd pull my hair out.
Anywho, there really wasn't much of a point to this entry. But I guess if a FOB wants to date me, he'd have to run off to England for a couple of years first.
Cindy blabbed at 01:15 a.m. |
