Saturday, August 13, 2005
Mood: Gloomy
Music: Chantal Kreviazuk - Leaving On a Jet Plane

There's something reassuring about the fact that my best friend refused to say "goodbye" to me, but rather, he said "I'll see ya around." But it still doesn't change the fact that I'm not there in Austin. :(

Goodbye, Austin. You've treated me well.

Cindy blabbed at 12:54 a.m. |

Thursday, August 11, 2005
Mood: Amused
Music: Oasis - Acquiesce

Me: Yeah, my lips have been really dry lately.
Him: Don't pick at it...you know what you need to do? Put on a bitchload of chapstick at night and --
Me: Wait wait....did you just say "bitchload"?
Him: Yes! You put on a BITCHload of chapstick before you go to bed, and then you leave it.
Me: Not a crapload...
Him: ...but a bitchload.
Me: Hahaha....ok, just making sure
Him: Why?
Me: I dunno, I just wouldn't expect you to say "bitchload"

This guy's possibly one of the nicest people you'll ever meet. He's got a bit of a vulgar streak in him, but something about hearing him say "bitchload" out of nowhere made me chuckle. :P

Cindy blabbed at 11:04 a.m. |

Wednesday, August 3, 2005
Mood: Chillin'
Music: Gorillaz - DARE

Two messages from two separate people:

A message through AIM: i really do miss having you around :-(
A message on my facebook wall: I'm hungry, let's hit Tapioca Butt or Madam Spank. I miss the old days...I miss my best friend :(

Worry not, my friends....I'm back in Austin. And I'll be hanging around here until I move out of my apartment. :D

Anyway...I recently discovered one of my biggest fears. No, it's not an animal. It's not an environmental setting either (ie. the dark, heights). But it IS a tangible item. Can you guess what it is?

Wait for it....



HAIR. Specifically wet hair. Even more specifically, wet hair that is anywhere other than on a human body/whatever animal it came from.

I'm okay with dry hair. If there's a huge load of dry hair on the ground, I'm fine with picking it up and throwing it in the trash. But when it's a nasty, gnarled, twisted, knotted bunch of WET hair on the side of a sink, I recoil with disgust and become a whimpering little idiot. And I stay as far away from it as possible. I'll either wait for it to dry so that I can clean it later, or I'll get someone else to pick it up. There are few things that disgust me to the point where I come close to feeling nauseous, but nasty bunches of wet hair gross me out to no end. I fear clogged shower drains. A close second would be bandaids at the bottom of public swimming pools. Argh...gross gross gross.

I guess it's not a fear so much that it's more of a "gross out" factor. But it still makes me want to rock back and forth in a corner, so I guess it kinda counts? Ugh...just writing that description in the above paragraph made me shudder a little. Anyway, talk to me people....tell me what scares/grosses you out the most. :P

Cindy blabbed at 09:03 p.m. |

Wednesday, July 27, 2005
Mood: Informative
Music: Supreme Beings of Leisure - Catch Me

A conversation on AIM with my roommate Tiff:

****Tiff: Best secluded spot to get nookie on?
Abandoned classroom
31%
Science lab
9%
In the greenhouse
9%
Nice bathrooms
9%
Secluded? Who cares, let's do it anywhere!
43%

****Tiff: hahahaha
****Tiff: for UT
SilverDragon129: SCIENCE LAB?!?!
SilverDragon129: WHAAAAT?!?!
SilverDragon129: do they know what kind of SHIT is in there??
****Tiff: HAHAHAHA
SilverDragon129: chemicals, bacteria, ungodly specimens
****Tiff: smells?
SilverDragon129: yeeeeeah
SilverDragon129: OH DEAR LORD
SilverDragon129: the smells of ESB
SilverDragon129: hooooly crap
SilverDragon129: how can anyone get it on with that terrible odor?!?!
****Tiff: hahaha
****Tiff: I DONT KNOW???
SilverDragon129: that's disgusting
SilverDragon129: aughhhhh
SilverDragon129: and what about the dangers of broken glass?
SilverDragon129: and other contaniminated equipment??
SilverDragon129: it's a biohazard waiting to happen
SilverDragon129: oh good lord, I would NOT be happy to know that I caught Hep C because someone did it on my workbench
****Tiff: hahaha
****Tiff: HAHAHA ewwwwwwwwwwww!
****Tiff: EWWWWWWWWW!

Ewww indeed. To all UT students...please practice safe sex and DON'T do it in a science lab. Having acid burns on your ass would simply be too embarrassing to explain. And to the rest of you innocent science students at UT....now you'll have another reason to wipe down your lab bench before you start working. :P

Cindy blabbed at 05:13 p.m. |

Wednesday, July 20, 2005
Mood: Chipper 'n trigger happy
Music: Coldplay - The Hardest Part

I'm one step closer to being a full-blown Texan. I've been playing with things that go boom.

Yes, that's a real gun. Is it loaded? That's for me to know and you to guess. ;)

I went to a shooting range yesterday! At this particular range, ladies get free gun rentals on Mondays in addition to having half-price admission. So a group of friends and I decided to take advantage of that. In the days before I went to the shooting range, I had a flat tire, banged up the left side of my car, and I had an allergic reaction to a housecat, so I was ready to shoot something by then. Don't get me wrong, I'm for gun control and everything, but I'm starting to see why Texans love their guns so much. There's something....empowering about having a gun in your hands. By the end of the session, I wanted to try bigger guns. Me likey boom-boom, me likey boom-boom!! Isn't that terrible? And menacing? And somewhat awesome?

But seriously, there's something therapeutic about shooting a gun in a controlled environment. I don't think I could ever own a gun myself, but at least I'll know where to go if I ever say that I need to shoot something. :P

Cindy blabbed at 12:21 a.m. |

Thursday, July 14, 2005
Mood: Disturbed
Music: Travis - Walking in the Sun

Woohoo, I'm back in Austin! I never thought I'd be so happy to drive on these crappy roads. :D

Anyway....this is extremely creepy to me. In a conversation with my sister about this:

SilverDragon129: holy shit
SilverDragon129: that's....creepy O_O
***Katie: Yeah, it is
***Katie: it's like one of those crazy experiments that you'd expect to go wrong in some horror movie
SilverDragon129: yeah, no kidding O_O
***Katie: where you end up with psycho immortal dogs that go on a rampage and kill the world
SilverDragon129: ahahaha

I wouldn't know if I'd be happy or just plain creeped out if I knew someone who was dead for 3 hours and then brought back to life. I'd probably be having coffee with that person and then I'd blurt out something stupid like "Umm...weren't you dead for 3 hours??" I think what would be even scarier is if they casually replied with "Oh yeah...that. Well, I'm fine now....but I've got a huge craving for someone's medulla oblongata. Hey, are you gonna use that packet of sugar for your latte?" It's almost like a bad RPG/horror movie come true.

Cindy blabbed at 03:30 p.m. |

Saturday, July 9, 2005
Mood: Lazy
Music: Coldplay - Twisted Logic

Just a quick question: Does anyone know if James Avery makes charm rings? They're known for their charm bracelets, but could I get a ring with a charm on it? Just wondering.

Anyway, I think whoever programs the ad-bots on CNN.com needs to rethink how they scan the pages to make the links:

If you're wondering what the original article was, it was a story about how a female gorilla in a zoo wasn't bonding with her test-tube baby. It was kind of a sad story, but selling newborn babies at Shopping.com?? That's just wrong, folks. :P

Cindy blabbed at 01:50 p.m. |

Tuesday, July 5, 2005
Mood: Contemplative
Music: Muse - Butterflies & Hurricanes

Seven years ago, before my grandfather passed away, one of my older cousins (who is half Chinese) decided that he wanted to find out more about the Chinese side of his family. So he sat down with my grandfather with a tape recorder, and interviewed my grandpa with my dad acting as an interpreter. Just a few days ago, I decided to listen to this recording. And now I regret never getting to know my grandfather better.

It seems that every grandparent has their story about walking for miles on end to get to school, but I never imagined that my grandfather would have had to walk up to 60 miles just to travel between his work and his home. I never knew that he couldn't afford to go to school beyond elementary school, and that he educated himself by requesting that he be paid in books when he started working after he finished primary school. I never knew that through his determination and his self-education, he was able to open his own business to support his family.

I never considered myself to be a smart person, but my parents sure as hell knew how to push me to work hard. Now I see where my family's steadfast work ethic comes from.

I'm sorry I never got to know you better, grandpa. But I'm determined to carry on your legacy of hard work and perseverance. I promise I'll make you proud.

Cindy blabbed at 08:06 p.m. |

Sunday, July 3, 2005
Mood: Bored
Music: Lifehouse - You and Me

So I was bored, and I was surfing around on the cursed world of xanga, when I came across a pretty good blogging idea:

"Write 5 paragraphs about 5 people and never reveal the identity of the people you are writing about."

Huh....looks like there ARE some good ideas floating around on xanga, haha. Anywho, I realize that this entry would exclude readers who don't know me personally, but I promise I'll have a more random-reader-friendly entry next time. Take a stab at who each of the people are if you want, but I'll never tell on this blog. ;)

1) I often describe him as "the annoying little brother that I never had", even though he's older than me. This guy has never let me down in the 2 years that I've known him. He's always been there to lend an ear when I've had tough times, and likewise, I'll be there if he ever runs into trouble. He's brutally honest, but that's part of why I value his opinions so much, because I can count on him to tell me the truth, whether I like it or not. He's fiercely loyal, and even though he's had his tough times, he always seems to pull through. I've missed this guy a ton since I left Austin. He's definitely a friend who's worth more than his weight in gold.

2) Quite possibly the only person I could say I really HATE. I've disliked plenty of people, but this is the only person that I've lost every last shred of respect for. I can usually find SOME respect in people of her age, regardless of how they have treated me...mainly because I'd like to think that anyone who's at least 30 years older than me deserves some respect. But she definitely broke the mold for that one. She's shown me everything that I wouldn't want to be. Selfish, a bigot, a hypocrite, and borderlining on fanatical-Christian, this is one person where I wouldn't wish her presence upon anyone.

3) Although I was never close friends with this person in high school, I'd definitely say that we've become close friends in the past few years, even if we've never actually said so. This person has put up with me for 2 years straight, and is always there to help out without fail. We share many of the same habits, and we're both clean freaks to the point where we gasp in horror at even the sight of a messy room on TV. I think it's safe to say that this person is someone that I can talk about everything and nothing with, which leads to lots of time-wasting. :) This person keeps me in check whenever it's needed, and I'm sure to do the same when this person needs it as well. Lucky for me, this person is also in Houston right now, so we still have the chance to hang out, but I'll definitely miss this person when they return to Austin for school. I'll be sure to keep in touch if this person is ever back in Houston, and maybe we'll meet again when we've embarked on our respective careers in the health professions. :)

4) This fellow Family Guy quoter has definitely helped me out in times of need. Although I regret having met this person right before I had to leave for Houston for good, I definitely enjoyed the time that I had to spend with this person. It's been a long time since I've met someone that I could laugh about everything and nothing with, so it was definitely refreshing to meet someone who shares the same strange/retarded sense of humor that I've got. Unfortunately, the parallel senses of humor also led to lots of time-wasting, but I'm not complaining. :) The fact that I can bake with this person is definitely an added bonus. It's been a pleasure laughing, talking, and baking with this person....sometimes all you need in life is good company paired with good food. :) I've missed this person along with person #1, and I'll be sure to visit if I'm ever in Austin.

5) At first I couldn't think of a 5th person to write about anonymously, but I finally thought of someone, and this person will most likely never know about this blog. I'm not even sure if this person remembers me. I only met this person for a few short hours in a hospital, but this person has shown more courage and love than most other people that I've met in my life. The amount of care and devotion that this person puts in for the people that matter to this individual amaze me to no end, and I can only hope to be able to do the same in the future. Through thick and thin, this person has shown complete and unconditional love, regardless of the situation at hand. I can't even begin to imagine how I'd deal with the things that this person has been through, which is exactly why this person became a role model to me in such a short period of time. I doubt that I'll ever meet this person again, but I sincerely hope for the best for this individual and more.

Start guessing, folks. I could be writing about YOU. :)

Cindy blabbed at 09:10 p.m. |

Friday, July 1, 2005
Mood: Surprised
Music: Muse - Falling Away With You

*WARNING*: Vegetarians, vegans, and any people who don't like the idea of eating meat may want to stray away from the following entry.

I need to get some more fun stories out of my parents. I just discovered that my dad's a rabbit murderer.

It turns out that before I was even born, my parents were living in our old house in Buffalo, NY. And there was this rabbit that would come in and eat all of my parents' vegetables out of their gardens. So one day my dad was sitting out on the patio when he spotted this pesky rodent chowing down on his hard-earned veggies...so he picked up one of his heavy work boots and chucked it at the rabbit. This rabbit must've been a little slow in the head, because it jumped TOWARDS the boot (which had steel toes), got clunked in the head mid-air, and well...it died. R.I.P. Pesky Bunny.

BUT....the story gets better! It turns out that my grandmother was living with my parents at the time. My grandma was your typical sweet and gentle grandmother, who always spoke with a smile and walked with a shuffle. You know what she did with the rabbit? She took it and freakin' deep fried it! If that doesn't scream "kickass grandma", I dunno what does. Now THAT'S what I call being resourceful. :D

[EDIT]: Speaking of eating rabbits....only YOU can save Toby!!

Cindy blabbed at 08:24 p.m. |

Monday, June 27, 2005
Mood: Mellow
Music: Ben Folds - Not The Same

Bleh...to this day, I still hate pitas.com's archiving system. Something about the fact that it basically wipes out my previous entries still freaks me out. O_o;;

Anywho, on to business:
Bad: Discovering that a buncha punks in your neighborhood egged your car. *grumble*
Good: Finding a friendly note on your windshield from an old friend. :)

Good: Having visitors from out of town!
Bad: Having said visitors leave. :(

So anyway...today's blogging topic is going to be genetics. Sometimes they're a blessing, sometimes they're a curse. As for my genes, I've got the following situations:

The Good:

• My dad's tolerance for alcohol. Being a petite asian girl, most people think I'd pass out from sniffing a bottle of wine. I won't mention how much I can take, but I kind of like the idea that people can't toss alcohol at me and expect me to become a blubbering idiot after one drink.
• My mom's metabolism. I'm EXTREMELY thankful for this one, and hopefully it won't wear out for a while. *knocks on wood* My dad's got a belly. My mom doesn't. My mom claims that she's getting fat, but I say she's looking great for a woman her age. Why do I love food so much, without worrying that I'll turn into a Stay-Puft Marshmallow? I think I've got my mom to thank. :)

The Bad:

• My dad's skin. I've got eczema, meaning my skin gets really REALLY dry and itchy. Not very comfortable.
• My mom's sense of direction. As much as I'd like to believe that direction sense isn't genetic, I can't imagine where else I'd get this horrible direction sense.

The Hopeful:
Stuff that I hope I'll get in the future.

• My mom's aging genes. In my opinion, my mother is definitely one of those women who age well. I can only hope to look something like her at her age. :P
• My mom's childbirth genes. This is probably TMI, but all the women on my mom's side of the family seem to have REALLY fast childbirth times. You hear about women being in labor for days on end....my mom's family seem to pop out the babies in less than an hour. O_o;;

WTF happened?!
The stuff where I'm not sure what went wrong.

• Body hair. I'm not super-hairy or anything....just as much as any other girl. The problem? MY MOM IS COMPLETELY HAIRLESS. She's never had to shave her legs or her armpits in her life. Why couldn't I have gotten those genes, dammit??
• My terrible eyesight. My dad wears glasses, but his vision is still better than mine. My mom's vision is near-perfect. Meanwhile, my vision is so bad that if I didn't know that there's always a huge letter "E" at the top of an eyechart, I wouldn't be able to tell you what it is. So what gives? The gods hate me.

Anywho, I'm just glad that I've got SOME good genes in me. Otherwise I'd have to curse every single DNA molecule in my body, and then pity my own future children. :P

Cindy blabbed at 05:55 p.m. |