Monday, September 11, 2006
Mood: Content
Music: Snow Patrol - Chocolate

A year and a half ago, I'd never shot a real gun, never heard a major religious figure speak, never really gone clubbing, never tried wine tasting, never touched a fake boob, never visited a place that was supposed to be haunted, never made a list of 100 things that make me happy, never smoked hookah, never went to a gay pride parade, never went to a fashion show, and never visited Europe. In a span of a year and a half, I've already accomplished several things - big and small - that make me feel like I'm living my life more fully with each new experience. Which is why I still firmly believe that making a life to-do list has been one of the best things I've ever done for myself. :)

Funny how all of these new experiences happened when I thought that being in graduate school would throw me into a monotonous routine that consisted of 30% classroom time, 65% studying time, and 5% sleep. I've never been so glad to be wrong in my life. :)

Cindy blabbed at 11:41 p.m. |

Saturday, September 2, 2006
Mood: Hot...the a/c in this room is broken :(
Music: Muse - City of Delusion

I'm still convinced that everyone would stay awake and pay more attention in class if a professor wore a hotdog suit. To demonstrate this idea again, I'm just going to repost an excerpt from an old entry:

"I swear if the professors here at the University of Texas (that'd be the University of Houston now) would do just two things, everyone would pay attention just a bit more.

1. Speak in a British accent. We're all stupid Americans. Therefore, we think British accents are cool. Hell, we're all in Texas, which is just about as non-British as you can get. We'd gawk if the instructors spoke with cheezy British accents.
2. Wear a hotdog suit. Who's going to ignore a freakin' British hotdog teaching chemistry?"

Who's with me? :P

In other news, two entities have been tempting me this week, seducing me with their charms and torturing me with their unattainability:

1. GREAT concert lineups in September
2. Gay men

I don't think I need to explain the gay men much. I'd TOTALLY date some of the gay guys I've met, but uh...there's that slight complication involving sexual orientation. Dammit. The concert thing on the other hand....in a span of one week, the following bands/artists will be playing in Houston: Tool, Massive Attack, Muse, and Shakira. You have NO IDEA how tempted I was to get tickets to both Muse and Massive Attack, but I opted for only Muse, because I don't have that much time and money. :( Otherwise I'd see all four. DAMN YOU, PHARMACY SCHOOL!! Damn you for eating up my free time so that I can make ridiculous amounts of money for helping people with their medications! Double dammit.

Cindy blabbed at 11:37 a.m. |

Tuesday, August 22, 2006
Mood: Tired
Music: Massive Attack - What Your Soul Sings

Blech....I've been lazy, lazy lazy with this blog. At any rate, I came back from Europe on the 8th, with 2 shirts, random trinkets, a load of pictures, and enough memories to fill a lifetime. Pictures from the trip can be found here.
I might post up all of my stories from Europe on separate pages, but I'll have to find the time to do all that later.

At any rate, school's started. It's only the second day of school and I already feel like I've been back in class for weeks. You know how on the first day of school, the professors usually don't do much teaching, and spend more time giving an overview of the class? That didn't happen. Yesterday my professor handed out a syllabus, told us to read over it on our own time, and promptly proceeded to go into a two-hour lecture over receptors, drug agonists, and drug antagonists. This is definitely gonna be a rough year...but I'll truck on, dammit!

Oh, and today's misheard line of the day:
What I said: "People say I'm a fast typer."
What my friend heard: "People say I'm a fast diaper."

My name is Cindy, and I sponsor Pampers.

Cindy blabbed at 07:54 p.m. |

Sunday, July 16, 2006
Mood: Bouncy
Music: Coldplay - Fix You

Summer just doesn't get any better than this. :)

London, Rome, Florence, Pisa, Venice, Vienna, Prague, Munich, Zurich, Paris, Amsterdam. 11 cities, 8 countries, 3 weeks of a lifetime. I'm leaving for my plane to London tomorrow, where I'll be backpacking Europe for 3 weeks. Words can't even begin to describe how excited I am about doing this. :) My best friend tells me I'm gonna come back a changed person...as far as I'm concerned, I plan on coming back with a plethora of stories to pass on. :)

On another random note, I'm convinced more than ever that I've truly been blessed with the greatest friends a girl could have. I don't know what I did to deserve to have such great people in my life, but to all my buddies, thanks for everything. :)

To Europe!! Ciao, Europa...ti vedrò presto!

Cindy blabbed at 10:52 p.m. |

Thursday, June 29, 2006
Mood: Lazy
Music: Fiona Apple - I Know

*Sweeps away cobwebs*...anyone still here? Anyway, after neglecting this blog for oh...a good two weeks, I thought I'd come back and make a entry. You know, just in case anyone still reads this junk.

Anywhooo....so in the past couple of days, I've:

• Gone to my first gay pride parade and had a blast. The only downside is that there was a multitude of good-looking men who will NEVER be interested in me in a million years. *sigh*
• Got a picture with Captain Morgan. Some dude was dressed as Captain Morgan for a promotion and I got a picture with the Cap'n. :P
• Touched Captain Morgan's butt. But not by my own will. He was giving away t-shirts, and when he gave me one, he said "now I think you'd look beautiful in that t-shirt, my dear." I asked him if I'd get anything if I put on the t-shirt...he gave me a lost look and then said "I can give you a hug?" I replied with "A hug?? That's it?" He said "oh, this'll be a special hug." I figured I'd play along and put on the t-shirt. The thing was huge enough to be a friggin' dress on me. He grinned at me and said "See? You look gorgeous!" Then he proceeded to give me the hug, but in the process he took my hand and put it on his butt. I guess he can't accuse me of harassment if he took my hand and did it for me, right? :P
• Watched a lot of World Cup and lusted after random football players like a giddy schoolgirl. I've been watching Portugal play almost for the sole reason of seeing Cristiano Ronaldo out on the pitch. Oh mama.
• Had a lovely chat with a barista who was on break at Starbucks...this dude was two years younger than me, but told stories like he'd lived decades longer. God I love hearing stories from random people.

So otherwise, I've been chillin' and relaxing, waiting until I hop on a plane again July 17th. :) It's been a stellar summer so far...which is why I'm sure it's going to be quite a rude awakening when school starts again in August. Oy vey.

Cindy blabbed at 12:42 a.m. |

Wednesday, June 14, 2006
Mood: Relaxed
Music: Muse - New Born

I'm back from China! No, I didn't eat dog or cat, you sickos. But I DID eat a silkworm in Korea. No joke. Anyway, I've got pictures posted up in a massive post at my photoblog. Check it out if you're interested.

I'd make a longer post, but it's late, and that doesn't help much when I'm trying to get on a relatively normal sleeping schedule. I'd say I'm pretty much over the jet lag by now...anything else is just plain laziness. :P G'nite folks!

Cindy blabbed at 01:52 a.m. |

Friday, May 26, 2006
Mood: Excited
Music: A Perfect Circle - Passive

I'll be MIA for 2 weeks, because I'll be touring China con la familia. And no, I won't be eating dog. Or cat. Or will I???? Oh the mystery! :D

Cindy blabbed at 11:40 p.m. |

Thursday, May 25, 2006
Mood: Perky
Music: Muse - Feeling Good

Two new things today:

1. After years of keeping my hair long, I chopped it all off. I love the cut, but admittedly it still weirds me out sometimes, because well, I'm missing close to 9-10 inches of hair, haha.
2. I TOUCHED A FAKE BOOB!! Woohoo!!

Yes, I've finally accomplished one of the goals on my life to-do list: touch a fake boob. It happened while I was out with my friend Thomas at Two Rows. The scenario went something like this:

Thomas: Yeah, my friend over there had a boob job.
Me: Really? One of the things on my life to-do list is to touch a fake boob, but I don't know anyone with a boob job well enough to ask to touch their chest, ya know?
Thomas: Come with me.
Me: Wha?
Thomas: *takes me by the hand*...just come with me
Thomas: *to the girl with the boobs* Hi (name omitted)...this is my friend Cindy, she's shy
Me: *attempting to get away*
Thomas: *drags me back in*...anyway, one of the things that she's wanted to do is touch a fake boob.
Girl: Oh, really?
Me: *sheepishly*...yeah...
Girl: Mine are fake, you can touch mine!
Me: Really??
Girl: Yeah, go ahead!
Me: *reaches out*...

And the rest is history. *grin* I was pretty surprised...hers were actually quite nice! They looked and felt real to me...she told me there was a bag underneath there, but I didn't feel it at all. None of the "hard as rocks" business that I've heard of...she said it was because she got it done under the muscle rather than over it. I was impressed, haha. And she was a total sweetheart about it...after I was done squeezing, she exclaimed "You're so cute!" and gave me a hug. :) Not exactly the most conventional way to meet someone, but I get to cross something off of my life to-do list! Wahoo!

Cindy blabbed at 01:02 a.m. |

Monday, May 22, 2006
Mood: Lazy
Music: Sergio Mendes - Mas Que Nada (feat. Black Eyed Peas)

God it feels good to be on vacation. I've lazed around, hung out with friends, gone on road trips, and had drunken friends attempt to grab my chest. That was interesting.

Anyway, I'm too lazy to make a real update, but I will pass on a word of advice: "Never pick up a minja." More craziness can be found at askaninja.com. Hope everyone's enjoying their summer so far. :)

Cindy blabbed at 10:40 p.m. |

Tuesday, May 16, 2006
Mood: Relaxed
Music: Bill Evans - Waltz for Debby

Obvious lesson of the day: don't hit on old married women.

I was downtown in Austin last night with some friends, just out for some fun. One of our friends was drunk. Another one was just plain mischievous. They saw a taxi with a woman sitting in it...she wore glasses, had reddish hair, and looked to be somewhere in her late forties or early fifties.

Mischievous Friend dares Drunken Friend to hit on this lady. Drunken Friend, being drunk, decides to do it.

He approaches the car. He proceeds to tell the woman that she's lookin' hot tonight. Then he decides to push the envelope and ask her what he can get for $500. Then he tells her that he's just kidding, he doesn't think she's a prostitute and expresses his interest in taking her out that night. Her reply: "Sure, but my husband's sitting right here."

We see him exclaim "OH SHIT!" and scamper away from the car, while the woman laughs. We apologize profusely on Drunken Friend's behalf, and she waves to us in that "it's okay, just make sure he doesn't get into more trouble" kind of way. It's a good thing people in Austin have a sense of humor, haha.

Cindy blabbed at 12:44 a.m. |

Saturday, May 13, 2006
Mood: Lazy
Music: Coldplay - God Put a Smile On Your Face

I've added a new toy to the sidebar of this blog! A nice lil' playlist for everyone's listening enjoyment. And yes, I know that track 1 is blank...I did that on purpose so it wouldn't automatically start playing every time you guys visited this blog, since that gets annoying. And I did a bit of housecleaning with the sidebar links. Anyway, just wanted to announce these changes. :)

In other news, McDonald's gypped me with their happy meal today. I was getting my oil changed at Wal-Mart, and I had an hour to kill, so due to a lack of options, I broke my vow to never eat at McD's again...and I ordered a happy meal at the instore McD's. It came with a Build-a-Bear minibear, and it's supposed to come with the lil' heart stuffed inside. So I gave my minibear a squeeze...and I felt nothing inside. So the next logical thing to do is to squeeze him harder. Still nothing. Eventually I was practically crushing my poor mini-bear into a mush of polyester, and I STILL didn't find a heart in there. Hell, I even tried squishing the hell outta the poor dude's HEAD to find one. Alas, no heart. I'm sure other people were wondering why a goofy Asian girl was furiously squashing her happy meal toy. Damn you McDonald's, for giving me a heartless teddy bear! Your toys are just as heartless as your business owners, ya bastards.

Cindy blabbed at 02:05 a.m. |

Friday, May 12, 2006
Mood: Cheery
Music: Shakira - La Tortura

HOLY CRAP, I'M DONE WITH MY FIRST YEAR OF PHARMACY SCHOOL. And DAMN does it feel good. *grin*

So anywho...I don't go clubbing much, but I made an exception tonight, because hell, I just finished what was possibly the toughest school year I've had to deal with in a long time. Definitely a night to celebrate.

And the ONE night that I decide to go out, I ended up dancing with a one-armed man. No joke.

Here's the thing that I don't particularly like about clubs: random dudes who think it's okay to rub up against a girl without at least asking to dance or making their presence known first. I like to call them the "phantom assbombs". Because you could be minding your own business, dancing away, and then they come outta nowhere and bomb your ass. Unpleasant? Just a bit.

Fortunately, this doesn't happen to me very often, because 1) I don't go clubbing much, and 2) I'm just not cool enough to be overtly hit on like that, haha. Unfortunately, regardless of the infrequency, it's still something that can't be avoided...the good news that this issue is usually taken care of when you've got other friends to squeeze in between you and the offending phantom assbomb. But I was COMPLETELY thrown off tonight when a dude in an armsling decided to try to dance with me. Nothing says "awkward" like a dude trying to get down and dirty when he has only one working arm.

The good news about him having only one functioning arm is that it makes it easy to escape. So take that, one-armed man!! Victory is mine once again. Anyway, aside from the awkward one-armed encounter, I had a good time with some good friends. Time to crash out. Buona notte.

Cindy blabbed at 02:25 a.m. |

Tuesday, May 9, 2006
Mood: Zonked out
Music: Juanes - La Camisa Negra

The good: I made a 100 on my Pharmaceutics II final!
The bad: I still made a B in the class. Boo.
The not-so-bad: I still get to add it to my list of 100s on my life to-do list! Wahoo!

One more final to go. Then I'm FREEEEEEEEEEEEE! In the meantime, I figure I can distract the rest of you guys with this. Awesomeness to the max. :D

Cindy blabbed at 11:13 p.m. |

Saturday, May 6, 2006
Mood: Apathetic
Music: Radiohead - I Might Be Wrong

Hear ye, hear ye...I've discovered the recipe for the perfect guy! So ideally most girls want a nice guy who's also smart and good looking, right? The trick is that you need to find a guy who's nice, smart, and good looking....but started out ugly. This actually applies for girls too, but apparently lotsa dudes are fine with dating good-looking empty shells for girls, so guys, read if you're interested, ignore if you're not. :P

One of my friends pointed out this theory a little while ago...people who aren't exactly high on the looks scale develop friendly personalities, because if people can't get by based on their looks, they get by based on personality. Therefore, the ugly dudes are usually the nicer ones. In addition to that, the less good-looking ones are usually pretty smart too, because they don't have people saying "OMG YOU'RE SO HOT LEMME GIVE YOU THE ANSWERS TO ALL OF THE EXAMS". You get the picture. So you've got the smarts and the good personality covered.

So now you need to find one of these hotties-to-be, and get a fairy godmother to repeatedly stab him with her wand until he's hot. Or he could get himself some clearisil, a new wardrobe, a few trips to the gym, and maybe an eyebrow waxing or two if he's got a unibrow. Whatever works better for you. And presto! You've got yourself an Einstein/Brad Pitt nice guy hybrid.

The tricky part is that you gotta snag 'em RIGHT when they turn hot, because the moment they let their newfound hotness go to their heads, they instantly turn into the typical "good-looking jerk that deserves a swift kick to the nuts." Guys are kinda like pastries...they're best when they come fresh out of the oven. Why else are the hot ones called "studMUFFINS", huh? Har har...ok, bad analogy. I should be shot if I ever make that joke again. Blech.

So terribly unfunny analogy aside, there's your recipe for the perfect dude/girl. Find a hot guy/girl who started out ugly. But you gotta get 'em when they're fresh. It's all about timing.

Cindy blabbed at 02:01 a.m. |

Friday, April 21, 2006
Mood: Lazy
Music: Jack Johnson - Banana Pancakes

Call me the human guinea pig.

You know how in cartoons someone always seems to slip on a banana peel? I've done that before. That's already stupid enough. What makes the situation even stupider is that I did it on purpose.

Don't look at me like that. I was curious, ok?? But yes...one time, when I was a kid, I deliberately stepped on a banana peel to see if I'd really slip and fall. That question was quickly answered with a swift fall to my ass and a a bit of bruising to boot. Needless to say, yes, it turns out that banana peels DO help gravity. Just letting you guys know, ya know, in case someone happens to drop a banana peel in your path. You'll thank me for this information later in life. :P

Cindy blabbed at 09:03 a.m. |

Tuesday, April 18, 2006
Mood: Sleepy
Music: Ari Hest - Come Home

No matter how many times I do it, I still bitch about the archiving system of this blog. Eeeesh...I almost want to leave this space just because of it. Anywho, don't freak out over the blank page, folks...old entries can always be found here.

So anywho...I've got an exam in 3 hours, and I'm blogging away. Unproductive? Why yes. :P

So I ran into the ultimate case of word vomit last night. I was out studying at IHOP with some friends, and our waiter was this young kid named Walter. My friend, who I shall call "Bob", was being kinda whiny and bitchy about the service, and the poor kid ended up coming by to apologize.

Walter: Hey guys, sorry about the service...I'm new here, and I'm just training--
Me & the rest of the crew: Oh no no, believe us Walter, it's not you, it's Bob...he's just being stupid...sorry about that man.

...And here comes the word vomit...

Bob: Well, I'm sorry, but I've been in a pissy mood because I haven't had sex in a while!
Walter: ...

*dead silence*

Walter: ....oh....ummm....right. I'll bring out your check, sir.

Awkward? Most definitely. But I'm sure the kid will have a great "first day of work" story to tell. :P

Cindy blabbed at 10:06 a.m. |