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Sunday, September 16, 2007
Music: Feist - Mushaboom
Holy crap, I've moved!!!
For those of you who still actually read this near-dead blog, I've relocated to http://dorkyme.curious-notions.net/ , so adjust accordingly. :) Adios, pitas.com...you've (sort of) served me well...it's about time that I got up and left the nest.
Cindy blabbed at 01:30 a.m. |
Saturday, July 7, 2007
Music: Apocalyptica - Path
Me: I should probably ask my friends about some of the Medical Spanish that they learned.
Sister: Well, I managed to learn what "chicken pox" is from volunteering at Texas Children's Hospital.
Me: Uhh....I have no clue what that would be...pox de pollo?
Sister: No, you jerk, it's varicella.
I rock the Spanish language. Oh yeah.
Cindy blabbed at 07:44 p.m. |
Wednesday, July 4, 2007
Music: Amy Winehouse - Rehab
Holy crap, an update?!?! Yeah, I know I've abandoned this once again for oh....only 6 months? Yeah. Anyway, I'm thinking about moving this blog to a better webspace....so until that happens, updates will still be pretty infrequent. Meh. Anyway, on with the show.
I hate this commercial.
You know why I hate it? Because it's ingenious. Where's all the trendy techno music? Where's all the flashy lights that say "look at me, I'm hip and expensive, but you'll buy me anyway because you're a consumer whore"?? Those bastards at Apple decide to show off their iPhone by casually showing us how the use the sucker. And then they top it off with a simple, no-frills jingle that makes you think "wow...I could totally afford that." Instead of taking the typical threatening "you'll never get laid unless you plop down money for this product" approach, Apple takes the more easy-going (and yet deceptive) "everyone can totally get one of these" approach. I hate you Apple. I hate you for making me want to blow $600 on your stupid, oh-so-tempting little iPhone. Argh.
Cindy blabbed at 01:27 a.m. |
Friday, January 5, 2007
Music: Ok Go - Here it Goes Again
I went to the eye doctor today, so I can get a new prescription, and therefore a new pair of glasses. (since I broke mine during my little mishap around finals time)
While I was waiting for the elevator, there was a cute little boy and his mother waiting as well. The kid would wander around the lobby, and he'd repeatedly press the up button and cheerfully exclaim "I push the button!" When we got into the elevator, he'd giggle and babble in his kiddie-talk, and when they reached their floor, his mom says this:
"Come on sweetie, we're gonna go get your shots and then go home."I've got a feeling that poor kid isn't going to be nearly as peppy the next time he visits the doctor, haha.
Cindy blabbed at 04:51 p.m. |
Tuesday, January 2, 2007
Music: Matisyahu - King Without a Crown
I just sneezed, and now my monitor has those crazy little rainbow droplets. Gross.
So anywho, a new year's begun, meaning it's time to make resolutions that will probably be down the drain in 2 weeks. Here goes!
Resolutions for 2007:
Cindy blabbed at 10:06 p.m. |
Saturday, December 9, 2006
Mood: Bummin' around
Music: Fiona Apple - I Know
So on Sunday night I got stitches for the first time in my life. Unfortunately, I don't have a badass story to go with it. I didn't get into a bar fight, nor did I get roundhouse kicked in the face by Chuck Norris. I ended up getting stitches because I freakin' fell while I was going up the stairs. :P
On Sunday night, I was studying for an exam in the library, and I went upstairs to tell my friends that I was planning on leaving soon. As I was heading up the stairs, I tripped, and proceeded to crack my head onto the corner of the stairstep. I broke my glasses in the process. After getting over the shock of the impact from the fall, the first thing I did was feel around for the fragments of my glasses. Then I lifted my hand to my throbbing face to assess the damage. I ended up with my hand covered in blood. This obviously isn't a good thing. Then a couple of random people found me on the stairs, and the first thing I hear is "oh shit, she's bleeding." That definitely isn't a good thing either. I look down, and my clothes have blood all over them. I start panicking a bit, wondering if the bleeding is coming from my eye or not. After realizing that my vision in my left eye was a-okay, I calmed down slightly. The people offer to bring me paper towels, and ask if there's anyone that they should call for help. I groggily pulled out my cell phone and call the boyfriend to come find me. The boyfriend shows up, with my other friends in tow, and they scrambled to get me to a bathroom to wash off all the blood and to find a first aid kit for me. One of my friends e-mailed my professors for me to explain the situation, just in case I couldn't make it to my exam the next morning. When the bleeding wouldn't stop, my friends told me that I needed to be in the ER for stitches.
Did I mention that I had an exam to take the next morning? Yeah, that's not cool either.
Anyway, so I get to the ER, and while the guy's stitching me up, my boyfriend and I are quizzing each other, because dammit, I've still got an exam to take the next morning, whether I've got stitches in my head or not. And being the pharmacy nerd that I am, I'm asking all sorts of stupid questions to the nursing practitioner who's stitching me up, asking about which anesthetics he's using on me, asking him to make sure the stuff that the boyfriend and I were quizzing each other over was correct, etc. etc. I asked the guy how often he gets people in the ER from bar fights...he responds "oh, just about every weekend". I asked him if they tell the truth, or if they just make up a story...he says "oh you can tell just from looking at them...they're drunk as hell and they're all beat up. That's when I say 'just get in here' and fix them up." When I told my mom about how I was casually chatting with the nursing practitioner and quizzing over exam information while I was getting my stitches, she gave me a horrified look and said "You're a girl!! Aren't you supposed to be whining and crying in there? You're getting stitches and you're just chatting away? That's just not right." Good ol' mom. :) So six stitches and some dermabond glue later, I was discharged and went home.
And if you're wondering, I still took that exam the next morning. Maybe because I'm crazy and stupid...or maybe because I figured if I didn't take the exam that morning, it would completely screw up the rest of my schedule if I were to take a makeup exam. Bleh.
Thinking back on it, I REALLY lucked out by having only a few stitches and some dermabond superglue on my face. The gash was pretty damn close to my eye...almost a little TOO close. There was no damage to my eye, no head injury, no broken bones in my face, and no major blood loss...so getting away with just some stitches and a pair of broken glasses was definitely a huge stroke of luck. I'll be getting these stitches out tomorrow afternoon...goodness knows I'll have a nutty story to tell come finals time next year. :P
Cindy blabbed at 12:45 a.m. |
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
Music: Radiohead - Packt Like Sardines in a Crushd Tin Box
I've had my share of being picked on in middle school. Being the nerdy kid that I was (hell, I'm still pretty damn nerdy), being teased was no surprise to me. However, today I had something happen to me that put me in complete shock...
Some bastard freakin' stole my lunch!!
No joke, at the ripe age of 22, I get my lunch stolen for the first time. I put my lunch in the refrigerator of the student lounge like I do every morning. And when I went back to consume the contents of my lunchbag, I open the fridge to find my bag...open and empty. I fished around in my pathetically empty lunchbag, as if I could somehow make food reappear in there by poking it. But alas, poking around does not make sandwiches materialize in my lunchbag. I examined my bag to make sure that it indeed was MY bag. As far as I'm concerned, it was the same one that I'd tossed in the fridge earlier that morning. What the hell?
I was half-expecting someone to come along, give me a noogie, and then proceed to take seventy-five cents from my wallet to buy a pack of gum. Jerks.
Cindy blabbed at 10:20 p.m. |
Sunday, October 15, 2006
Music: Incubus - Anna Molly
I've just crossed out something else off of my life to-do list: Go to a strip club.
After 2 failed attempts (my friends have always agreed to take me out, but things always seemed to come up), I finally took a trip to The Yellow Rose and saw some boobies. I also saw some awkward guys seeing boobies. It was actually a lot of fun, because I just kicked back with my friends and either checked out the girls, or criticized them, haha. It was even funnier to see how awkward some of the customers were when they were getting lapdances. Some of them were thoroughly enjoying it, but the ones that were fun to watch were the ones who looked absolutely terrified. As in sitting with their back straight, hands clutching the armrests of the chairs, and looking like someone was about to hit them. It's okay dude...they're just boobies. On the other hand, in a strange way, visiting the strip club kind of made me feel better about myself. Because even though a lot of the strippers had bangin' bodies (with the exception of a few chunky ones, and some that had the body of a 10 year-old), you could still see some cellulite, stretch marks, moles....all the imperfections that any other girl would have. Kinda made the girls seem a little more human and a little less like an unattainable standard. :) Either way, I've made another accomplishment on my life to-do list...woohoo!
Cindy blabbed at 02:36 p.m. |
Sunday, October 8, 2006
Music: Justin Timberlake - My Love
I think Justin Timberlake might be the only person who can make a fashion faux pas like a suit + sneakers look sexy. Oh, and the dancing too. That might have something to do with it. :P
Cindy blabbed at 10:00 a.m. |
Friday, September 29, 2006
Music: Rufus Wainwright - Cigarettes and Chocolate Milk
Did some housecleaning here...as usual, old entries are found here.
In other news, I parked my car under a tree. The result was a bunch of lovely white accents on my silver grand prix. That was no bueno. :P
Anywhooo....for something a little more substantial...so I'm officially old now. In Chinese culture, it's common to refer to someone who's older than you as "big brother/sister" or "uncle/auntie", regardless of the fact that you're not related to them. Whether you call them uncle/auntie or big brother/sister depends on whether the person is slightly older or old enough to be considered an elder. I was at Ikea today, and I was waiting on line to buy a hotdog. There was a Chinese man with his two children in line ahead of me. The kids were babbling and bickering in Chinese...doing the cute stuff kids do. So I was smiling with amusement at the kids. The dad noticed me smiling, so that's when he dropped the bomb. He said in Mandarin Chinese:
Chinese dad: "Look...auntie is laughing at you two because she can understand Chinese!"
Me: *AUNTIE?!?!?! Did he just freakin' call me AUNTIE???*
No hesitation whatsoever. No signs of debating whether I should be considered a "big sister" or an "auntie". There and then, I became an old fart. Blech.
Cindy blabbed at 11:54 p.m. |
Neil Gaiman :: American Gods
Alvin :: xanga
Bonnie :: xanga
Christine :: in theory
Cindy :: xanga
Irene :: xanga
Katie :: Laugh it off...
Leanne :: xanga
Mitch :: xanga
Stephanie W. :: ciaconna
Timmy :: xanga
Todd :: xanga
Tristan :: Staring at the Cat's Eyes