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Tuesday, February 05, 2008

Pow Wow, the Indian Boy

I'm currently writing this entry in Thailand, having to wait seven hours for my next flight. Exciting. I find myself unable to update in China as the government there has blocked many random websites. It makes me realize how much I've taken for granted the freedoms available in America that are so restricted in the rest of the world and brings me to be that much more appreciative of said rights. I find Asia to be huge on censorship rules, prevalent in other regions like Malaysia and Singapore as well. It drove me crazy in M'sia when they censored out (in a Korean drama) a guy catching a girl falling, or a quick peck on the lips. However in a Disney movie where the kiss was much more dramatic and lengthy, they let stay on air. Seriously now, it's not like they're making porn or anything. Give me a break. It also annoyed me when they banned Zoolander because it poked fun at the Malaysian government. Can people not take a joke?

I will now break from this tangent before the internet police goes holier-than-thou on my ass.

Speaking of holier-than-thou attitudes, freshman year at A&M was a good example. I love cooking and experimenting with various ingredients. Undaunted by the task of having a microwave as the sole method of preparing anything edible, I proceeded to make some potato salad which actually turned out pretty damn well... until the guys came over to try it.

*Insert suspenseful music*

In order to cater to the increased serving size, I used more potatoes...only to make the rookie mistake of microwaving them the same amount of time when I cooked for myself. It resulted in undercooked potatoes which COULD have been avoided had I not been too impatient to continue and hope that the boys wouldn't notice. Damn was I wrong. Said recipe now has the honor of being called "Sarah's Raw Potato Salad." Ouch.

While on the topic of food, man, Beijing has some GOOD cuisine. Actually, scratch that...every country I've visited in Asia has had some badass food. I can't even pick a favorite anymore. I just love food, period. I've enjoyed everything i've eaten so far except deep fried starfish. You read right. It's rock solid and tastes horribly bitter. Still, I can say i've eaten starfish now.

So I've had a couple of friends tell me that one has never truly experienced clubbing until one hits the Asian metropolitans. Oh baby, were they right. Clubbing/ bar hopping in Beijing has been an amazing experience. The setups are gorgeous and edgy with some very smooth DJ's. It definitely fits the stereotypes too. There's always the old, foreign businessman with his ugly and horribly dressed Chinese hooker, the new generation of rich, trendier youth, typical gawking tourist or the foreign exchange student (I'm usually under the last two categories). Yesterday I hit a swanky place called Centro full of the first two stereotypes. It was painful yet sadistically amusing to watch the reincarnation of Albert Einstein flirt with hookers with his other equally old grandpa friends. At least the music was good. I suppose the company wasn't so bad either.

Man I wish I could teleport. I would never have to wait in airports anymore!!!!! I want to be like Hiro Nakamura!!!!

Tuesday, December 11, 2007

A Lot of Salt
...makes things taste salty.

Ironically enough, I find myself updating in the midst of an all-nighter. This will be the second one in the past three days, but it's not so bad. Compared to last semester, this is practically a holiday since that was the time I pulled 3 all nighters in a span of 5 days. I stayed in the same spot without heading home to shower, brush my teeth, or practice good hygiene (for 2 days!) and after heading outside to my car, it just felt like one extremely loooong day. Let me tell you, I looked fantastic. Finals are usually the time I start fantasizing about having the ability to mind read or control time.

While I don't have any new resolutions or clever anecdotes to say (insert random song line), there have been updates in my exciting life. EXCITING!
- I decided to stop double majoring, drop Finance and simply focus on Marketing.
  - I like to have a plan especially when concerning my FUTURE but sitting in FINC 434 naturally caused me to get depressed and to begin questioning if I wanted to do this for the rest of my life (The answer is no for all you quick ones). Despite realizing Mktg would better fit my personality, I chose the Financial route due to security. Ultimately, I'm going out on a whim and doing what I think I would enjoy rather than settling for a nice paycheck. Scary.
- Due to the exccessive free time, I got a job. Yes, you read right...I, Sarah, was working until this past Saturday when I had to quit since I am to be studying abroad next semester. I was lucky that I thoroughly enjoyed said job and the people I worked with, especially after receiving those beautiful paychecks.
Now that I've gotten the salty stuff out of the way, a few cubes of sugar are due. November was a magnificent month indeed.
- Sports
  - Basketball - I attended two games this month. One was in Houston with the Rockets vs. Bucks. Unfortunately in the group of four I went with, there consisted a solitary individual in a bloody sea to wear the taboo colors of purple while we, the innocent trio were associated with that when we were for the Rockets baby! I also was able to cheer for the game between the Aggies and UT El Paso where we pwned. We had some badass cheers too. WHOOSH!
  - Football - We beat UT...again. Considering our track record, it was a very pleasant surprise. I was working that night and between that and the bball game of the Houston Rockets vs. the Dallas Mavericks (where of course I would root for Dallas over Houston ANYDAY)...we kicked ass! That was one hell of an exciting game where I definitely neglected my job to stand in front of the TV for a good period. haha
- Shopping
  - Immediately after Thanksgiving, ten of us drove to San Marcos, Austin to participate in Black Friday. We arrived there at 11:30 PM and did not get home until 7:30 AM where I was also due to work later on that day. I will never do that again. People are insane to spend all those hours just in LINE waiting. Mad props. I love shopping, but I doubt I will ever have the stamina nor patience to wait all those hours...unless of course it was a free dog, plasma TV or something. Uh oh, cheap Asian genes coming out! haha
- Social Life
  - Since I was this close to dropping under so much stress last semester, I've been making up for it by playing hardcore this term. It has been an extremely fun month aka paintballing (where I got the largest and most magnificent bruise of my life on my right thigh. Everyone who's seen it so far has exclaimed in horror at the sheer size and color of this gorgeous monstrosity), birthdays, road trips, parties...so on and so forth.
Speaking of partying...I'm going to miss everyone graduating in December. Ugh, I'm going to have to make new friends! While I doubt most (if any) of you guys will read this, I'm going to insert a few sappy comments here. I have been so fortunate to meet some of the most wonderful (and colorful) personalities here at A&M. I know everyone thinks their own specific group of friends are the best in the whole world, bla bla bla but i'm going to have to bring in reality and tell said people that you're wrong! MY friends are the best in the whole world, bla bla bla (I am so mature). It's amazing to know there are people you can count on anytime, any day for anything and I'm really going to miss you guys a LOT! While I have realized that we can't party here in college forever and you guys have to earn a living, I have accepted it since I know ultimately you will all use that cash wisely to take me out when I come visit.

Before I embarass myself any longer with this incoherent babble, I want you guys to pray for the final that I will take in 2 hours and 14 minutes. Pray that I will know/guess the correct answers so fluidly and with such ease that I can be done in 5 minutes...fine, I'll be realistic: 7 minutes. Pray that the boring, useless, and terrible man that dares to call himself a professor of this pointless, painful course will have a heart and grade with tremendous mercy or give a very, very nice curve as most people go in there insanely close to sliting their wrists.

Okay, make that 2 hours and 9 minutes.

Saturday, September 15, 2007

Emo Mo Mo Mo

I know no one reads xanga anymore, and I update so rarely that sometimes it's like, "What's the point?"
I remember being so anti-xanga when it was the first big thing with friends around 2002 (has it REALLY been that long?!) but after being cornered into just updating once a month by a persistent friend, I gave in just for her to stop bugging me. haha

Despite xanga's lack of popularity, I can't shut it down because during those moments when I scroll back to old posts, it floods back with so many random forgotten memories/emotions (insert emo music) that to delete such posts would be a sin. And I never sin, ever. Writing in this is a lot for me in a sense that one forgotten memory triggers another event that goes so on and so forth. It's actually pretty damn cool at how much comes flooding back after reading all my previous entries that have been the source of such nostagic reactions. Said tendencies usually find me by the end of the night sitting on a solitary chair in a darkened room with the only source of light being the lone, flickering screen from which I read, whilst sobbing uncontrollably and simultaneously wondering at how time has flown by (emo music reaches a crescendo and hits climax).*

*Note: I am not being sarcastic.

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Now that I've established all that jazz, I'm going to write about my take on a REAL woman and man. They keep it real yo.

And the award goes to: Paula Deen and Bear Grylls!

Let me tell y'all about Paula Deen now. The Food Network is on pretty much 24/7 in our place, and after watching Ms. Deen...damn. Forget those other cooks that use low fat this, fat free that, Ms. Deen here is cardiac arrest waiting to happen, but in a good way. In almost every recipe, she throws in a stick of butter, a tub of sour cream, a cup of cheese, etc etc. YUMMY! Now that's a real woman who's not afraid to eat and man, can she cook. Ever since moving to an apartment last year, I realized that I seriously enjoy cooking and will throw together the most random ingredients. Sometimes it works but other times, I set the place on fire aka my horribly failed attempt at curried eggplant. Please stop wrinkling your nose in disgust. It hurts my feelings (I was feeling adventerous that day, give me a break okay). Anyway, Paula Deen...I even went to Borders the other day to read her biography and just liked her all the more. She's genuine, and that's rare. Man do I sound like an ad or what. Food Network should pay me.

With Bear here, just watch Man vs. Wild on Discovery Channel. It is self explanatory. It does not hurt either that he has a British accent. Oh yeah.

Speaking of wild, I killed my first animal the other day driving. It was a bird so perhaps not really an animal, but under the avian category. Now I believe myself to be a kind driver, patiently stopping for squirrels to make up their mind and dogs who dart across, but I can't help it if birds are slightly demented. So I was on my merry way when a bird flies down to the middle of the street. I slow down as I approach, expecting it to squawk and fly away but no. It is fearless and continues roosting and I can't slow anymore since there are a 523 cars behind me. Perhaps it was blind. Such a senseless way to go.

Another senseless way to go would be death by schoolwork. Since I'm double majoring & minoring now, I'll have to take 18 hours each semester if I want to graduate on time. But as this is my last semester at A&M before studying abroad, I really don't want the term to be defined as "STUDY," but rather, the motto I have adopted for the fall is "Work hard, play harder." haha We'll see how that goes after I get my first round of tests back which is coming up very soon hence the procrastination on xanga.

Lastly, I want to take this moment to tell you guys how excited I am about the Spice Girls getting back together for an 11 show tour around the globe. You can bet i'll be getting tickets, and be somewhere near the front screaming my lungs out like one of those crazed people you see in the E! True Hollywood Story about celebrities and their stalkers fans. I figure I can make a fool of myself though as

a) I'll be in another country
b) No one will recognize me
c) I can always deny it was me. "No, I was not the girl with the glittered face paint on the floor howling and drooling!"

My favorite is Victoria Beckham who also happens to be my best friend (she just doesn't know it yet). She is such a foxy lady! Don't worry though guys, I won't be attending the concert all by myself in a strange land, but I have managed to drag two friends with me too. One claims to hate me for tricking him into this but whatever. We all know he can't wait to look at the other four members of the Spice Girls (I already claimed Posh) while the other is just weird confident like that. But before you judge, you know you would be attending too if no one recognized you! hahaha

And for the record, I have loved David Beckham ever since I was eleven!!!!

PS: Guys, just leave Britney alone!

Wednesday, August 08, 2007

Drama fo yo Baby Mamaaa

We all know designers are quirky characters, consistently seeking the "perfect" inspirations to launch their fashion shows in this demanding, ever-changing world of materialism. Said designers must search out such wonders that no one would usually think of to continue being ahead of the trends.

Take for instance, Louis Vuitton who definitely faced bigger and greater obstacles in finding the perfect muse for this year's Spring Collection as shown below:

These bags are still on the Louis Vuitton website under Show Summer 07, Braided Leather.
Forget paying $1000 for them though, I'll just go and ask my Grandma for one...and have her hit me over the head for insulting her like that. hahaha

However, to answer your questions, i'm not in China or anything like that. I still remain in Tejas, bound by shackles (read: expensive tuition fee) to the horror known as summer school. I sometimes have this stong urge in class to run out screaming "You can't take me alive!!!" But of course my high self-discipline and iron will causes me to remain sitting in those seats, with a semi-glazed expression over my eyes. It's all I can do to keep from drooling in class. The clock is no help. I can swear at least fifteen minutes have passed only to glance upward despairingly to see only 2 minutes and 3 seconds have since occured. Ahh...summertime.

Once class is over though, I go insane with deliriousness and proceed to actually enjoy my summer. It's been pretty fun overall, hanging out with friends doing the normal things friends do whilst in college. It's kinda surprising how many people have remained back here to do research, classes, etc. I just can't believe i'm a freakin' junior already. WHATTTTT.

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On a completely random note, in regards to Namewee's rendition of Negaraku, I don't see what the big deal is. (In short, it's a Chinese guy rapping/singing his rendition of the Malaysian national anthem that's causing some controversy due to his lyrics.) Everyone has their point of view, and this is his...only he's more vocal about it than the average person. He's not calling for a revolution or anything, just pointing the obvious about the corruption there and whatnot. (Don't act like there's no such thing as kopi money!) Plus, he really jazzed up the national anthem. haha- I remember having to sing Negaraku every Monday during perhimpunan for years, standing for an HOUR under the scorching heat, and man...it just sounds so much better with a faster pace and drums in the background. Anyway, what i'm getting at is that it's a parody. He's being a type of Eminem without the slurs to Kim. And with all the talk buzzing about him getting arrested...isn't it just affirming oppression with freedom of speech? Oh wait...what freedom of speech?

While on the topic of politics though, it's extremely disturbing what Afghan terrorists have done to the South Korean hostages. It's brutal, inhumane and cowardly to involve those who volunteered to help as a church mission in the first place, and use them as pawns in a game they never wanted a part of. These people went there to help out, and in return they get abducted and used as gun practice. Who kills a pastor on his birthday!?!?! I really hope everything works out, but it's such a sticky situation that I don't know how those politicians will try to resolve it. Note to self: never be in politics...ever.

Thursday, May 31, 2007

Avril Lavigne, wherefore art thy ears?

Seriously...have you ever seen Avril's ears? To quote Nelly Furtado in Promiscuous Girl, "Yeah, didn't think so."
I remember watching one of Avril's music videos before, (I'm With You) and there was a part in the song where fans were blowing her hair back and her hair slightly moved back to reveal what I could have sworn were giant elephant ears. But the moment went by so quickly I wasn't sure if I imagined it or not. Regardless, the fact that she NEVER puts up her hair only serves to confirm my suspicions. Either that or she just doesn't have ears. But think about it...have you ever seen her in anything else but long, REALLY straight hair (that looks like it got ironed and starched)????? I quote Ms. Furtado once more: "Yeah, didn't think so."

So I did what any curious, resourceful person would do. I googled it.

Here are the results:

The 'perfect' daily hair. Or it could be a wig. It never changes.

The beanie always makes for good cover-up.

How can her hair not fly back to expose ears with this type of hairdo...especially when she's WALKING FOWARD too.

But here's the kicker.

There WAS a picture of her in a ponytail.

Except...

It still covers up her damn ears!!!!!

Ohhhhhh this girl is good. One day, she'll get careless and they'll be exposed. ONE DAY!

And for the record, I hate her new song Girlfriend. It makes me want to put a pot over my head and bang it repeatedly with a spatula just to drown out that horrible noise.

Tuesday, April 03, 2007

Fried Rice

Some people collect stamps, others collect rocks. Angelina Jolie collects children. I think of that Pokemon catchphrase, “Gotta catch ‘em all!” I bet she sits around with Brad Pitt throwing darts at a world map blindfolded for the next winner. I’ll admit though, she does have some great names for them: Maddox, Pax…although Shiloh sounds like a dog’s name. Anyway, they’re definitely going to be the coolest, trendiest kids in school with a mom like that.

So the other day I decided to pin my bangs to the back…and I guess I looked like a new person entirely. In my Finance class, I’m usually the earlier of the two people I sit with, and both blew past me to sit with others before turning around and exclaiming how they didn’t recognize me due to the hair (I get it if you don’t want to sit with me guys, but don’t make excuses!). Later in the library, a friend squinted at me from a far, walking towards me squinting some more muttering ”Err…Sarah???” before realizing it was me. After our classes, while we were spending quality time with the TV, my roommate told me she kept looking at me and doing double takes because she wasn’t used to seeing my beautiful forehead. I didn’t think it was THAT drastic! Maybe I should do my hair like this more often so everyone gets used to it.

My latest passion of late though, has been…mahjong. HAHA- yes, mahjong. After re-learning it the other day, I was so addicted that as soon as everyone left around 3:30 AM-ish, I immediately went online and downloaded a mahjong game and proceeded to play for the next hour and a half. Oh man, it is too much fun! I love yelling out “PONG!” and slamming the tiles to the table. hahaha- However, before you judge too harshly, lets just say that grandparents and the future in-laws are going to LOVE me when I can play with them for hours and hours while YOU who shake your head in sad disbelief reading this right now…you’ll be the future son/daughter-in-law sitting in the corner watching reruns of Full House on a rocking chair muttering to yourself on how you wish that you too, would have had the foresight Sarah had, and not be ostracized as you are now. Mm hmm. It’s called planning ahead.

Surprisingly my classes this semester haven't been all that bad...with the exception of accounting. I cannot stand that subject. Just thinking about it gives me a headache. Ugh. Everything else is doable although getting up at 7 AM twice a week IS pretty rough...especially to ice-skate. I swear 97% of students who signed up are pros whose joy in life is to taunt me and the other 3% by doing backflips on the ice while we cling desperately to the rails, cursing under our breaths. Ok i'm slightly exaggerating...I cling onto the instructor begging her not to go so fast since I JUST learned to go backwards decently, and now...she wants us to glide backwards on the ice while lifting a leg behind us. Uhhh...I DON'T THINK SO LADY!

Besides the ice skating stress, the past two weeks have been amazing. I was utterly free for once. Now this is what college should be about! I have never been this free ever in the history of my enslavement at Texas A&M. Of course, the days flew by before I realized, but dammit, I thoroughly enjoyed myself. I mean, all I did was watch TV and think about working out (ie: laying in bed picturing the "intense" workout I would be participating in at the rec. I'm there with everyone else in spirit) with the occasional shower here and there.

I’m definitely still in spring break mode.

Thursday, March 22, 2007

And 1, 2, 3...STRUT!

So I was pleasantly surprised when the friends I met with over spring break brought up my lack of writing in xanga. I thought no one read this anymore, but hey, I'm flattered! And of course, flattery gets you everywhere with me so to all of my two readers, here's an update.

Recently I decided to double major in Finance and Marketing. I know both are polar opposites, but I have my (really long) reasons. This means I will be here over the summer slaving away unable to head to California and China as originally planned. So if you're going to be here with me over the summer, holla! I like how the conversation went with my mom when I told her of this decision. It was through the phone and went something like this:

"Mom, I can't go back over the summer."
"Why not?"
"I have to take summer school for both months."
"Okay."
"Don't you want to know why?"
"No, I trust you."
"But don't you want to know why after I told you I could go back?"
"No, I trust you know what you're doing."
"MOM! ASK ME WHY!!!"
"No Sarah, I trust you!"
"MOM! ASK ME WHY."
"Haha. Okay why?"
"Because...I have decided to double major...AND get a cert. in International Business too."

*Insert drumroll* I thought this was going to blow her away....

"...okay. Man, Sarah! Now i'm going to have to sell your plane ticket after I already bought it!"

Let's just say my Dad gave me a better reaction.

Ughhhh. All this dedication better pay off though! Hopefully it'll look good on paper and impress someone enough to give me a six figure salary complete with penthouse, driver, maid and cook. I promise I will work hard! Either that or I could always go with Plan B for the sugardaddy.

Or...a REAL man like Leonidas. What a stud. He was so, so cool in 300. Now THAT is a MAN! haha I bet all you guys who watched it immediately went back home and worked on your crunches and sit-ups for that ninja-turtle body. Even Xerces couldn't resist since he was apparently very gay for that man stud Leonidas. Each time he was onscreen, I immediately thought of Dhalsim from Street Fighter. And didn't the Queen remind you guys of Natalie Portman? Her stance in the scene where she killed whatshisface was just amazing. It must have taken them a hundred times to perfect that shot. I liked how the movie took on history mixed with surrealism. I mean, any movie where an executionor has blades for arms, a talking goat head, and Quasimodo as characters is pushing the fantasy aspect. I was definitely pumped up though after watching the movie. I walked out the theater yelling "I AM A SPARTAN!!!" with my fist in the air before a bunch of guys burst out laughing at my admirable and fiercesome valor. Watching 300 was a great start to Spring Break, during which, I was able to head out to New York with friends.

We stayed at the Salisbury, where according to our cab driver, it was "for old people!" haha
I say whatever. We brought the young back!

It was pretty cool since we got to watch Curtains, a musical starring David Hyde Pierce who also happens to be my favorite character (Niles) on Frasier. I never realized how talented of a dancer/singer he is!

We also hit the Today Show with Regis and Kelly which led me to appreciate live audiences on a whole new level. I never knew how much waiting those people I had go through before.

Our night around town after dining at Koi. Sex and the City gave Lauren the idea to eat there and man, was it the right choice. Look at those satisfied smiles!

Subways there are so much more different from the ones in Singapore/Tokyo.

I was the prime example of an old woman though in NYC. I actually got pretty sick as a days progressed which caused me to sit/sleep during each spare minute. For instance at the MTV Store, I saw an old woman sitting patiently on a window ledge waiting for her grandkids and immediately walked up to her and mumbled, "I'm joining you." while she laughed at how exhausted I was. How depressing.

I'll say one thing about New York though...they sure know how to make a good Philly Cheesesteak...and pizza. Those suckers did not stand a chance against the stomach!

Lastly, it would be pretty cool to be a Spartan...cause only Spartan women give birth to real men!

Saturday, January 13, 2007

New men and Starcraft

I have spent much of my time in China bonding with the TV. I have been dragged into so many directions by the family on various shows. Ex: "You MUST watch 24!"/ "No, no! Watch One Piece first!" / "Wait, before that watch Prisonbreak!" With 24, I watched three seasons in a matter of 5 days. Lemme tell you it wasn't easy, what with juggling my TV addiction with the shopping habit, and sightseeing. Then, I gave up since I had bought a crapload of Korean dramas and oooooooooh man. Let's just say I am going to Korea to get the future husband(s)...post surgery of course. I have missed these sappy, feel good shows with insanely beautiful specimens of the human race. I was torn however with my earlier post of marrying Wang Lee Hom, but upon some quick reflecting, I have come to a solution.
Mondays:

Operation Break In is still in progess.

Tuesdays:

Look at Ronaldo all focused. What a man.

Wednesdays:

Although he does not speak English, it's okay. We'll communicate in other ways...
Or with a translator.

Thursdays:

It's gotten to the point where everytime I see a gorgeous Korean celeb, my mind immediately tries to decipher if they've had plastic surgery or not. HAHA

Fridays:

I just looooooooooooooooove this guy!

Looks like all my days are booked except for the weekends now. What tough decisions.

Anyway, I was watching a program on pro Starcraft gamers the other day on the National Geographic Channel and man...South Korea is insane with how much effort they put into this. In short, the coaches actually recruit the best players to form a team, and place them in a house where they "train" for 10 hours a day, 7 days a week. A lot of these teams have sponsors and there was one swanky house where they had 2 maids to cook and clean for those guys. Currently the hottest SC player has a fanclub of over 600,000...and he earns an annual income of $300,000 excluding prize money and endorsements which would equal to about $900,000. CRAZY!!!!
Ugh, I didn't see anyone knocking down my doors when I ruled at Red Alert back then. I'm bitter. But only a little bit. Just a little. Man, I knew I should have played more computer games instead of studying back in the day. Why did I have to be so strong and disciplined. WHYYYYYYYY.

Friday, December 01, 2006

All Things Irrelevant...

Ultimately, this semester has kicked my butt...consistently, relentlessly, unremittingly. To quote a fellow classmate, "I am calm because I am resigned, and accepting of whatever fate that will now befall me."

School aside, I love my two roommates...the only people I hang out with his semester. kidding. I hang out with three people since I have three friends. We all enjoy playing Cranium (It's so much fun! Don't judge until you've played with us...the ultimate competitors of this game) and engaging in the most random activities that will be the cause of much amusement such as baking a cake and sticking all the knives we can find into it including a butcher knife the size of my head. Passive aggressiveness at its best. It's insane how quickly this semester has passed already though. I feel like I've only just moved into the apartment. While we're on the topic of games though, anyone remember Red Alert? Man, I loved that game. I was always the Soviets since they had THE best weapons. Hellloooo telsa coils! I shall end this sentence here before I lose all my three friends.

I digress. I can't wait for Christmas this year. I need some downtime. I'll even gladly sit and go through the delays and long plane rides with random strangers! I'll just know how to pack better now...
So do you guys remember how there were certain terrorists over the summer who tried to make bombs in the airplane with random liquids? I was in Beijing then and had no idea such events had occured since I pretty much lived in a bubble there. I didn't know of the airports' new rules prohibiting any fluids in the carry-ons and that included lip gloss, contact solution, facial cremes, toothpaste, lotions, etc. Welllllllllllll...guess who hand-carried all that and more. They confiscated about $100 worth of stuff like that on my way back. What a traumatic experience...let's just say I couldn't walk straight. I had to sit down and fan myself since I was getting dizzy. haha--I was so desperate, I even begged the security nazi's in THE smallest voice- "Nooo..can you just please just give me one thing back. Pleaseee." This was what my face looked like (except not so young...and with clothes):

I know right?! Awwwww...if my best sad/puppy face look couldn't work, those people are officially devoid of souls. Komson was going to pick me up from the airport and I remember calling him frantically to make a run to M.A.C in the Galleria. hahaha. Thanks man. This Christmas, you can be sure I will be hand carrying nothing liquid except the % of water in my body.

Speaking of water, I was watching something on the E! Channel the other day and I must say...Prince Harry is rockin'. I know most of you girls (and guys if you swing that way) think William is hotter, and that's fine. That's just less competition. That's HRH in the back btw...His Royal Hotness. I need to cut William's face out and stick mine in there next to Harry's. I really need to learn to use Photoshop. And I know you're wondering what the transition of water has to do with Harry so i'll explain...you see his red hair? It's like fire. The opposite of fire is water. Okay, fine...I just couldn't think of a good transition. Gimme a break will ya, it's been a while since i've xanga-ed.

Anyway, those of you who have driven long distances with me know how horrible I am with directions, and how I ALWAYS seem to get lost and find myself in the most obscure places. This usually winds up with me stopping random/"interesting" characters or going into old country gas stations (insert creepy horror music here) trying to find my way back. Once I got lost somewhere downtown and upon asking for directions from the gas attendent, (when the answer was simply "Keep going straight down and you'll hit it!") an old black woman followed me out and started to give her rendition which included multiple repeats of the same thing...and as she was giving that, a Mexican cowboy chimed into the conversation and proceeded to repeat everything she and the gas attendant said. It was great...like something out of a sticom. Ah, southern hospitality. Buutttttttttttttt...I bought a new toy today and lets just say I WILL NEVER GET LOST AGAIN! Merry Christmas to meee!!!

Thursday, October 05, 2006

I'm Still Alive!

It’s been a while since I’ve last written in here. I finally understand now what everyone’s talking about when they say how all the new xanga updating features are pretty sweet.

As usual, I’m getting my butt kicked with tests and I still have no life what with constantly studying/pulling all-nighters. Ah, college…apparently the best years of my life. Actually, I slept at 10:30 PM about two weeks ago which the earliest I have called it a night in years. It was when Arta and Sarah came to visit too! We were all just too tired. I don't even remember what we did either. Sad, yet wonderful. 10:30 bedtimes will be repeated again sometime soon for sure.

I realize though that almost every time I feel stressed, I seem to head for the fridge, the mall, or to the TV to unwind.

Last year, I turned to Express. Yes, clothes. Yum. After every test, I would reward myself with clothes. It ate a huge chunk in my bank account and I didn’t realize it until my parents called demanding to know what I had been spending on. Oops.

Over the summer, I relied on my two favorite men, Ben and Jerry. The other day, we had a blackout in College Station for HOURS. It first struck in the afternoon but only really sank in when it dragged onward till about 11:00PM. I went to tutoring at 7PM, and we worked out problems aided with flashlights and cellphones. Talk about committed. Our background music in the room were the sirens and blares from police cars, ambulances and fire trucks that wailed unremittingly to the many accidents on the streets from a lack of order. It was kinda scary actually because the sirens were seriously INCESSANT. I was getting a little worried about driving since the streets were running amok (I’ve always wanted to say that), I was low on gas, and I had two tests I had yet to study for which I had to take in less than 24 hours. Dun dun dun. Usually I’m unfazed but most of the area was pitch black save for the headlights on cars and I needed LIGHT to cram. LIGHT I SAY! I ended up driving around aimlessly until I found a gas station that had its own generator and headed inside the store to buy the biggest ice-cream cone I could find.

This year though, I’ve kind of moved on to the TV. Can we say Project Runway/ANTP marathons anyone? Oh, and Parental Control/Next on MTV. It’s so addictive! Personally though, the movie I watch that erases all troubles is Pride and Prejudice. Oh man, Pride and Prejudice. I usually prefer independent movies and foreign films to romantic, sappy movies but this movie is the only exception. It has eluded me so much though. After paying for full priced movie tickets TWICE, I still wasn’t content. I wanted to OWN a tangible copy so when I headed to China in December, I conjured a massive search, but INCREDULOUSLY, the pirated version hadn’t come out yet. WHAT?! (Yeah, I couldn’t believe it either) Nevertheless, my determination to own the movie never strayed. I found said movie online over the summer, and downloaded it in a matter of mere minutes. Life was good. I decided not to watch the movie immediately, but to save it for a rainy day after I was worn out studying. That fateful day soon came and I found myself curled up on the couch with my laptop all excited and hit the play button. To my sheer horror, what came on was not Pride and Prejudice, but BRIDE and Prejudice. Basically, it’s a very colorful Indian version of Pride and Prejudice with Indian, American and British accents complete with dance and song. The Iraqi guy from LOST is one of the main characters in there. When I headed to China in July, the pirated version was FINALLY out and I bought a copy EXCEPT…they cut out a good 8 minutes of ending and it wouldn’t play on the DVD player I have back in Texas. I know when I’m defeated. I give up. I’m going to go buy it at Wal-mart now. Bah.

Okay, all whining aside, I have pictures!

This jumping picture was one of the requirements during a scavenger hunt held with PHILSA. We were Team !Xobile and we got second place baby!

I've also been hanging out with these characters quite a bit since our schedules always coincide perfectly.

This picture says a lot. These shoes belong to Jennifer and I. I have the bottom 3, and she gets the top 2. It was rather difficult to find a rack that would fit everything but we managed. I think we both have more shoes under our respective beds. Lynda's has shoes too, but those are in her room. She only walks barefoot every other day.

Oh yeah, I'm in a program here called HOSTS where I'm assigned to mentor a child in an elementary school. So the first time I met my kid, she thought I was twenty-nine years old and that I looked like her teacher Ms. Park from last year. That's me. Thirteen going on twenty-nine. (One more year and I could be like Jennifer Garner from that one movie!)