"So if my grandfather had wheels, it makes him a car? I don't understand this problem. Next one." - Statistics Professor
"Hi!.. Miss.. Hieu is it? (high pitch) Hi Miss Hieu! (/high pitch)" - Jovial Transcript Printer-outer Lady
"You missed nothing." - Random student when I asked about the lab I missed.
"Hi!.. Miss.. Hieu is it? (high pitch) Hi Miss Hieu! (/high pitch)" - Jovial Transcript Printer-outer Lady
"You missed nothing." - Random student when I asked about the lab I missed.
Apparently my dept hates me. Apparently, I'm the dept whore. And to top it all off, I'm quite the f'in bitch.
I like the bitch part. I work hard for it. Very few, if none, successful women have made it to the top without having been a bitch to someone along the way. I'm just starting early and I do not tolerate idiots.
As for the hate, eeh, these people don't know hate.. Hate hasn't reached through the phone and asked if my company decided to turn off her electricity by way of the gremlins(TM) in her iMac. Yeah. Try that one.
As for being a whore? Well shooo, someone should have told me earlier. I'm missing out on what the other "me" is doing.
Ofcourse I hear this shit daily. I hear it most often from Mr. Flowers the Bespectacled Spineless Garden Gnome and Red-Beard. They need drama in their life to keep their pubics growing, so I let them be. As for the whore comments, these come from the nameless weather beaten redneck faces spitting cancer juices into coke bottles. They have little else to amuse themselves with than drunken phonecalls with one hand holding the sprint phone and one hand on their SPAM.
I learned the art of hate through someone who was once a good friend. I grin to think what an impact little o' me could have on the lives of these wonderfully cartoon-like creatures. Hear this Mr. Burns and Ms. MaCray, cross me again and you'll feel it this time.
I like the bitch part. I work hard for it. Very few, if none, successful women have made it to the top without having been a bitch to someone along the way. I'm just starting early and I do not tolerate idiots.
As for the hate, eeh, these people don't know hate.. Hate hasn't reached through the phone and asked if my company decided to turn off her electricity by way of the gremlins(TM) in her iMac. Yeah. Try that one.
As for being a whore? Well shooo, someone should have told me earlier. I'm missing out on what the other "me" is doing.
Ofcourse I hear this shit daily. I hear it most often from Mr. Flowers the Bespectacled Spineless Garden Gnome and Red-Beard. They need drama in their life to keep their pubics growing, so I let them be. As for the whore comments, these come from the nameless weather beaten redneck faces spitting cancer juices into coke bottles. They have little else to amuse themselves with than drunken phonecalls with one hand holding the sprint phone and one hand on their SPAM.
I learned the art of hate through someone who was once a good friend. I grin to think what an impact little o' me could have on the lives of these wonderfully cartoon-like creatures. Hear this Mr. Burns and Ms. MaCray, cross me again and you'll feel it this time.
Adventures in Longview.. or.. Ebola Monkeys for Everyone
0 Comments Published by Hieu on Sunday, March 28, 2004 at 12:20 AM.
We left Thursday for Longview, TX for the Regional Student Conference and got back like just now. It was fun, and I learned quite a bit about my organization (which I love very much thank you).. and the people I go to school with. I'll spare you the love story of me and my organization, and will go straight to the fun stuff: the people I go to school with.
Remember when I worked for the Froot company? I had a lab where I raised Ebola Monkeys and sent them to deserving customers... If i could send them now they'd go to....
Let's see, who to start with.. Oh how about Byron Knapsack.
Byron Knapsack was somehow hired away from us for a little bit by a blind man with a highpowered hearing aid. Knapsack decided he would join us on our educational journey and met up with us in East Texas. Knapsack is the kind of guy that puts goosebumps on your arm when you look at him. If he doesn't, then you'll eventually start squinting your eyes cause you're straining to hear him. He's a man of much weirdness. To each their own, and he's the only one with his own.. we're hoping. Knapsack offered to drive me to my meeting which was across town. Being that Longview is half the size of Lubbock, then 5 minutes from the hotel to my meeting site would have been more than sufficient. It took us 40 minutes. This was due to Sir Byron's driving style which was to take 8-10 seconds to shift from one gear to another, and to go at most 25 miles an hour in 3rd gear. No car, not even a Hyndai is worthy of such abuse. He even purposely missed the exit and drove psychotically slow through the parking lot. To the point I offered to jump out and run to the meeting site myself.. and i did.
Next, lets go with Olga and Stalin.
I have never seen such angry people in my life. Honeys, it's hard for people to understand you, so when you talk and we're being patient trying to understand, don't get angry and talk faster. It helps no one. And when the important man with the expensive piece of foam says don't squeeze, don't squeeze.. poor important man shat in his pretty armani pants.
Finally we have.. i'll call him Boxer Boy
So when you invite me in to your hotel room when all i have to say is "meet outside at 7:40" don't cross your legs so that your mr. wee wee pokes through the built in boxer hole. i have no intentions of seeing your piece of SPAM. Oh, and when the important man with the expensive piece of foam says don't tap, don't tap...
Why with the hate... it must be the pollen. The trees are hating. They started it.
Remember when I worked for the Froot company? I had a lab where I raised Ebola Monkeys and sent them to deserving customers... If i could send them now they'd go to....
Let's see, who to start with.. Oh how about Byron Knapsack.
Byron Knapsack was somehow hired away from us for a little bit by a blind man with a highpowered hearing aid. Knapsack decided he would join us on our educational journey and met up with us in East Texas. Knapsack is the kind of guy that puts goosebumps on your arm when you look at him. If he doesn't, then you'll eventually start squinting your eyes cause you're straining to hear him. He's a man of much weirdness. To each their own, and he's the only one with his own.. we're hoping. Knapsack offered to drive me to my meeting which was across town. Being that Longview is half the size of Lubbock, then 5 minutes from the hotel to my meeting site would have been more than sufficient. It took us 40 minutes. This was due to Sir Byron's driving style which was to take 8-10 seconds to shift from one gear to another, and to go at most 25 miles an hour in 3rd gear. No car, not even a Hyndai is worthy of such abuse. He even purposely missed the exit and drove psychotically slow through the parking lot. To the point I offered to jump out and run to the meeting site myself.. and i did.
Next, lets go with Olga and Stalin.
I have never seen such angry people in my life. Honeys, it's hard for people to understand you, so when you talk and we're being patient trying to understand, don't get angry and talk faster. It helps no one. And when the important man with the expensive piece of foam says don't squeeze, don't squeeze.. poor important man shat in his pretty armani pants.
Finally we have.. i'll call him Boxer Boy
So when you invite me in to your hotel room when all i have to say is "meet outside at 7:40" don't cross your legs so that your mr. wee wee pokes through the built in boxer hole. i have no intentions of seeing your piece of SPAM. Oh, and when the important man with the expensive piece of foam says don't tap, don't tap...
Why with the hate... it must be the pollen. The trees are hating. They started it.
So let's say I'm sitting at my favorite exotic restaurant overlooking the lake and the beautiful sunset. I order my favorite duck dish and all the yummy sides. I order my favorite herbal flavored iced-tea and pre-order the Tiramisu so there's no unnecessary waiting between the duck and the dessert. Somewhere between the buttered snow peas and a slice of duck, my tummy decides to turn over and play dead. Gurggling sounds... pain... and I'm doubled over ready to spew out all the goodness and i'm not even half way done with the meal. In situations such as this... one is lucky enough to be able to box up the goodness and enjoy at a later date when the gastrointestinal ugliness has passed.
When it comes to school, yeah no, not so. It's half way through the semester, I missed the 2nd round of midterms thanks to "walking peenumonia".. which hopefully won't develop into a 2ndary bacterial infection that would land me a stay in the hospital for good. There's no taking home to enjoy at a later date, unfortunately. Oh no.. There's hurry up and work faster to catch up. Ahh is nothing ever easy for me?
Good point for today: Extremely hot guy gave up mine and my friend's usual table at the coffee shop so we could study. Yumm.
When it comes to school, yeah no, not so. It's half way through the semester, I missed the 2nd round of midterms thanks to "walking peenumonia".. which hopefully won't develop into a 2ndary bacterial infection that would land me a stay in the hospital for good. There's no taking home to enjoy at a later date, unfortunately. Oh no.. There's hurry up and work faster to catch up. Ahh is nothing ever easy for me?
Good point for today: Extremely hot guy gave up mine and my friend's usual table at the coffee shop so we could study. Yumm.
This is the second time this semester that I've nearly died and have been shuffled through the hospitals. My dad's come to see me both times. My daddy loves me. Whole Bunches.
I'm not all that unpleasant to look at. I'm funny - sometimes unintentionally. My voice has yet to shatter eardrums or cause anyone to cringe at the sound of me saying "hi". I can be classified as exotic. I dress well, I smell nice, I do my hair on occassion. I'm educated, I do well in my classes, I go to my classes. I'm a mechanical engineering major, not an easy major by any means. I want to do great things with my life. I want to travel a lot, go snowboarding, sking, fishing, hiking, camping, all sorts of stuff outdoors and in the sun. I do laundry, dishes, vaccume, fold clothes, hang clothes, just about anything a guy could need a girl to do. I cook, I shop, I shop even better when it's not for me. I look good in suit, in a dress, in cut-off jeans, in a bikini. I come from a good family. I give great back rubs, foot rubs, scalp massages. My x-rated skills aren't so bad either. I'm tolerant of just about any bad habit a guy could have... So what is it.. what the hell.. why can't I find someone to appreciate me for me?!
Instead, I'm surrounded by medicated ya-loos, potsmoking couch warmers, drug dealers, and test drivers from the john deer tractor factory. Their mouths are leaking tobacco and spittle which are usually followed by twisted words that somehow are suppose to resemble spoken english. Some of them reek of cheap marijuana and Axe body spray. Some of them reek of cheep marijuana, marlboro reds and Axe body spray. They're either wearing a hunting jacket, the same fleece shirt they wear everyday, or a t-shirt they got free at a bar. A good 98% of them are topped with the dirtiest baseball caps you have ever seen. To the point that the front ends of them are frayed and the part that covers their head looks as if it was used to wipe their asses.
So among these wonderful candidates for a dinner partner, can I not find just one?? No really, just one.
Instead, I'm surrounded by medicated ya-loos, potsmoking couch warmers, drug dealers, and test drivers from the john deer tractor factory. Their mouths are leaking tobacco and spittle which are usually followed by twisted words that somehow are suppose to resemble spoken english. Some of them reek of cheap marijuana and Axe body spray. Some of them reek of cheep marijuana, marlboro reds and Axe body spray. They're either wearing a hunting jacket, the same fleece shirt they wear everyday, or a t-shirt they got free at a bar. A good 98% of them are topped with the dirtiest baseball caps you have ever seen. To the point that the front ends of them are frayed and the part that covers their head looks as if it was used to wipe their asses.
So among these wonderful candidates for a dinner partner, can I not find just one?? No really, just one.
Have and Have Nots
Published by Hieu on at 8:31 AM.
I have PeeNuMonia. This, as a result of Ass-Muh. And, I don't want either.
What I do want, however, is TrueLove - though I have no idea what it is, a BlueMotorcycle, and another week of sleep without having to worry about homework.
What I do want, however, is TrueLove - though I have no idea what it is, a BlueMotorcycle, and another week of sleep without having to worry about homework.
Giuseppie Baby
Published by Hieu on at 8:01 AM.
I talked to A today. He told me Joey (Giuseppie, Fat Joe, Stinky Joe, Greasy Monkey, Pee Machine) had passed on. He apparently ran away one night after the move.. and didn't want to come home. Couple of weeks later, A found him.... or someone like him.... on the side of the road. Baby Joey was born outdoors, lived outdoors for a few months before he adopted us. He'd hear our front door open and bound up the stairs to beg for food, or ask us to smell his latest poopie masterpiece. Once we decided we had to take him in, we started trying to find him a good home, but his greasy goodness and the way he'd hide in my arms when we went for car rides made us love him more and we kept him. He got so chunky he'd have to sleep propped up against the wall or the couch. He had the cutest wifebeater, boxer, socks combination ever. We'll he's gone now. Hopefully somewhere nice where others can appreciate his greasiness.
...to me and my Sambas!! It's been one year since these babies came into my life and made them soo much more comfy than I could ever imagine... Many thanks to SambaMike for taking me to the little room with the shoes and helping me try them on...
And happy St. Patricks Day!
And happy St. Patricks Day!
Someone who'll send me home at 5:15 in the morning, telling me I'm loved, after we've been talking all night about our fears. Someone who lets me know I'm not the only one afraid of the shit I'm afraid of. Someone who reminds me that it is about me, not those people, me. The person who lets me cry the stupid tears that I cry for the stupid stupid people and the stupid stupid things I cry about.... This is my best friend. My best friend is my angel. My best friend will always be there for me, no matter what, no matter where, no matter when, and when nothing else matters. Thank you, God, for without my best friend, I have no idea where I would be right now.
I look good with babies.
JP came to visit his Lubbock family with his mommy and daddy and I got to hold him for a little bit. This kid's gonna be a heart breaker--he looked at me all interested like with his beautiful eyes ::giggle:: I'm his first Asian!!
JP came to visit his Lubbock family with his mommy and daddy and I got to hold him for a little bit. This kid's gonna be a heart breaker--he looked at me all interested like with his beautiful eyes ::giggle:: I'm his first Asian!!
Das right.. Pi Day.. 3.14159
1) i'm syndicated (see link bottom left).
2) i'm pleased with the size of my boobages.
3) i found that versatile black skirt, and it goes with my boots.
4) i'm in love.
5) thin brownies rock.
6) i wanna write an article that says "want to bust the weight loss plateau? get pneumonia"
7) home gyms are the best.
8) my feetsies feel extra special soft
9) one can never have enough orange juice
10) cracker jack butter toffee quaker corn cakes: crackerjacks sans peanuts... yum!
2) i'm pleased with the size of my boobages.
3) i found that versatile black skirt, and it goes with my boots.
4) i'm in love.
5) thin brownies rock.
6) i wanna write an article that says "want to bust the weight loss plateau? get pneumonia"
7) home gyms are the best.
8) my feetsies feel extra special soft
9) one can never have enough orange juice
10) cracker jack butter toffee quaker corn cakes: crackerjacks sans peanuts... yum!
"better to love like a madman, to wander aimlessly and soak up experience indiscriminately, to love whomever comes along, to find use in useless things -- beauty in a tattered shack -- to dance across the lily pads of castle moats, through deep water do a do-si-do with a great white shark. this is me that dances alone just now, cuz' no one can see me singing and dancing free."
- Rick Clark
"Congratulations! Officially, you have successfully made 29 years of living on this earth." -- Dady.
Officially, i have 365 more days until I become "old". *gasp* yeaaaa happy BirthDay Me!
Officially, i have 365 more days until I become "old". *gasp* yeaaaa happy BirthDay Me!
last night, i was studying @ the denny's. probably a bad idea as i seemed to have picked up a bug. i now have "atypical pneumonia" according to the doctor yesterday who gave me the "ninety nine" test.. this is a test where you say 'ninety nine' over and over and they feel for vibrations in your back. sound waves travel better through liquid than in air so the fact that he could feel vibrations on my back when i was saying "ninety nine" meant that i had excess flooids in my lungs and therefore pneumonia. i told my brother and he laughed, "the ninety nine test? didn't they take a blood sample? and x-ray, anything else?" heee. i love my brother. and today's his birthday!! happy birthday bro!!
Dearest Mai,
I found your picture today, remember taking this one? That's you there in the middle. I miss you, you know. You were so kind to us when we came to visit. You never met us but you treated us like your own sisters. I remember that awesome feeling I had meeting you and your sister for the first time and finally knowing what it was like to have cousins! Mom would read us the letters you wrote but it wasn't the same. You have a heart of gold, girl. Though we had a slight language barrier, and a cloud of bug spray between us, we had one of the best times of my life together! I had a family, and you became a sister to me. I promised I would come home to visit, but I haven't yet. And I'm so sorry I missed you. Momma called today. She said you left us because of ovarian cancer. I wish I had known. I wish I could have been there for you and hold your hand. I wish you could have been here with me, maybe you'd still be here. Take care up there. I'll be home soon.
With Love,
Hieu
"....God's love is like a woman's love.. And we all know that a woman's love is like CrazyGlue, it never lets go...."
sometimes it's like constipation... when it doesn't want to come out. it's in there, but it's stuck and you can't get even a little bit on paper.... and sometimes you want to go, but you can't, you just can't bring yourself to go at all.
sometimes it's like liquid poopie... when it just keeps on coming and you can't make it stop. one endless flow after another with no end in sight.... and sometimes going on forever, draining you of all life.
sometimes it's like liquid poopie... when it just keeps on coming and you can't make it stop. one endless flow after another with no end in sight.... and sometimes going on forever, draining you of all life.
i actually heard that line today.
in fact it was a question that someone asked me.
the last time i heard that question was in mr. shannon's 5th grade class and it was the year of the jelly bracelets.
so i'm thinking, wow, a grown man is asking me if i think he's cute. well ofcourse i'm going to say he's cute. he's cute. he's a wee bit on the silly side for being actually older than me, but he's cute. i wonder if he thought i was cute. i mean why ask me if i wasn't cute right? yeah i'm cute. 8.1 on the hotornot scale. not the hottest, but definitely cute. i digress
so who is this guy?
a med student my dr. sent in to check on me. cute huh? yeah. that's what i thought.
in fact it was a question that someone asked me.
the last time i heard that question was in mr. shannon's 5th grade class and it was the year of the jelly bracelets.
so i'm thinking, wow, a grown man is asking me if i think he's cute. well ofcourse i'm going to say he's cute. he's cute. he's a wee bit on the silly side for being actually older than me, but he's cute. i wonder if he thought i was cute. i mean why ask me if i wasn't cute right? yeah i'm cute. 8.1 on the hotornot scale. not the hottest, but definitely cute. i digress
so who is this guy?
a med student my dr. sent in to check on me. cute huh? yeah. that's what i thought.
A couple of semesters ago, PDitty sent me a link to a set of photos from the guys at her school. The link no longer exists or I would post it. These guys are quite hot. We're talking MTV Spring Break Special hot. Yeah. Hot. So I sent her a recently snapped picture of some of the guys in my dept. The file was a little too large for her mailbox, so there was some lag time before I got the response. Here's the conversation:
PDitty: but they're not good looking
me: these are the guys we have at Tech.
PDitty: i think you only picked the rotton apples out of the bunch
me: so none of those guys in there are hot
PDitty: that was a waste of webmail space
me: dood that's harsh
PDitty: well not like their ugly
PDitty: it just wasnt that pleasant
PDitty: no one was really very pleasant
so i'm not going to post that picture either. yeah. better for everyone involved.
PDitty: but they're not good looking
me: these are the guys we have at Tech.
PDitty: i think you only picked the rotton apples out of the bunch
me: so none of those guys in there are hot
PDitty: that was a waste of webmail space
me: dood that's harsh
PDitty: well not like their ugly
PDitty: it just wasnt that pleasant
PDitty: no one was really very pleasant
so i'm not going to post that picture either. yeah. better for everyone involved.
The Stuff Good Days are Made of
0 Comments Published by Hieu on Wednesday, March 03, 2004 at 8:32 PM.
Good days are made up of moments when you find out that your next test wasn't today, but infact not until after spring break. They're made up of bid-sniping goodness when your buddy wins a bike on ebay. It also helps to get an email from a professor who says that there's no homework and the next test is pushed back a couple of days. Good days are made of up little instances when you realize your prayers were answered and you get to see your bestest friends looking better than they were last semester. Good days are as good as icecream in a waffle bowl that's way too big for your tummy but you eat it anyway. Good days are auspicious.
Good days end well when you realize you can sleep for hours on end and wake up before you alarmclock. They start out well when you wake up to a purring face or a picture of people who love you. Good days rock.
I hope you're having good days.
Good days end well when you realize you can sleep for hours on end and wake up before you alarmclock. They start out well when you wake up to a purring face or a picture of people who love you. Good days rock.
I hope you're having good days.
Each day is mostly a series of negotiations between the seemingy rational and definitely irrational halves of gray matter that fills in my skull. Today, for instance, there were negotiations regarding class attendance. Rational Hu gray matter says: "you paid for it you should go". Irrational Hu gray matter says: "you don't want to spread SARS now do you?, besides you could sleep - it's not like you'll retain anything anyway". The more popular negotiations have to do with sleep, Rational Hu: "Sleep is for the weak". Irrational Hu: "You have to sleep sometime, and right now it's really nice over here on this bed.. yeaah, that's right.. it's niiiice". Rational Hu: "You'll never wake up on time". Irrational Hu: "You'll wake up *wink*".
