There once was a man named Bubba
0 Comments Published by Hieu on Thursday, July 29, 2004 at 10:48 PM.
I spent the last two days in a nice little spot of Texas named Matagorda. As part of my work experience, I get to travel the area owned by this wonderous firm for which I work and see what all it is that they do. I met a new friend who has adopted a new name: JimBob. She's never met someone named Bubba and was very intrigued by the name. So much so, she now calls me Bubba. Aside from the interesting people, there were a whole lotta photo ops and new wildlife to see. We ate lunch across the river from some ferrel hogs, saw a ribbon snake cross the road, saw another snake being eaten by birds (think Nemo and the birds saying "Mine Mine Mine!"), a dead shark, and blue crabs. Yes, I'll post pictures - when I'm not so lazy.
Finally got some camping in this summer. The Camping-Guru got us all set up at one of my favorite sites ever. He also asked that we pick up a few items on our way out. Well, you say, who doesn't ask for a few items from civilization... I ask you, who do *you* know requests country rabbit pate, brie, two crusty baggettes, water crackers, and nekkid almonds for a weekend among asian clams. Yeah, it was a little froo-froo, but we added to the frooness with chocolate covered coffee beans, six bottles of wine, and other assorted chocolate covered goodies. All kinds of goodness. We were missing the LesbianTechnology(TM): portable AC units, CoverTheWorld Tarps, Deep Fryers with assorted battered fish fillets, but it was fun all around.
Highlights:
Highlights:
- I shared an airmattress with two men.
- I got to swim in water. Real water. In moonlight.
- I wore a pink tiger stripped sarong - courtesy of the Party-Guru
- I left without any major scratches or bruises.
When I'm caught up with the rest of my life, I'll post pictures.
i called Tech to find out why i haven't recieved financial aid yet.
their response: their records show that i'm not a citizen.
really?
really.
they want a copy of my citizenship paperwork.
well they coulda told me.
they did.
really?
well they think so.
well i think not. see, they also seem to think they send out transcripts and other important documents, but they really don't. they just think they do. their hearts are in the right place...
their response: their records show that i'm not a citizen.
really?
really.
they want a copy of my citizenship paperwork.
well they coulda told me.
they did.
really?
well they think so.
well i think not. see, they also seem to think they send out transcripts and other important documents, but they really don't. they just think they do. their hearts are in the right place...
seriously.
one can have perfect hair swept back by a pair of snazzy sunglasses, wearing the absolutely cute shirt that was purchased while on x-treme sale, carrying a perfectly warmed mug of beverage and whaaa-Paaak!! perfectly warm mug of beverage becomes implanted into left breast ruining the absolutley cute shirt.
and it's hard to be graceful when your lung is now collapsed by the invading breast tissue and mug of hot water. to the massive male that plowed through, forgive me for not being sincere when i said i was okay.
one can have perfect hair swept back by a pair of snazzy sunglasses, wearing the absolutely cute shirt that was purchased while on x-treme sale, carrying a perfectly warmed mug of beverage and whaaa-Paaak!! perfectly warm mug of beverage becomes implanted into left breast ruining the absolutley cute shirt.
and it's hard to be graceful when your lung is now collapsed by the invading breast tissue and mug of hot water. to the massive male that plowed through, forgive me for not being sincere when i said i was okay.
one of those days where the world makes a poo poo on your head and there's nothing you can do about it
0 Comments Published by Hieu on Monday, July 19, 2004 at 10:59 PM.
i just wanted it to be like any other saturday. one where i take the roomie to another cool only in this town kinda thing and we have bubble tea, do some shopping and all is good. but no. oh no.
the store i was looking for isn't there anymore. not only did i not find it. i twisted my foot and now i have a huge ugly gash from my sandals. this was followed by us being harrassed by CrazyDemocratGimmieYourMoneyMan. i tried telling him i was a poor non-citizen student... he said $5 would help. $5 can buy me a damn good plate of migas, freak. decided hey, why not hit up a bubble tea place, cause anything with bubbles and tea has to be happy. unless it was today and it was me. girl behind the counter asks me what i want... i said i'll have the same thing i had yesterday: mango-coconut with pearls and leechees. she asks me how to make it. grr. this goes on for a while so i said forget it. gimmie a bubble tea with mango. she asks if i want a "schmoodie or shrushie". no that's really how she says it. in her broken anime character english which begins to grate on my nerves. and she asks me this atleast 4 more times. what's the difference i ask. "ones a schmoodie, ones a shrushie". grr. you see how my patience wears thin. apparently they're both made in a blender, both have ice, and the only difference is in her empty head. alas we get two mango slushies, and mine is served not quite full and in a plastic cup with a huge crack down the center and the goodness gushes out. considering i was charged a dollar more than yesterday for the same thing and she took her time remaking my bubble tea, i was remarkably proud of myself for not strangling her with the hello kitty purse in the display case. we walk out of the bubble tea place only to find my car had been towed.. to canadia.. by the chinese people next door.. who acted like they didn't speak english until i threatened used of a lawyer.. something about "dis ee our paah-kin lot, you no eat here, you no paaaahk. sign say".. what the sign says is not to park "here" where the sign is. and i parked in a clearly unmarked lot. how do i know, i took a picture of it. i also took a picture of the guy taking down the sign to put in the spot where i had parked. asss-hoooo. $130 and hours later, we come to find that this is a regular scam of these chinese food people who have no other business than to tow cars belonging to those who drink bubble tea. no matter, i have a good lawyer, and i was going to go shopping anyway by golly. and everywhere we went, there were asian help staff. and it went like this.. this is me, perusing the shiny pretty things...."are you ready to check out yet?" .. and i was no where near the register. dood. still looking here.. see me not in line. yeah. so you think it stops here? oh no. we go home.. its 9:30.. our hotel keys don't work. fine. wait till the help comes and rekeys the keys... get into the room.. and we're infested with creepy crawly things with wings.. go back to the help and get keys to a different room in which to sleep. well that should be okay, right? sleep is good right? cause tomorrow i autocross right? no. why not? cause dumb ass "forgot" to tell me that he can't bring the car. Trebek says the answer is: "what's the fastest way to piss off Hieu!" That's right friends. We have a winner.
that was Saturday. i survived Sunday. today though, today I came home to my brand new sandals chewed to bits by Sir Vicious Vi. don't worry yet, he's still alive.
to top it off, thanks to the wonderful combination of my reCOCKulously big mouth, giving nature, and trusting heart... the money I hoped to save this summer so I could eat for two more semesters, shot to freaking hell. doesn't help that i extended my lease back home, i can't afford it now. anybody want a sandal eating cat for $500?
i'm having a bad few days. i know i'm not the only one either.. but really, i could be left alone for a good while, thanks.
the store i was looking for isn't there anymore. not only did i not find it. i twisted my foot and now i have a huge ugly gash from my sandals. this was followed by us being harrassed by CrazyDemocratGimmieYourMoneyMan. i tried telling him i was a poor non-citizen student... he said $5 would help. $5 can buy me a damn good plate of migas, freak. decided hey, why not hit up a bubble tea place, cause anything with bubbles and tea has to be happy. unless it was today and it was me. girl behind the counter asks me what i want... i said i'll have the same thing i had yesterday: mango-coconut with pearls and leechees. she asks me how to make it. grr. this goes on for a while so i said forget it. gimmie a bubble tea with mango. she asks if i want a "schmoodie or shrushie". no that's really how she says it. in her broken anime character english which begins to grate on my nerves. and she asks me this atleast 4 more times. what's the difference i ask. "ones a schmoodie, ones a shrushie". grr. you see how my patience wears thin. apparently they're both made in a blender, both have ice, and the only difference is in her empty head. alas we get two mango slushies, and mine is served not quite full and in a plastic cup with a huge crack down the center and the goodness gushes out. considering i was charged a dollar more than yesterday for the same thing and she took her time remaking my bubble tea, i was remarkably proud of myself for not strangling her with the hello kitty purse in the display case. we walk out of the bubble tea place only to find my car had been towed.. to canadia.. by the chinese people next door.. who acted like they didn't speak english until i threatened used of a lawyer.. something about "dis ee our paah-kin lot, you no eat here, you no paaaahk. sign say".. what the sign says is not to park "here" where the sign is. and i parked in a clearly unmarked lot. how do i know, i took a picture of it. i also took a picture of the guy taking down the sign to put in the spot where i had parked. asss-hoooo. $130 and hours later, we come to find that this is a regular scam of these chinese food people who have no other business than to tow cars belonging to those who drink bubble tea. no matter, i have a good lawyer, and i was going to go shopping anyway by golly. and everywhere we went, there were asian help staff. and it went like this.. this is me, perusing the shiny pretty things...."are you ready to check out yet?" .. and i was no where near the register. dood. still looking here.. see me not in line. yeah. so you think it stops here? oh no. we go home.. its 9:30.. our hotel keys don't work. fine. wait till the help comes and rekeys the keys... get into the room.. and we're infested with creepy crawly things with wings.. go back to the help and get keys to a different room in which to sleep. well that should be okay, right? sleep is good right? cause tomorrow i autocross right? no. why not? cause dumb ass "forgot" to tell me that he can't bring the car. Trebek says the answer is: "what's the fastest way to piss off Hieu!" That's right friends. We have a winner.
that was Saturday. i survived Sunday. today though, today I came home to my brand new sandals chewed to bits by Sir Vicious Vi. don't worry yet, he's still alive.
to top it off, thanks to the wonderful combination of my reCOCKulously big mouth, giving nature, and trusting heart... the money I hoped to save this summer so I could eat for two more semesters, shot to freaking hell. doesn't help that i extended my lease back home, i can't afford it now. anybody want a sandal eating cat for $500?
i'm having a bad few days. i know i'm not the only one either.. but really, i could be left alone for a good while, thanks.
I thought I'd build and price me one of these babies since I've been blessed to have been given the chance to drive one... I wonder how many magic genie - 'god if you really love me you'd do this for me' points I used up. I love this color, metallic basalt black I believe it's called... and I picked wheels, for some reason they didn't show up.. So this'll be my baby uno.
And at the great suggestion of the GT3 owner, I will also own one of these babies, in this the very sexy Crystal Gray Metallic. The blue on the inside matches the blue in my wardrobe, good stuff. Plus, hot guys drive this car... I've seen them... So that would automatically make me hot right? Yes, I believe so. And so we have baby deux.
And yeah, that makes a lotta grey cars in the house, but this Titanium Grey will match my grey Frooty laptop that I will also get one day soon. And this makes tres. Hee hee heeeee. Giddy.
Now if I only had a guy to share this all with... Maybe I should start taking applications. Feel free to apply. Email a resume slash picture to me at my domain and we'll just go from there okay? Let it be noted I will have to check driving records ;-)
i had no idea boba teas have the option of leechee goodness! holy crap! that is so awesome! so i've racked up all kinds of places i'm taking my friend when he comes down to visit, if and when he does. and on the way to find this boba place, i saw a clown. she was out making kids smile. i love seeing kids smile. boba tea makes me smile. so does my friend. but not when he tells me about his adventures in fundrasing for local law enforcement.
Came home t'night and there were 4 cameries in a row... That's mine there on the end, then my roomies, then random peoples... How cool is that? Yeah only cool people park here.
So I picked up a few new accessories the past couple of weeks... Whaddya think? They match the interior of my future car, a good majority of my wardrobe... you know the important stuff.
what else is there to say when one comes home after driving 105+ mph in a GT3 up and down Highway 1? mucho thanks to the kindness and courtesy of the wonderful owner who, number one - let me drive, and number two - complimented me on my driving. i can now die a happy single girl. le sigh.
the sound of the engine.
the sound of the tires rubbing.
the sound of the engine whining as i floor it.
the sound of the road echoing through the car.
and what could be better than for him to tell me that i'd be good in a wrx sti. hee hee, i get Xtra giddy when someone mentions my secret crush.
no picture this time, all you'd see is the smear of lights around the windshield.
the sound of the engine.
the sound of the tires rubbing.
the sound of the engine whining as i floor it.
the sound of the road echoing through the car.
and what could be better than for him to tell me that i'd be good in a wrx sti. hee hee, i get Xtra giddy when someone mentions my secret crush.
no picture this time, all you'd see is the smear of lights around the windshield.
I haven't been around blogging lately, mostly because I've been sporting this pretty baby around. It's mah '04 S40. It's aight you know, only 170 hp, but it makes a barely audible whining sound when you punch the accelerator, kinda nice. So is the leather and faux wood interior. Not too shabby at all. I've been runnin around with this little baby for almost a week now, getting a little attached, just a little - you'd be too if you rode around in this with me :-)
Mine kick'd a little bit o' ass!! All I really wanted was to play in the water. Sea water - not crappy chlorinated water - sea water. And I did, and it was good. So good that I had to be pulled from the water!! Sure the beach wasn't that pretty, but it was the beach. The last bit of beach I'm gonna see before hitting SCP again. The trip down was thankfully uneventful and it was good to see the sun out for once 'cause it had been raining for weeks. Got to stay with Judy n'Allen and the kitties and drink yummy drinks: crackIceTea®, crackLemonade®, and TawnyPort. Judy's famous family came over and we got to interact and chow down on some bbq and tell funnies. Got to see fireworks at one of their friend's place, eat 3 lbs of shrimp, watch Allen shake his groove thing, watch Mike attempting to do the same. The drive back was interesting, I learned that off-roading from a stopped freeway to the service road is a ticketable offense, not a good thing.
So here are a few pictures from my adventures...
Judy's family
Me and the water (galveston's always this dirty, lots more sand yuckies this time though)
The firework finale (don't ask why I turned the camera over, even I don't know)
Other requested videos of Allen and Mike and that Itty Bitty Bike
So here are a few pictures from my adventures...
Judy's family
Me and the water (galveston's always this dirty, lots more sand yuckies this time though)
The firework finale (don't ask why I turned the camera over, even I don't know)
Other requested videos of Allen and Mike and that Itty Bitty Bike
i appologize in advance for this post not going anywhere and actually having a point. proceed at your own risk of annoyance.
couple of days ago, i got an email from a friend who suggested that i find myself a sugar daddy. i don't need a sugar daddy. i don't need anything really. i have everything i need and nothing i don't - thankfully. that's not to say i don't *want* anything... goodness knows i want my fair share of converibles - blue in color, tall blonde buckets of love, and a puppy... but i am happy with what i have and couldn't be more so. it makes me sad that people would think that i needed something like a sugar daddy. hee. they need coolness like me.
so yesterday i got to crawl around in a boiler... for those of you who were not blessed with thermo-goodness, see this. it was crazy warm in there and the hole we crawled in was only as wide as my hips (yes i know i have hips, but it wasn't that big). it was neato to see where all the heat comes from to make the steam that runs the power plant, but i have to admit there was a point in time in which i felt as if i could be mistakenly sealed inside of this thing and be baked schinders list style. not a good feeling i assure you. the drive was beautiful and if it were possible to snap photoquality pictures of the scenery while enjoying the roads, i would have. so ya'll have to take my word for it.
and today... today i was side-creamed by a ford F150XL sport truck. needless to say the truck won. my camery lost a turnsignal. a clean break but a break nonetheless. the guy was nice about it, admitted fault, gave me info.. goodstuff like that. but i wasn't happy. it just kinda went along with my day which was kinda good, mostly unnerving. work was good though the piping carrying the motivation juices in my brain were cut off. there was the truck thing, and then there was much aggrivation dealing with weekend plans. not really caring to much about others at the end of the day i chose to be selfish and make it all about me, cause damn it, i deserve to be girly once in a while. not a quality i'm particularly proud of but it relieves a lot of stress.
i learned something about myself too. i do better when i'm me. you say 'well duh' but you have to understand, i've been not-me (not-hieu = not-you = funny haa haa get it?) for a long time. mostly dealing with issues the way others deal with issues (guilt trips and mind games). and lately, i've been myself in dealing with touchy feely people, ignorant folk, things that bother me and my pet peeve pushing people... and i have to say, i'm doing pretty darn good with the extremely lowered stress level. To commorate my new found stresslessness, I aquired this cute happy bunny pin:
couple of days ago, i got an email from a friend who suggested that i find myself a sugar daddy. i don't need a sugar daddy. i don't need anything really. i have everything i need and nothing i don't - thankfully. that's not to say i don't *want* anything... goodness knows i want my fair share of converibles - blue in color, tall blonde buckets of love, and a puppy... but i am happy with what i have and couldn't be more so. it makes me sad that people would think that i needed something like a sugar daddy. hee. they need coolness like me.
so yesterday i got to crawl around in a boiler... for those of you who were not blessed with thermo-goodness, see this. it was crazy warm in there and the hole we crawled in was only as wide as my hips (yes i know i have hips, but it wasn't that big). it was neato to see where all the heat comes from to make the steam that runs the power plant, but i have to admit there was a point in time in which i felt as if i could be mistakenly sealed inside of this thing and be baked schinders list style. not a good feeling i assure you. the drive was beautiful and if it were possible to snap photoquality pictures of the scenery while enjoying the roads, i would have. so ya'll have to take my word for it.
and today... today i was side-creamed by a ford F150XL sport truck. needless to say the truck won. my camery lost a turnsignal. a clean break but a break nonetheless. the guy was nice about it, admitted fault, gave me info.. goodstuff like that. but i wasn't happy. it just kinda went along with my day which was kinda good, mostly unnerving. work was good though the piping carrying the motivation juices in my brain were cut off. there was the truck thing, and then there was much aggrivation dealing with weekend plans. not really caring to much about others at the end of the day i chose to be selfish and make it all about me, cause damn it, i deserve to be girly once in a while. not a quality i'm particularly proud of but it relieves a lot of stress.
i learned something about myself too. i do better when i'm me. you say 'well duh' but you have to understand, i've been not-me (not-hieu = not-you = funny haa haa get it?) for a long time. mostly dealing with issues the way others deal with issues (guilt trips and mind games). and lately, i've been myself in dealing with touchy feely people, ignorant folk, things that bother me and my pet peeve pushing people... and i have to say, i'm doing pretty darn good with the extremely lowered stress level. To commorate my new found stresslessness, I aquired this cute happy bunny pin:
I lunched with a special person and their significant other today at the Boatyard (excellent place to eat by the way should you ever come to visit me, ask me to take you there). It's soo good to see people who are happy together. Makes me think that yeah, people need to have other peoples who's lives they can make happy to make themselves happy - did that make sense? My special person looks years younger and soo much more energetic, le sigh. Makes me want to have my own person to make happy. Looks like the BigManUpstairs(TM)is gonna make me wait till I find mine. Meanie.
