When hottie cowboys come up from the southern most tip 'o Texas to visit me, I have to walk them through the prettier parts of my beloved campus. Here, Sergio poses by the "hand of alphabet-soup". We thought about scammin a letter or two ;-)
Having tried everything from Aveda, Garnier, Dove, Infusium to Panteen, I've never been successful at keeping my hair from looking fro-like with the frizziness until now. This summer my mom sent me back to school with a set of shampoos from Redken - their color extender set. My hair actually stays down now even when it's humid out. And it really works: The shampoo/conditioner combo has managed to keep the rusty orangutang orange out of my hair!
This afternoon, I was walking hurridly across the walkway along the new SBC Stadium when I noticed a man-hole with "SEWER" stamped across it. Well what do you know, the Stadium has it's own sewer system. And then I thought, well eww, that's like one huge septic tank underneath all of this grass I'm walking by... Then I thought, as I sloshed through the stangant pond of muck on the way to my car, it smells like sewer, and I'm probably walking in it, eww.
I've learned vicariously through another student that our campus administration is full of rat's asses that do little more than poop pellets of carcinogenic b.s. Thankfully I'm out soon.
Some people's children will do and say every and anything to get out of a few feet of leg work. These same people's children will also drop any and everything to take part in a talent show. In the entertaining event that you call them on it, you'll get called names and they'll stomp off slaming the door behind them.
Friends will do crazy things like drive from Brownsville up to Buttocks to visit you and bring you comfy blankets and buy you unhealthy dinners just to say, "Hey Bebe, I miss you!".
Friends also say thank you and give good hugs!
Women friend of men friends don't like other women friend of their men friends. The protective nature of some of these girls are beyond me.
There really are guys out there who have hearts...I know, I couldn't believe it myself.
Some guys when you meet them, are absolute dolls, and they're soo easy to fall in love with. But then they ruin it by taking the friendship for granted.
Fresh rain smells good early in the morning when it's cold out.
It's late and I must sleep. :-)
I've learned vicariously through another student that our campus administration is full of rat's asses that do little more than poop pellets of carcinogenic b.s. Thankfully I'm out soon.
Some people's children will do and say every and anything to get out of a few feet of leg work. These same people's children will also drop any and everything to take part in a talent show. In the entertaining event that you call them on it, you'll get called names and they'll stomp off slaming the door behind them.
Friends will do crazy things like drive from Brownsville up to Buttocks to visit you and bring you comfy blankets and buy you unhealthy dinners just to say, "Hey Bebe, I miss you!".
Friends also say thank you and give good hugs!
Women friend of men friends don't like other women friend of their men friends. The protective nature of some of these girls are beyond me.
There really are guys out there who have hearts...I know, I couldn't believe it myself.
Some guys when you meet them, are absolute dolls, and they're soo easy to fall in love with. But then they ruin it by taking the friendship for granted.
Fresh rain smells good early in the morning when it's cold out.
It's late and I must sleep. :-)
Long long ago, in a land far far away I was a little girl with a kid brother . We were both sprawled out on the floor religiously watching He-Man reruns early in the afternoon. I was peeling and eating the last bit of a juicy orange when he turned to ask if he could have the last piece. I made him promise to be my best friend foreeeeever first. He did and he enjoyed that last little bit of sticky juiciness.
One of my more favorite memories of my brother as my little brother.
Another one would be when he found out I was lying when I said it was bad luck to put a rake on the roof. Don't ask.
Love you, Choomy!
One of my more favorite memories of my brother as my little brother.
Another one would be when he found out I was lying when I said it was bad luck to put a rake on the roof. Don't ask.
Love you, Choomy!
Seen that Buffalo Wild Wings Commercial where the couple is sitting at a table by a window and raw eggs are being thrown at them? The raw eggs are being thrown by chicken. Chicken are throwing eggs. They're throwing their unborn young to protest people eating spiced up chicken wings. I get cows holding signs saying "Eat Mor Cheekin", but chicken throwing their unborn young?? That's like people throwing fetuses innit?
I find that disturbing.
I find that disturbing.
1) I'd like my very own gay best friend.
2) New Tennis Racket strung with new strings.
3) A picture of all of my friends.
4) Camping Trip.
And that's just the beginning.
2) New Tennis Racket strung with new strings.
3) A picture of all of my friends.
4) Camping Trip.
And that's just the beginning.
In record time even! 2 hours for graphics and dreamweaver goodness! Can you tell I didn't want to pack and drive in the rain?? Also, didn't help that I'm still waiting on an email from a certain someone who's ignoring me. *grr*
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just when i thought it was over
0 Comments Published by Hieu on Saturday, September 25, 2004 at 12:25 AM.
cause it's friday and that's the end of the week.. oh no, no it's not. still going strong with the suckage.
It's been atleast 5 years for some of my classmates.. but wow, it's like nothing's changed since middle school....
It isn't so common apparently.
It's only Wednesday but my week has been riddled with IDIOTS. As Merriam-Webster so kindly puts it, "person affected with idiocy".
We had a cookout last week on the same day that: all my classes met, I had to meet with our sponsors, I had to run a meeting, and as a result I had to rely on the brain power of people with whom I share an increasingly expensive campus.
Simple was my request that they store the left over food so that it could be used in the following week. Simple was their brain that these idiots left uncooked and uncovered meat lying in a dirty pan in the refrigerated part of the refrigerator - not the freezer section.
I get an email this morning informing me of the newly festering bio-hazard in my beloved building.
Bloodpressure having since returned to a normal level, I will say this: Heads will roll.
It's only Wednesday but my week has been riddled with IDIOTS. As Merriam-Webster so kindly puts it, "person affected with idiocy".
We had a cookout last week on the same day that: all my classes met, I had to meet with our sponsors, I had to run a meeting, and as a result I had to rely on the brain power of people with whom I share an increasingly expensive campus.
Simple was my request that they store the left over food so that it could be used in the following week. Simple was their brain that these idiots left uncooked and uncovered meat lying in a dirty pan in the refrigerated part of the refrigerator - not the freezer section.
I get an email this morning informing me of the newly festering bio-hazard in my beloved building.
Bloodpressure having since returned to a normal level, I will say this: Heads will roll.
In the laboratory class I attend, we're assigned to groups with members not of our own choosing. This is to simulate a typical project-type work environment... In the RealWorld(TM).
I can say with full confidence, some of these people would not be working in any company where I would be working. In the freak event that they would be, I would quit, pull out my holdings and run.
So simple is the task of breaking down a 25 page report into 5 simple sections that one would think, "wow, this is all I have to do? great! let me make it shine!" Sadly, out of 5 pages of information one person had to provide, only 42 words were readable in their original arrangement and every piece of graphical information had to be redone. In the end, this section was completely useless as it was done haphazardly by someone who would better serve the world washing windshields.
The result being that I spent over 10 hours the last two nights trying to "fix" the problem when I gave up. Thankfully the rest of my lab group was blessed with more than 5 grams of grey matter.
I can say with full confidence, some of these people would not be working in any company where I would be working. In the freak event that they would be, I would quit, pull out my holdings and run.
So simple is the task of breaking down a 25 page report into 5 simple sections that one would think, "wow, this is all I have to do? great! let me make it shine!" Sadly, out of 5 pages of information one person had to provide, only 42 words were readable in their original arrangement and every piece of graphical information had to be redone. In the end, this section was completely useless as it was done haphazardly by someone who would better serve the world washing windshields.
The result being that I spent over 10 hours the last two nights trying to "fix" the problem when I gave up. Thankfully the rest of my lab group was blessed with more than 5 grams of grey matter.
Hieu-morous Stuff is 2 years old Today!
And there it went. The day. I had all of one class, but BAM, the day is gone - and I'm still not done with the one thing I had to do today. Makes one wonder...
It's been posted just about everywhere by now, so why not here :-) I like being included.....
So.... McKracker and I were reviewing calendars... The one weekend either of us has free to like.. oh I dunno, *live* in these places where we pay rent?... The one weekend would be the one of dead week. Symbolic isn't it...
Good news is I get to travel the States, visit Peeps, see my lil' Bro, and sCmOOze with people who can help me out if I ever need jobbie goodness of any sort (reference letters, networking, jobbie jobs themselves, etc).
Good news is I get to travel the States, visit Peeps, see my lil' Bro, and sCmOOze with people who can help me out if I ever need jobbie goodness of any sort (reference letters, networking, jobbie jobs themselves, etc).
Soo good and yet.. so bad
0 Comments Published by Hieu on Wednesday, September 15, 2004 at 12:51 AM.
I was given this new lotion to help my nails grow and keep my skin soft. It works miracles, its great, my nails grow and they're strong, but by golly, it smells like week old baby throw up. It really does. Yuck.
Drove up to bigD with McG and friend in tow. The annual Leadership Seminar was held at the Holi-Crap Inn by LoveField as usual, and this year I got to present. The presentation went well, and I may have actually done some good for those that stayed to watch me talk.
I know I did pleasantly well considering I sat in a room with 50mph arctic gusts breaking down my immune system. I definitely did well considering I was complimented on how well I stood up after the night of bad wine and crazy drinking games. With every trip, we learn a few valuable lessons. The lesson on this trip was: Don't trust a bottle from the hand of an Arkansas man. The Ark kids stole a bottle of vino from the display case in the Holi-Crap Inn lobby. Somehow they managed to remove the cork by pushing it through so that the cork floated in the "wine". By the grace of rednecks, the bottle made it to my hand and I took a swig. It apparently did bad, because for the 2nd time in my life, I threw up. The "wine" was more like engine cleaner and it did a very bad bad thing to my tummy. I remeber positioning myself on my bed so that if I did upchuck i wouldn't drown. It worked, and I survived to talk the next day. Some where in the drinking we met O-Scar, the guard and he talked to us about his "aSSociates". Another drunk kid tried to speak french to me while showing off my tattoo. A few others were surprized to learned that quarters is played by bouncing them off of people's asses in some of the more funner cities in Texas.
Saturday and Sunday were good, lots of good topics, couple of very bad topics and about 3.5 hours of life lost. There was this "Motivational Speaker" who prefered to be referred to as a sales man. He did a lot of yelling and pulling of emotional strings. I, on the other hand, day dreamed about the possibility of completing my design project before the semester was over so that hour wasn't a complete loss. Then there was talk of change and continuity. There was obvious continuity of the whining and the "don't really know where we're going", and it wasn't going to change anytime soon. It's something that has to be done, but much like my own local organization, things need to be done, but no one else really wants to step up to the plate and take some responsibility.
About that. My org this year is lucky in that it has two really excellent very talented and dedicated people who help out in every way possible. Two years ago I was really afraid it was only going to be me. But now I have two more me's. Thank you to the dieties that be that blessed this semester with some helping hands. Kudo's to McG and theManOfStrongWords for helping this year. If it weren't for them, I would quit...
I know I did pleasantly well considering I sat in a room with 50mph arctic gusts breaking down my immune system. I definitely did well considering I was complimented on how well I stood up after the night of bad wine and crazy drinking games. With every trip, we learn a few valuable lessons. The lesson on this trip was: Don't trust a bottle from the hand of an Arkansas man. The Ark kids stole a bottle of vino from the display case in the Holi-Crap Inn lobby. Somehow they managed to remove the cork by pushing it through so that the cork floated in the "wine". By the grace of rednecks, the bottle made it to my hand and I took a swig. It apparently did bad, because for the 2nd time in my life, I threw up. The "wine" was more like engine cleaner and it did a very bad bad thing to my tummy. I remeber positioning myself on my bed so that if I did upchuck i wouldn't drown. It worked, and I survived to talk the next day. Some where in the drinking we met O-Scar, the guard and he talked to us about his "aSSociates". Another drunk kid tried to speak french to me while showing off my tattoo. A few others were surprized to learned that quarters is played by bouncing them off of people's asses in some of the more funner cities in Texas.
Saturday and Sunday were good, lots of good topics, couple of very bad topics and about 3.5 hours of life lost. There was this "Motivational Speaker" who prefered to be referred to as a sales man. He did a lot of yelling and pulling of emotional strings. I, on the other hand, day dreamed about the possibility of completing my design project before the semester was over so that hour wasn't a complete loss. Then there was talk of change and continuity. There was obvious continuity of the whining and the "don't really know where we're going", and it wasn't going to change anytime soon. It's something that has to be done, but much like my own local organization, things need to be done, but no one else really wants to step up to the plate and take some responsibility.
About that. My org this year is lucky in that it has two really excellent very talented and dedicated people who help out in every way possible. Two years ago I was really afraid it was only going to be me. But now I have two more me's. Thank you to the dieties that be that blessed this semester with some helping hands. Kudo's to McG and theManOfStrongWords for helping this year. If it weren't for them, I would quit...
case of Mondays & bottle of goodness
0 Comments Published by Hieu on Monday, September 13, 2004 at 10:09 PM.
It felt like a case of Monday's weighing a metric ass ton fell on my head - what between the 8 am phone calls, mandatory meetings in the middle of my class, annoying people, and too much to do and no man power to do it - it was typical.
The good thing? I get another trip to G-Town! Swank goodness all around... Not to mention, 4 days not in SCP (aka Buttocks, TX), surrounded by other cool Mechies. A couple of them are hotties, even! Intelligent hotties!?! Imagine that.
Tomorrow I write about RSLS in Dallas. Stay tuned.
The good thing? I get another trip to G-Town! Swank goodness all around... Not to mention, 4 days not in SCP (aka Buttocks, TX), surrounded by other cool Mechies. A couple of them are hotties, even! Intelligent hotties!?! Imagine that.
Tomorrow I write about RSLS in Dallas. Stay tuned.
It is short. It is too freakin short.
Theres so much I can say, so much to put in print and hope that you - dear reader - can learn from my last 4 days, or even my last 3 hours. Just trust me on this one.
Theres so much I can say, so much to put in print and hope that you - dear reader - can learn from my last 4 days, or even my last 3 hours. Just trust me on this one.
I've just been inspired.
I've just come home from the C L E A N E S T apartment known to man. (man and woman)
And by clean, I mean hotel lobby quality. And by hotel quality, I'm talking the high dollar places only really rich people ever get to go to. And by rich people, I mean like people so rich and important, they can afford to have you not know they exist.
This place was immaculate.
Nice setup with the computer hooked up to the tv goodness, Select alkehol lined up in the kitchen, decent desk with more high tech gadgetry.
One word: WOW.
I've just come home from the C L E A N E S T apartment known to man. (man and woman)
And by clean, I mean hotel lobby quality. And by hotel quality, I'm talking the high dollar places only really rich people ever get to go to. And by rich people, I mean like people so rich and important, they can afford to have you not know they exist.
This place was immaculate.
Nice setup with the computer hooked up to the tv goodness, Select alkehol lined up in the kitchen, decent desk with more high tech gadgetry.
One word: WOW.
ssssh.. it's a secret.. i have a SecretCrush, we'll just call him SC. *giggle*.
Sending shout outs to all my Patricks out there. You know who you guys are. I (heart) you little boys!! To baby Nyela, be good to your daddy!
To my Piglette, there are good guys out there, they're just not where you are. They're not where I am either, so it's not like I know where they are - I know they're not here.
:-)
To the peeps that work for me in my orgs, thank you soo much for doing your part to make school not such a bad place to be.
To those of you who suck a$s, you know who you are, cause I've told you so, thank you for making everyone else look like a badd ass.
Good night!
exit stage left
Sending shout outs to all my Patricks out there. You know who you guys are. I (heart) you little boys!! To baby Nyela, be good to your daddy!
To my Piglette, there are good guys out there, they're just not where you are. They're not where I am either, so it's not like I know where they are - I know they're not here.
:-)
To the peeps that work for me in my orgs, thank you soo much for doing your part to make school not such a bad place to be.
To those of you who suck a$s, you know who you are, cause I've told you so, thank you for making everyone else look like a badd ass.
Good night!
exit stage left
MIA Items From This Summer or They Didn't Make It Home
0 Comments Published by Hieu on Tuesday, September 07, 2004 at 6:08 PM.- My newly purchase bottle of Febreeze
- Really cool, very cute Gillette Razor
- The extra set of towels I took from the hotel
- Vivi's Treats
- Pair of comfy black socks
- Random snackables
What I have now, that I didn't before:
- A case of beer that I don't drink. Lovely.
Do you ever step away from a conversation with someone saying to yourself.... "wow, now I know why your parents treat you the way they do, you're an ass."
You know you go to a badd ass school and you're in a badd ass organization when your officer meetings are at a beer joint. Oooh yeah!
I didn't keep in contact with any of the people I knew in high school. They just weren't that important to me. Maybe it's cause they all had drama filled lives and crazy dreams that made them just a tad more than annoying to me. Granted a small handfull of them turned out alright and better than they had hoped, but again - we weren't that close, and I really didn't care to keep in touch.
Point of this entry being that, doods, when you're my age, it'd be good to have atleast made an effort to make friends other than the ones you had in high school. That's what college was for! I really don't see the point in keeping your circle of friends and your view of the world soo small that the only people that count to you, you met in high school. Really people, get out there, meet someone, not everyone bites.
I acutally know people like this, I'm not their friend for obvious reasons - we didn't go to the same high school. But what's really frightening is the phone call I got last night that drew me a picture of what happens to them when they grow up. Think soap opera.
Point of this entry being that, doods, when you're my age, it'd be good to have atleast made an effort to make friends other than the ones you had in high school. That's what college was for! I really don't see the point in keeping your circle of friends and your view of the world soo small that the only people that count to you, you met in high school. Really people, get out there, meet someone, not everyone bites.
I acutally know people like this, I'm not their friend for obvious reasons - we didn't go to the same high school. But what's really frightening is the phone call I got last night that drew me a picture of what happens to them when they grow up. Think soap opera.
Running around with my skoo' mates this extra long weekend, I was graciously exposed to this wonderful little gadget.... the iRiver iHP120. Very cool. Not only is it an MP3 (and other file type player), it also plugs in like a regular usb drive without extra software - the iPlod can't do that! Makes one wonder if iRiver came from iPod and River=Rio, both very popular mp3 players. I may have to add this to my collection of techno-goodness anyway. And yes, Mark, I add -ness to a lot of my words, live with it. I also discovered this other gadget, the iRock, this thing lets you hear your mp3 player through your car's FM radio - I didn't know this little guy existed. I couldn't find it ofcourse - I'm located in a place where I had to run around for 3 hours finding a hot spot to login. I bought a similar iRock like thing at Best Buy but it isn't as pretty. All kinds of good fun stuff out there. 10 more months, and I get to buy these things, cause I'll hopefully have a job by then!
Guys between the ages of 17 and 26 have this thing about them that allows them to be expert AssHoles. Not all of them use it. Those that do, do so without knowing. But it's Amazing. Absolutely Amazing.
It's not like I didn't know. I do know, and not only does it not bother me, but I've not made an effort to change anything up to avoid this oh so negativeness. I know that it's in how I interact with those around me, my choice of words that have no padding, and well my general distaste of white lies that keeps this whole thing alive. People don't like me. And it's all good with me.
See, at school not only do I participate as a student with head in book... I participate as a "leader" in organizations for my department, my college, my region, and my area of study. A lot of this kind of participation requires me to get things done. A good majority of the time it requires me to be quite curt, succinct, and making executive decisions that don't always agree with a few or even the general public. But, these things have to be done.
I learned a long time ago I can't please everyone. I learned this summer that sometimes the decisions we make as leaders are not always favorable with the people it affects, but they still need to be made to help a wider set of people.
It's not that I don't care that people hate me. I care, but only because I feel sad for them that they don't realize that I only seem mean to them because they're used to being coddled by their parents, their significant others, and their best friends. They hate the professors that tell them, "I'm sorry a 89.49 is an 89.49 and not an 89.5, and so you have a B". They hate cops that say, "It doesn't matter that you're pulling into the driveway of your house, you're still inebriated, here's your ticket". And so they hate me for saying, "I'm sorry, you've abused your privilages with our computer, we've changed the password and no you can't have it". They also hate me for saying "Please lets not talk when I'm talking". They hate me for saying, "Look, I'm sorry we're going to have to do this on this time table or it won't be done".
There are even a few that hate me to no end because I answered a mundane question during a critical moment with "not, right now".
Honestly, if these people thought they could do better, they've had their chance to challenge me. I'm an army of one most of the time anyway, it's not like I can't be defeated with an unexpected blow to the gut. These spineless snips run around spreading rumours and hate but they dare not confront me to my face. They bubble up and cry away to those in their inner circle to spread thier hate. It's all cowardess, really.
If these people don't like me, they could vote me down. Run against me. Start up an anti-Hieu campaign, but they don't. They just whine and bitch and moan to anyone who cares to listen and adopt some drama of their own.
I guess this is where these guys and girls become the disgruntled workers making measly pay and not getting promoted. These people will never be satisfied no matter who's in charge. Poor them.
And that's my thought for tonight. Good night all.
See, at school not only do I participate as a student with head in book... I participate as a "leader" in organizations for my department, my college, my region, and my area of study. A lot of this kind of participation requires me to get things done. A good majority of the time it requires me to be quite curt, succinct, and making executive decisions that don't always agree with a few or even the general public. But, these things have to be done.
I learned a long time ago I can't please everyone. I learned this summer that sometimes the decisions we make as leaders are not always favorable with the people it affects, but they still need to be made to help a wider set of people.
It's not that I don't care that people hate me. I care, but only because I feel sad for them that they don't realize that I only seem mean to them because they're used to being coddled by their parents, their significant others, and their best friends. They hate the professors that tell them, "I'm sorry a 89.49 is an 89.49 and not an 89.5, and so you have a B". They hate cops that say, "It doesn't matter that you're pulling into the driveway of your house, you're still inebriated, here's your ticket". And so they hate me for saying, "I'm sorry, you've abused your privilages with our computer, we've changed the password and no you can't have it". They also hate me for saying "Please lets not talk when I'm talking". They hate me for saying, "Look, I'm sorry we're going to have to do this on this time table or it won't be done".
There are even a few that hate me to no end because I answered a mundane question during a critical moment with "not, right now".
Honestly, if these people thought they could do better, they've had their chance to challenge me. I'm an army of one most of the time anyway, it's not like I can't be defeated with an unexpected blow to the gut. These spineless snips run around spreading rumours and hate but they dare not confront me to my face. They bubble up and cry away to those in their inner circle to spread thier hate. It's all cowardess, really.
If these people don't like me, they could vote me down. Run against me. Start up an anti-Hieu campaign, but they don't. They just whine and bitch and moan to anyone who cares to listen and adopt some drama of their own.
I guess this is where these guys and girls become the disgruntled workers making measly pay and not getting promoted. These people will never be satisfied no matter who's in charge. Poor them.
And that's my thought for tonight. Good night all.
