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Vday dinner was very cool. I’d wanted to stay in to avoid paying 3x regular prices for overcrowded restaurants, so Mr. W made New York strip steak, rosemary potatoes, steamed broccoli, ciabatta bread, and for dessert was a Valentine’s cookie (heavy on the frosting) and chocolate cherry ice cream. We had dessert while watching a few episodes of Friends on DVD. It was the perfect evening.

I was all excited to give him his present, two Category 1 tickets to Cirque du Soleil’s “Quidam.” I said, “It was so hard to keep quiet about your gift for so long!” as I handed him the card with the tickets hidden inside a flap. (Miami seaport was doing Cirque’s “Varekai” show and he’d wanted to squeeze a show in either before the cruise or upon our return. He kept saying how much he liked Cirque du Soleil. Finally, upon our return, he passed on it, saying that he would not be able maintain consciousness in a 3-hour darkened show right now.) He claimed to know what I got him because he said I didn’t keep very quiet, especially not during the cruise. I was surprised. And then I bopped his arm for being a spoiler. But lo and behold, when he opened the card, he said, “Well. I didn’t know you were gonna get me this. I love Cirque du Soleil!” HA.

For my present, aside from the nice dinner and chocolate covered strawberries and cookies left for me yesterday morning, was a whole bunch of our cruise photos printed out and framed. I’d been saying I want to print out digital photos to put them up, but I never got around to printing them because I didn’t know what size to print them, because I hadn’t bought frames, which I will probably never get around to doing. The wood he chose match the wood frame around my huge Kinkaid painting in the staircase, and it also matches the wood on my bannister. Yay, I have home decor now!

I brought the extra prints of our photos to work today and everyone I showed them to remarked on how happy I looked.

Oh yeah. Mr. W’s daughter had bought us two tiny ceramic fish chopstick holders, a green one and a blue one, which she brought to me all proud, and then in her excitement in talking about how she found them, she waved her right arm into the air, knocked the green fish out of my hand, it flew over both our heads, and landed on the floor and half its tail broke off. She was aggravated. It was the cutest thing and I couldn’t help laughing at her.

Dodo woke me up this morning at 6:15a with all the noise he was making batting a plastic bag on my desk in my bedroom. I chased him out, looked at the clock, and went back to sleep with some difficulty, determined not to get my day started until my alarm clock made me do so at 7am.

I woke up from a dream and looked at all the sunlight around me. I looked over my head at my clock. 9am! Holy crap! What happened?! I clamored out of bed and my leg collapsed underneath me and I fell to the floor. I shakily got up again and wobbled weakly to the bathroom, where I washed my face, skipped the hair brushing, makeup AND the contact lenses, put on my glasses, grabbed the pile of skirt and sweater in my bedroom that I’d taken off last nite before going to bed (I only wore the outfit a few hours at dinner with college roommie Diana, who’d flown in for a 2-day work-related thing yesterday), and ran out the house and drove to work. 5 minutes after falling (literally) out of bed. It wasn’t until I was on the way that I realized I wanted to wear a cute red outfit, not my baggy brown and black one. I’m returning to work from vacation looking more haggard than when I left.

Oh well. Happy Valentine’s Day, people.

I tried to post some photos of vacation, but the image hosting site is again having issues. It seems to upload just fine, but then instead of bringing me to the page with the photos, the page says that the site can’t be found. Going to the site manually doesn’t show the pictures I’d just uploaded. I’ve done the entire process twice. Oh well. I’ll give it some time to fix itself and try again tomorrow.

So today, after working on photos for most of the morning/afternoon, I got to drag Mr. W to my old high school for his first non-cruise Bingo session. He got close to a win a few times, but didn’t win anything major. We both won raffle door prizes. He got a free admission and free sets of Bingo cards for our next visit, and I won some huge wooden jewelry chest thing that I have no use for. But hey, it’s about the experience. Altho it would’ve been nice to win a few hundred bucks. The guy a few seats down from us won Bingo on the powerball, so he got his $250 for the Bingo and $1199 for the powerball. The lady next to Mr. W explained that if the win is over $1200 it’s taxable so they let it peak out at $1199. Pretty thoughtful.

Oh my gosh. I just realized I missed William’s birthday, which was Monday. I remember that last year, a few days past my birthday, I got an email from him wishing me a happy belated birthday and apologizing for the untimeliness. He blamed it on the “Y chromosome, as in Y can’t I remember people’s birthdays on time?” or something to that effect. That’s how I know he’ll understand. So, Mr. Rocky’s Hubby, happy birthday!

Karen has her results from this quiz posted on her site. It tells you what your ideal major should be. I majored in English Literature with a concentration in Creative Writing, because that’s what appealed to me, and that’s what I got good grades in in high school. However, all the personality or career tests we took in high school placed Business in the #1 spot for what I was best suited toward. I think I’m too lazy to run my own business. So out of curiosity, I took the quiz. After I answered a series of questions, it asked me for a tie-breaker. Do I enjoy thinking about what life and the universe has in store for me, or do I find it more important to express myself to others through notes and letters? Argh. I seriously sat there for minutes. They are equally important. Of course this would be the tiebreaker. I am truly tied on these things. But in the end, I clicked on the life thing. No reason. One is what I think a lot right now, the other is how I express what I think. Anyway, the results are:

You scored as Philosophy.

You should be a Philosophy major! Like the Philosopher, you are contemplative and you enjoy thinking about the purpose for humanity’s existence.

Philosophy 100%
Journalism 100%
Mathematics 92%
Psychology 83%
Art 82%
Linguistics 75%
English 67%
Theater 67%
Engineering 67%
Biology 42%
Dance 42%
Anthropology 33%
Sociology 33%
Chemistry 8%

Hmm. Is this why I really wasn’t interested in English Lit while I was majoring in it, and therefore didn’t do all that well in my core classes? The results are a bit surprising. Or maybe it’s just my present mood.

I just looked at my results list again. Haha, I am the Asian parent’s worst nightmare. All non-lucrative things. I should be into chem and bio and engineering and become a doctor or lawyer. And what’s up with that mathematics thing?!

[This is the 2nd time I’ve had to post this. Fortunately, as soon as the server started taking a bit long to load after I clicked “Publish,” I quickly highlighted the whole thing and did a “copy”. Sure enough, I got an error message about how the page cannot be found and my entire entry was lost. Of course that would happen. That’s the direction of my day. I’ll probably get in a car accident later.]

I think Thomas tags “everybody in [his] blog family” just to check up on who’s still reading his blog. But because I did this morning, I find that I’m tagged, so here’s the result of what he tagged me with (warning, I’m not pukey sweet or cute today, I’m bitter as hell, so brace yourself cuz I’m not censoring this):

TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF – The Survey
Name: Cindy
Birthday: June 29
Birthplace: Taipei
Current Location: Hell (at work)
Right Handed or Left Handed: primarily right
Your Heritage: Chinese
The Shoes You Wore Today: black slightly-strappy heels
Your Weakness: ice cream, pizza
Your Fears: abandonment, loss of control, ignorance
Your Perfect Pizza: topped with the chopped up body parts of people who’ve messed with me, but if not available, there’s this GREAT chorizo pizza from a local pizza parlor
Goal You Would Like To Achieve This Year: make it better than last year while looking the way I did last year
Your Most Overused Phrase On an instant messenger: “dude”, I guess
Thoughts First Waking Up: *gasp* Was that another nightmare? I still feel it! *cry* (the past week)
Your Best Physical Feature: toss-up between my calves, my ass and my natural 34Ds
Your Bedtime: 12:30a
Your Most Missed Memory: having someone concerned enough about me to check up on me
Pepsi or Coke: I’m cutting chemicals out of my diet whenever possible. (It works — 2 weeks of this and the cravings subside AND I’ve lost weight w/o increasing exercise)
McDonalds or Burger King: cutting out fast food, too. But when I ate burgers, I preferred the BK Whopper
Single or Group Dates: single usually, unless I’m getting tired of him and need outside entertainment
Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: fresh-brewed whole leaf tea
Chocolate or Vanilla: chocolate
Cappuccino or Coffee: iced capp royale
Do you Smoke: I’m smokin’ today. I usually try to look knife-sharp when I’m experiencing low self-esteem. Too bad I didn’t have time to curl my hair, too.
Do you Swear: when I’m upset, my sputterings are colored appropriately.
Do you Sing: if the mood strikes and I’m able to separate my lips from their downward pout
Do you Shower Daily: a couple times a day (after gym sessions and before bed)
Have you Been in Love: the hell is Love? Oh, that thing I feel for other people when I prioritize them above myself, while these people make empty claims that they also feel it for me but always put me last? Yeah, I guess I have “been in Love”
Do you want to go to College: I don’t want to go back into college formally, but I’d like to keep taking some classes here and there for my personal edification
Do you want to get Married: depends on who I’m hypothetically to be married to. Certain men I have dated, you’d have to cut a slit in my abdomen, pull out loops of my instestine and tie the guy to the other end to make me stand next to him at an altar.
Do you believe in yourself: usually.
Do you get Motion Sickness: only if I’m looking down and/or reading in a moving car.
Do you think you are Attractive: if I make the effort, I can be. I’m not fit to be seen right upon waking, tho.
Are you a Health Freak: that’s one of my goals.
Do you get along with your Parents: usually. it’s best when they can be taken in short spurts.
Do you like Thunderstorms: yes. Not the wimpy misty rain that just dirties my car, but a real violent downpour where I’d stand outside for 30 seconds and my headlights blind the world.
Do you play an Instrument: I have played the recorder, xylophone, and piano
In the past month have you Drank Alcohol: yup.
In the past month have you Smoked: only in appearance
In the past month have you been on Drugs: never, except if you count the prescription stuff
In the past month have you gone on a Date: yeah
In the past month have you gone to a Mall: yes, but not to shop, only to watch a movie (which wasn’t even playing so we left)
In the past month have you eaten a box of Oreos: of course not
In the past month have you eaten Sushi: I wish
In the past month have you been on Stage: I don’t think so
In the past month have you been Dumped: not sure, so I’m gonna say no
In the past month have you gone Skinny Dipping: never done that in my life. where would you go for that?
In the past month have you Stolen Anything: thought I stole a heart but could be wrong
Ever been Drunk: no
Ever been called a Tease: no
Ever been Beaten up: only in jujitsu dojo
Ever Shoplifted: yeah, I was forced to; a tiny item was stuffed down the front of my shirt right before we were about to leave and I couldn’t take it out in front of the store clerk, so I walked out with it. Obviously it was something I had never forgotten, even tho it’d been 23 years. It was horrible.
How do you want to Die: who spends time planning/fantasizing about this?!
What do you want to be when you Grow Up: Happy (this is Thomas’s answer, and I like it, impossibly high standards and all)
What country would you most like to Visit: any place I have already been in a past life, just to see if I could jar some memories

In a Boy/Girl..
Favourite Eye Color: something cool
Favourite Hair Color: something dark
Short or Long Hair: short, clean cut
Height: 5’10″+
Weight: as long as he’s not skinny or clinically obese I’m fine
Best Clothing Style: appropriate for the occasion, and I don’t want to have to dress him like I’m his mother
Number of Drugs I have taken: wtf? am I supposed to count the quantity of pills?
Number of CDs I own: a lot, hundreds
Number of Piercings: twa
Number of Tattoos: I wanna get one on my ass that says “If you’ve gotten this far, you’re SCREWED.” Double entendre, as my cousin Mark would say.
Number of things in my Past I Regret: I don’t have all day! That’s a damn demanding question for a general survey!

I tag everybody on MY links list. HA!

I was listening to a radio talk show on my drive in to work this morning. The celebrity gossip is that Pamela Anderson is now dating Kanye West. They were out clubbing over the weekend at a celebrity event and at one point, Kanye affectionately rubbed her back. She said to him, “The fun stuff’s in the front.” She is 10 years his senior, and apparently has younger competition. While Pam and Kanye were dancing, Ashley Olsen reached out and pinched his butt.

The very practical on-air male personality said hesitantly, “That was a weird night.” I agree. The celebrity world is so bizarre.

The more flippant female on-air personality asked, “Wait. Who’s Kanye West again?” They told her he’s the guy who sang the song “Gold Digger.” To refresh her recollection, they played the opening of the song.

[Jamie Foxx]
She take my money when I’m in need
Yea she’s a trifflin friend indeed
Oh she’s a gold digga way over town
That digs on me

[Chorus:]
(She did me wrong)
Now I ain’t sayin she a gold digger (When I’m need)
But she ain’t messin wit no broke nigga
(She did me wrong)
Now I ain’t sayin she a gold digger (When I’m need)
but she ain’t messin wit no broke nigga
get down girl go head get down (I gotta leave)
get down girl go head get down (I gotta leave)
get down girl go head get down (I gotta leave)
get down girl go head

The very catchy percussion ending each line doing the boom, boom, ba-boom was still hanging in the air when the female personality said, “Great. I’m seeing Pamela Anderson’s breasts now when I hear this song. Everybody see Pam Anderson’s boobs when ya hear this?” And I did. Gargantuan famous pink vinyl-clad boobs bobbing along to the boom, boom, ba-boom.

I wanna gouge my mental eyes out.

I’m starving. Mr. W reminded me a few minutes ago that I’d left a container of my mom’s big bone stew in his fridge from the weekend. I started salivating. I love munching on big bones. My mom had saved that big pork bone for me, I haven’t had a good pork bone stew for a long time. She’d warned me to eat it alone in front of the TV or something, and never in front of someone whose opinion of me matters. However, what can I do about that now? I can’t run over to Mr. W’s house, grab the container, drive home, eat the bone, and still make it to jujitsu on time. Or, Mr. W proposed, I can just go over and skip jujitsu.

Arrrrrrgh. Big bone? Or jujitsu? Well, I can go to jujitsu anytime, but that bone will go to waste if it sits there in his fridge any longer. And yet I don’t want to gross him out. He already said the bone looks pretty gross in the container.

What to do, what to do? Big bone? Jujitsu?

Well, I am totally sore from yesterday’s abs during jujitsu, and I did a 32-minute hill run at lunch that almost killed me.

Big bone, here I come! (Oh, and seeing Mr. W is nice, too… =P …But I wouldn’t be going over if he could figure out a way to teleport that container of bone and broth to me.)

I realized last nite that all the rebates from the purchase of my mother’s xmas present (laptop, printer, wireless router) expire on the 24th of this month. What the hell?! They require that your purchase be made between Dec 19 and Dec 24, and they make the rebates expire on Jan 24?! Who has time the month after xmas to cut out all those stupid cardboard proofs of purchase and collect all the receipts to mail to all these companies?

To make matters worse, there’re 2 rebates per product. That’s 6 separate forms I gotta send in to 6 different addresses with 6 different requirements. The laptop’s rebates are easy enough. But the router and the printer are only rebate-able with the purchase of the laptop, and the forms are totally confusing as to what form pertains to what product, and it has the barcode for the laptop AND the rebate product on the form, and then it’s vague about whether it needs me to send in UPC symbols from just the product getting the rebate, or also for the laptop to prove that I bought both together. And some rebates take photocopies of receipts and UPC symbols whereas others require the originals. Unfortunately, I only have 1 original UPC cut-out for the printer and it looks like both printer rebates ask for originals.

There are 6 piles of forms with their corresponding cardboard cutouts and photocopies, and on the photocopies, I’d even labeled what product they pertain to and what rebate it’s for. To err on the side of caution, I also included a copy of the laptop UPC with the products that only give rebate with the simultaneous purchase of the laptop.

I hate mail-in rebates now. Hate them. Why are they so vague?! Why do they make them conflicting?! Why do they require a college graduate degree in order to get a stupid $350 back?!

I’m blogging from my desktop PC, which I’ve probably turned on twice since I got my laptop. The wireless mouse wasn’t responding, and I went all over the house in search of AAA batteries. I have AA disposables, AA rechargeables, even a few Ds (why the heck did I ever buy Ds?!), but no AAA. So pathetically, my DirecTV remote control is lying face down on the desk next to me, the disected victim of a desperate soul. But I had to do it — I have to email something from this C: drive to my work account because my home printer is out of ink. I really need to go shopping for supplies.

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