Monday, September 27, 2010

Some things I just don't understand about myself

How I find Donald Trump attractive:

Watching shows like Jersey Shore (fist pump):



(ps every time i google mullets i just get happy)

Thursday, September 23, 2010

Sandwich on Pavement

(A poem to describe my lunch hour)

It was a good day to be had, for lunch was longer than normal.
I went to eat a salad and sandwich at Zupas; not too formal.
Darren and Janna and Nikki were there,
I'm no longer popular in Provo, I fear.
Everyone said hello, but not to me,
Nikki wins at life it seems.
Thai peanut salad entered my tummy,
And while I ate I laughed because we're so damn funny.
Backstreet Boys played overhead,
I danced and sang and dreamed of Nick Carter in my bed.
TMI for my family, this poem has crossed that line,
But its ok because thats how I rhyme.
Then lunch had to be over and we said our goodbyes,
And my sandwich fell on the pavement, oh me oh my(s).


(don't worry. i picked it back up and put it in my purse. saved that for later!)

ps we are the dream team

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

I am attracted to this Asian

Proof I might have been in Korea for too long (or just long enough)...

Hottest guy on Glee:


Monday, September 20, 2010

Reason #48753

Why my family is awesome:

Tonight I'm chilling with some friends, doing our usual weekly frozen yogurt run, when I get this picture message from my dad.

On my tiny phone screen I struggle to decipher what my brother Donald is dressed up as...but then a quick follow up text alleviates my confusion:

"Donalds salad dressing costume"

That's all.

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Ohhh GRE-at!

I've realized for awhile now that I'll need to take the GRE in the near future for grad school, but I've been putting off studying as long as possible. Today was the day I decided to crack open the study manual and get started on the process. I'm not super excited about taking it, but I am excited about going back to school. Weird.

Anyways, so tonight after work I wasted some time but then I started my studying. It was going well until...I fell asleep. I was worried it would happen so I did make sure to set an alarm for 20 mins later. You know, get a good power nap in there.

Well, lets just remember that I suck at power naps. But I'm really good at real naps. So after I woke up to my alarm at the 20 mins interval, I went right back to sleep.

And then I woke up to my friends (Janna and Jill-woot woot!) calling to tell me they'd be getting to my apartment in 1-2 minutes.

I quickly put on pants.

They call again to tell me they are waiting outside. I grab my bag. I walk outside. And then I walk to their car and open the door to get inside.

Except...wait a second. It wasn't their car.

I look to the front and see a boy in the drivers seat and a girl in the passenger seat just staring at me. They are just gazing at me with their mouths open and obviously confused.

I am getting into a strangers car.

Trying to explain myself but I'm sure coming off as some crazy person, I simply close the door, walk across the street, get into Janna's car, and start laughing.

The most embarrassing part was the fact that it took me so long to realize my mistake.

This whole studying for the GRE is going to be rough.

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Seeing Color

I have a friend. One who is semi-frequently mentioned on this blog. I still haven't decided if he likes it or not. But no big.

His name (and face): Darren

Darren is super fantastic for many reasons. I could list some of them right now (not all of them because that would take FOREVER), but we want to keep the man humble. So the only thing I will say is this: Despite my constant belittling of him, Darren is awesome. Truth.

There is one thing that makes Darren even more special than he already is, though.

He is color blind.

I know, I know, there are millions of people color blind in this world. But there is only one Darren. And I'm so glad he's color blind. And I'm so glad we're friends enough for me to make fun of him.

One of my/our favorite games to play is "Guess the color". I point to a color and then I ask "Dare! What color is this?!" and he gives me an annoyed dirty look and/or just says a random color ("It's blue"/"You didn't even look!)". Not joking, we go through this several times in a row. And I laugh every time.

Back when this game first started, Darren really tried to look and guess the right color. I would squeal in delight when he said the wrong color. And then I would be a little disappointed if he guessed right. It's a hit or miss kind of game.

Anyways, Darren is so color blind he doesn't even see race.

Annddd yes I did pick a black and white photo of him just to make sure he could see all the colors.


Never gets old.

Sunday, September 12, 2010


Continuing on talking about one of my favorite subjects (men/brown men), I thought I'd give a recap on one of our favorite people.


If you don't remember him, take a look here.

My recent encounter with Junior has made me think back on all my memories with Howeezi.

I don't know if I ever told the full story on how we met, so I figured I'd just lay it all out there for the world to know. I would be worried about him finding this weird recap on life, but I'm pretty sure he's not a big blogger. But I could be completely off base.

Here it goes.

Back in 2003 I was living at home and in high school. Like most normal 17 year olds. Lets be real. And like most average Mormon girls in high school, I had a love crush on about 85% of the missionaries serving in our congregation throughout my teenage years. My friend K (her identity will be protected) and I would actually plan out ways to try and flirt with all these missionaries (who, if you are unfamilar, are not allowed to be alone with girls, or really even think about their girlfriends while they are serving their 2 year missions). It was a little bit sad, but mostly really entertaining for us.

Then in 2003 a Polynesian man was sent to our congregation and I knew we had something special. Yes, Howeezi was a missionary in my area. Soooo embarrassing to admit this. We didn't really ever talk in real life, but once I moved out to Utah the following year, the letters started. We wrote to each other for the rest of his mission and then he went home to California.

I remember the first time I called his house. His parents are straight up Tongan, with limited English skills, so when his mother answered the phone with a grunt, I knew it was the right house. Our conversation from my memory:

Howeezi's Mom: "Huhh"

Me: "Oh hello. Is Howeezi there?"

HM: "Huhhh?"

Me: "Um, Howie? Is he there?"

HM: "Whooo? Who'dis?"

Me: "Its Cindy. I knew Howie in Colorado"

HM: "Uhh, not here"

Me: "Ummm...ok...thanks"

Yeah, a rough little start. Luckily the next time I called Howeezi was there and I was able to chat with him and two of his brothers. It was an interesting conversation to say the least, and I learned that I fade into ghetto talk when I talk to those who are foreal ghetto. Out of control. It was good to know our bond was still strong.

My sophomore year, Howeezi and his bro's came to visit me in Provo. We had a random night and I hear about his brothers baby mama and one of his brothers creeps out my friend and all in all, it was a success.

And ever since then, I've probably seen him about once a year (sometimes more if I'm lucky).

Except now I have a problem. I'm back from Korea and I tried calling his number and...IT'S DISCONNECTED!

I tried calling to reconnect with him via his mom (I wanted another mom convo so so bad!). DISCONNECTED!


I miss the thoughts of the day. I miss the yearly visits. I miss the ghetto that is Howeezi.

Do any of you have any tips on how I could find him? I need them.

Jah blez.

Friday, September 10, 2010


One time when I lived in Korea and my brother came to visit, we decided to visit a little place called Everland.

Everland is a most fantastic amusement park with rides, candy shops, and breakdancers. My kind of place.

We wandered around and bought animal headbands, ate ice cream, pretended to be animals, and had a good time.

(turtle! turtle! am i not turtley enough for the turtle club?)

This is by far one of the most awesome monkeys I have ever encountered. I asked the animal worker man if this monkey was his best friend and he said no, his best friend was a monkey inside the building. So then I told him my best friend was human. Sucka.

This is one of my most favorite pictures ever. These kids were standing in front of us in line and after I found out they were middle school students, I felt like a connection could be formed. This is our 'scared' face. And that kid with the blue hat refused to take it off -even on rides- and he put on a giant rubber band/head band over it when he got on rides to keep it from flying off. I don't know why. But they were good kids.

And good times. I love Everland!

Thursday, September 9, 2010


My timing was almost flawless in my return to Provo in regards to one important thing: football.

Yes, this past Saturday I felt at home as I wandered up the sidewalk to LaVell Edwards stadium. So ready for the world of football to engulf my every sense.

I had found myself up the stadium a little early, so I bought a game program and sat under a tree waiting for my friends to call.

Don't worry about the fact that Elder Holland walked past and commented on my fine positioning in the shade. I was almost embarrassed that he saw me in my bright orange pants, but thats neither here nor there.

Also, don't worry that Mr. Edwards himself walked past me and we shared a quick hello and handshake. I'm telling you, prime location.

And thats just the beginning.

As I was waiting for my friends, this rather large Polynesian man walked past me and asked if I needed a ticket. I responded in the negative and he kept going on his way.

And then I realized my phone wasn't connecting any outbound calls. This wasn't good. What if my friends were trying to call me? What if I wouldn't be able to find them before kickoff? I would die. Die!

So as I tried to call again and again with no success, I decided to just go ask someone if I could borrow their phone for a second, just to call Darren. I began my journey and quickly ran into a familiar face...a brown Polynesian face.

Me: "Oh hey man, do you think I could borrow your phone for a sec? Mine isn't connecting any calls right now and I need to find my friend to get my ticket"

Brown man: "Yeh. What's your name girl?"

Me: "Um...Cindy. What's your name?"

BM: "Junior. What's your number?"

Me: "Ohh no I can just call my friends, you don't have to worry about it"

BM: "No, what's your number? Whatchu doin' this weekend?"

Me: "I think I'm going to Salt Lake (lie). Going after the game and coming back on Monday night"

BM: "So when do we go out? Thursday or Friday?"

Me: "Whenever you want, Junior. You just let me know" (i just want to call my friend!!)

annd I'll stop now. But as you can see, a riveting conversation.

He still hasn't called.

I am distraught.

Monday, September 6, 2010

What I meant to say was...

When I said I knew what you were thinking, I didn't actually mean that I could read your mind. Although I'm pretty good at that, too.

I was going to blog a whole post about how I knew you were thinking "Where has Cindy gone? Why hasn't she been blogging? What am I supposed to do when I don't have anything to do at work and Cindy hasn't blogged for a whole 3 weeks?".

Sometimes life is hard. I'm sorry, blogging friends.

The last three weeks has been full of crazy time and busy time and awesome time. And I intend to share all the emotional shreds of life with you.

I have moved from my home in Pyeongtaek, South Korea to a little town called Provo. Thats right, kids. I'm back to the homeland.

It was a tough decision, and it by far wasn't my first choice in a relocation. The lights and concrete jungle of New York really started screaming my name, but when a job offer came that I couldn't resist (meaning I can't resist a job working with Darren) I had to jump at it (and on him). Because really, you can't be too picky in this economy. And moving back to Provo has had its high points. Like, I get to party all the time with my friends. And plenty of burritos and frozen yogurt. What more do you need?

I do miss my home in Korea, though. A tribute is forthcoming. But I wish I could adequately express how I felt about leaving and my love for that little peninsula. I love slash miss it a lot. I also miss my peeps there. My life will never be the same.

The day before I left I gave my email address to my students, hoping we could stay friends for just a little while longer. So glad I did, because I've already got some great emails:

"Hi Cindy, sir. I 'Kim hyojeong' anti-student teachers 'Kim hwiyoung' is. Supposedly it was sad to leave you for a teacher. She left so suddenly, but I do not know what really sad. The teacher drove me, I really enjoyed myself. And take pictures that the teacher took it I think I have a funny face hoon. But I do not know how to send pictures, we'll send;; and last gyeoulttyae out together in the sajinjjikeulttyae Do you remember? Then the teacher who was pierced by throwing snowballs. It's the end of the day was really fun.Sir, please reply to this post, if you must.

I promise I taught them English. And I promise I'm not a sir.

And if you can translate this, I would really really appreciate it.

Back to blogging,