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| I entered the Rascal Flatts singing contest and sang "Bless the Broken Road". I need your help to help me win this contest by voting every day. Here is what you do: 1. Click on the "check it out" link 2. On the right hand side, click to vote as a guest. 3. Be sure to click on the "vote for this entry" button, then scroll to the bottom and submit a rating & review. Thanks so much for your help and support! If I win, I'll have the opportunity to sing onstage with Rascal Flatts in concert! Please ask your friends and family to vote too! Thanks for your vote and support! Cheers, Tina | | |
| i haven't visited my xanga site in so long that when i tried to sign into xanga the other day, i forgot my password. i had to reset it... i think everyone else has forgotten about my xanga too, but it's ok, xanga is outdated anyway. so i'm sharing this story with myself to remember for the future. this morning on the way to work, it was so crowded on the bus that i stood sandwiched between two tall men in the aisle of the bus. usually, when i've had to stand in the aisle, people sitting in the seats would jostle for leg room and stick their feet into the aisle, making the aisle space even more crowded for those already packed like sardines. however, today was different. maybe one of the guys sitting in the seats felt sorry for me, seeing as how i was really straining to reach the railings above my head, because the gentleman offered up his seat for me. i felt really bad and was about to decline when i decided it might be rude to do so, so i took up his offer. his random act of kindness really stuck on my mind all day, and i felt compelled to help others all day as well...similar to the movie pay it forward (which i've never seen, btw). my mind is still boggled by what happened today on the bus, perhaps because i've adjusted to how everyone lives in their own little bubble with minimal interaction from others. maybe that's why i was so taken with surprise when this man was considerate enough to give me his seat. it got me thinking about why God gave up his Son to die on the cross for us, selfish, little creatures. while i can't say with confidence that love propelled the man to offer me his seat, i can say that God's overflowing love for his children was the reason that Christ died for us. and this is what completely blows my mind. i'm trying each day to love wholly and unselfishly. | | |
| Seven weeks of college left. The past four years of my life draw to a close within these last seven weeks. I remember I thought I had all the time in the world my freshman year. Sophomore and junior year I fought my way through to the end, breathing a deep sigh of relief each time. Senior year came swinging around the corner, and I realized the years had crept up on me much more quickly than I anticipated. Last semester was a blur of interviews and office visits, and December appeared before I could even begin my Christmas shopping. In January, I told myself that I had one semester left to explore Austin, try new things, take risks, and enjoy life before I entered the real world. I even made a list of restaurants and places I wanted to visit. I think I’ve knocked out about half of the things on the list. But amidst all this fun and carefree living, fear dwells in the corner of my heart. Seven weeks. I am scared. I am scared of falling flat on my face once I leave the college bubble. Outside of this bubble, the environment is ruthless and relentless. I used to think that I am able to embrace change and take things in a stride. Yet, there’s this deep rooted fear of what is to come. My whole life I have been a student, and I could have easily continued the trend by attending graduate school afterwards, but for reasons truly unknown, I made the conscious decision to enter the workforce instead. When people ask, I explain to them that I chose to work instead of continuing school because I am burnt out from school. Along the way, I’ve convinced myself of that too, but now I am not so sure why I chose to work when I love learning. Why am I taking this [indefinite] break? Why am I so afraid of this change? Why am I dreading graduation and life after college? This semester, I made one of the biggest changes in my life, yet the nervousness accompanying that change cannot even compare to the panic I feel right now in the bottom of my stomach when I think about the end of my college career drawing near. It’s like this impending cloud of doom that won’t disperse. I am terrified. Someone please tell me how to build a time machine so I can go back to elementary school (and enjoy recess once more) and use the experiences I’ve gained to make school and college even better than it has been for me. I don’t want to leave. | | |
| this weekend i went back home to celebrate chinese new year with my parents and indulge in some good food...because life wouldn't be complete without RED BEAN NIAN GAO! mmm i'd been looking forward to that red bean sticky rice goodness wrapped in fried egg batter for a while, and i more than satiated my craving for it on saturday. my mom and i made the egg batter and fried the nian gao, except our old stove kept turning on and off so the process took a while, and we had to be extra careful not to burn the cakes. it was well worth the effort though. these three little ones are all that's left of what used to be an overflowing pile of nian gao. i made good progress.
i love to eat nian gao. i was born to love glutinous rice but not regular rice. it's heaven in my mouth. :) every chinese new year, i look forward to eating red bean nian gao. however, it's very different from the modified red bean nian gao that i bake. i've never taken any pictures of my signature dessert, so this is the closest thing i could find on the internet (i usually top mine with pecans): 
i also dropped by juicebox saturday afternoon for some mango-condensed milk-shaved ice-mango ice cream heaven after i was painfully forced to run about a mile in the park by a certain someone. :p in the evening, i ate hot pot with my parents. i don't know what it is that makes green leafy vegetables taste even better coming out of the hot pot, but i ate so many vegetables that night i'm surprised my skin hasn't turned a light shade of green. just kidding. i love eating those little egg dumplings too. sorry i don't have a picture from hot pot - i was too busy eating. my mom was also toasting almonds drenched in honey and some chocolate concoction when i came home friday night. the aroma pervaded the entire house, and i happily went to bed smelling of toasted nuts covered in sesame seeds. i told my mom that she should open up her own nuts store now. in conclusion, i ate enough this weekend (and also last weekend because i had juan in a million and heaping spoonfuls of rudy's creamed corn) to gain back all the weight i lost since i can't remember when. now i'm back at my freshman fifteen weight. i'm tempted to lose it just as quickly as i gained it, but after watching some special about renee zellweger's crazy weight oscillation and how it speeds up her aging process, i've decided that i prefer these extra pounds over the wrinkles. besides, all this amazing food was well worth the weight gain. :) next stop - dim sum.
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| please read this entry in its entirety: Mrhocke: i like your hair today Mrhocke: i think its getting longer Sentrosi2: i was actually thinking about cutting it bc it's getting too long Sentrosi2: and browning...several people have told me that my highlights are fading, and i have to tell them i've never highlighted/dyed my hair. it just keeps turning brown Sentrosi2: were you productive tonight? Mrhocke: ugh Mrhocke: kinda Mrhocke: but don't cut your hair Mrhocke: girls are pretty with long hair Sentrosi2: girls are prettier when they dont listen to boys opinions about hair Sentrosi2: haha Sentrosi2: short hair is easy to maintian Sentrosi2: shaved head is even easier Sentrosi2: but i'm not taht brave Mrhocke: whata re you talking about Mrhocke: no Mrhocke: please don't cut your hair Mrhocke: please Mrhocke: please don't Sentrosi2: give me a better reason other than girls look pretty with long hair Sentrosi2: i beg to differ Mrhocke: dude Mrhocke: if you grow your hair out Mrhocke: i will marry you Mrhocke: tomorrow Mrhocke: see mark austin says he will marry me. i don't know how i feel about this. continuing on... Sentrosi2: but what if i odnt want to marry you? Mrhocke: hmm Mrhocke: i never really thought that far ahead Sentrosi2: and are you also saying that you'll marry any girl with long hair? Sentrosi2: makes the length of hair seem less special you see? Sentrosi2: so then, a girl with shorter hair Sentrosi2: is more unique Mrhocke: wtc Mrhocke: stop it Mrhocke: just grow it out Sentrosi2:  Sentrosi2: i'll think about it Sentrosi2: OH Sentrosi2: how about this Sentrosi2: i'll grow my hair out Sentrosi2: if you grow yours out Sentrosi2: i think it's a fair deal Mrhocke: I JUST CUT MY HAIR Mrhocke: cause about 10 girls said they ahted it Mrhocke: yvonne chang dindt like it Sentrosi2: yvonne chang is the real girl you want to marry Sentrosi2: it's ok, i know the truth already Mrhocke: what are you talking about Mrhocke: emily yen and bea hated it Mrhocke: lina hated it Mrhocke: the list goes on Mrhocke: i got it cut TODAY Mrhocke: cause it had been growing out since july 1st Sentrosi2: haha Sentrosi2: i would have liked to see it Sentrosi2: so i could offer my personal opinion Sentrosi2: since that's the only opinon that matters anyway Sentrosi2: esp if we're supposed to marry Mrhocke: true
<portions of content edited out for public viewing> Mrhocke: look Mrhocke: lets just get something straight here Mrhocke: tina Mrhocke: don't cut your hair Mrhocke: thats all Mrhocke: no cutting Mrhocke: no cutting conclusion: i'm cutting my hair so i don't have to marry mark. i think it's a good deal because shorter hair means less shampoo/conditioner usage, less water usage, faster shower time, easier combing, faster drying time, and most of all, not having to marry mark. mark, i was just kidding. you're a cool guy. i like you a lot. as a friend. and i'll take some serious consideration in allowing my hair to grow out. maybe one more centimeter. ok that is all. | | |
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