Finals Week: Good Luck Note

Grubadubdub Study Time. 

[Black Tea & Soy Latte, Caramel Macchiato, Rice Crackers, Strawberry Pocky]

I received a text from my very awesome friend Michael Merchant today that I would like to pass on to everyone. 


"They say that luck is when preparation meets opportunity. I hope you enjoy the many opportunies you have this week to show off your skills and preparations. Good luck on finals!"


Although Michael tends to be overly optimistic (and ends up succeeding in everything he does anyway..) this is a great perspective to adopt, or at the very least, to think about when studying for or taking your exams. 


Even though I already botched my first opportunity during my 8am final this morning (it should be illegal for college students to wake up this early) by second-guessing myself 2 minutes before I turned in my exam (one of the worst feelings in the world), the only thing I can do it MOVE ON and get my noggin' back into shipshape for my next final tonight.. and the next one.. and the 3 more after that.. 


Best of luck to everyone! Just remember, Spring Break is just around the corner :)


- Lils

Happy (Semi) Rainy Tuesday!

This weather (just rain already..)

 + Hot Caramel Brulee Latte

+ And Then You by Greg Laswell

+ Midterms = 

Good luck with midterms everyone..

Good Morning Song :)

There's no better way to start off the day than with a great breakfast (eggs & shao mai), running my hip into the edge of a table while playing with Marley (cutest dog in the world so the bruise I'm going to get was worth it), and turning the radio on the way to school to hear the three of the ultimate sing-along songs, "I'm Yours" by Jason Mraz, "You Were Meant For Me" Jewel (ok, not so much a sing-along song as the other two), and "Escape" (the Pina Colada song) by Rupert Holmes (thought of you Andrew Lu!). 


Here's my song of the day, for this perfectly sunny, warm, 78 degree day in Irvine, CA.

The One I Love

by Greg Laswell

& to my best friend, Jeffrey Chen, WELCOME BACK! I will be seeing your face this weekend.

Hopefully today will be equally if not even more awesome for everyone,

- Lils

(Unhealthy and Obsessively) Looking Forward to February & March

So some pretty exciting things that I'm really looking forward to:

Feb. 21, 2012: Hitting the 3-year mark in our relationship (I still can't believe it's been so long!)

Feb. 14, 2012: Valentine's Day (meh, but oh well any reason to celebrate and go out after Christmas & holidays is good enough for me)

Mar. 2, 2012: Turning 21 fuckyeaa~ & GNO lounge-bar-hopping (Don't worry, I'll be drinking good ole' H20)

Mar. 3, 2012: Dinner at my favorite restaurant in the whole wide world, Crustacean, Beverly Hills, with my best buddy Keson. I'm already salivating already just by thinking about the delicious roasted Dungeness crab with butter infused with fresh garlic and spices topped with An House garlic noodles.. straight up orgasm for your taste buds.

 Roasted Dungeness Crab

@Crustacean, Beverly Hills, CA

An House Garlic Noodles

@Crustacean, Beverly Hills

Mar. 4, 2012: SKYDIVING FOR MY BDAY! Thank you, Keson, for knocking off one of top 5 things on my bucketlist! Although, I do wish you would jump with me...a;eflimaf;liam can't wait!!

Jumping out of an airplane with a stranger &

4 parachutes at 10,000 feet?!?! fuckyes.

Mar. 24-31, 2012: Spring break in NYC w/ Keson to visit my beloved best friends Angela, Jamie, Jeffrey, & Sam! And hello Broadway Shows, Central Park, Times Square, and all the billion other things Angela has planned for us.

Thank you, Mommy & Daddy, 

for the best birthday present ever <3

All in all, these next 2-3 months are going to be pretty crazy fun (except for you CS122a.. you can go suck it) and hopefully I'll also be able to add dirt-biking in the desert w/ Jeff & Allison on my list as well!

My First Time Riding a Dirt-Bike! (Thanks Jeff)

But as always, school comes first blah blah blah mur.

Good Morning w/ Angry Lillian

Happy morning everyone! Being cheerful as always, I'm going to start off my day by ditching my 8am class that I painfully woke up and am actually on campus for. Justifications I'm giving myself to make myself feel better: lots of shit to get done that I failed to get done over the weekend, had to drop the kids off which made me 15 minutes late, and I can just read the lecture power point notes. Now I'm at Starbucks enjoying this nice cold lemonade 1/2 black 1/2 green tea that I was introduced to yesterday at yet another Starbucks (y u everywhere) on this lovely gloomy and rainy day. 

In order vent off some morning anger I had after encountering two of my biggest pet peeves upon sitting down for barely 5 minutes, I'm going to write about it:

Dear girl sitting in front of me,

Your back is to me and I can see everything you are doing on your laptop. Not only have you been endless scrolling down your tumblr homepage and not studying (which I am very much guilty of 90% of the time I'm in coffeeshops.. the not studying, not the tumblring), but you are also listening to your f*cking electronic music OUT LOUD with NO EARPHONES. Seriously? There are people studying & doing work all around you (she's sitting smack dab in the middle of the mass of tables) and even though you very respectfully turned down your music at a low volume, my shitty ears can still hear you, which probably means that the grad student studying 2 tables away from me can definitely hear you. Thank goodness I have my iPod with me today, otherwise I'd have to go through the unpleasant experience of deciding whether or not to get up out of my chair to ask you to turn it off.

Dear girl sitting two tables to the left of the girl sitting in front of me,
I know you love your iPhone 4s and the person you're facetiming with on it (again, with NO EARPHONES), but you have got to STOP. Yes, you're very cute with your korean accent and all, but I've heard enough "an nyoung"s to last me a lifetime. What are you doing, talking to 10 different people? 


Okay enough people watching/hating for today.


Have a great day!
- Lils


Update: 
Fuck, I just said "bless you" to the first girl when she sneezed. So much for me trying to be a bitch.

Clubbing vs. Indiana Jones

This last Thursday, I went to a Lunar New Year clubbing event* and I couldn't help but compare clubbing to what Indiana Jones had to go through in his movies. The thought hit me as I attempted to maneuver through the fire-hazardous over-packed venue of a gazillion Asians (not exaggerating), 3 white men (none of whom even came close to Harrison Ford), and 1 suited up Indian (who told me he thought UCI girls were the most beautiful.. yea ok nice try). For those of you who don't know who Indiana Jones is, you've been missing out on this piece of hunk:

For those of you who haven't gone clubbing before, let me break down the experience for you:


Having to squeeze past couples having the sexytime right then and there:
Having to wait for the opportune moment when the guy/girl swings a certain way, opening a passageway for me to jump through, reminded me of all the times Indy has to jump through and avoid shit (I'm not even going to try to pinpoint the thousand times he has to do it in his movies). Although it's not as bad as running away from a giant boulder, it's still pretty annoying especially if your jump was ill-timed and you get stuck in a 2 second threesome and then having to apologize to the guy for your unintentional cock-blocking..

Being asked (aka bothered) to do da dancing:
It's one of the most annoying things to me when I'm just having fun with my girls, and then suddenly, a hot (the temperature definition) and sweaty body pressed against my back and  a pair of man-hands on my hips appears. And when the arrogant "I'm doing you a favor by letting you dance with me" gorilla of a douchebag came along, I felt like Willie when she gets captured by the bad guys in the "Temple of Doom". Even though my situation didn't involved my heart almost getting ripped out by some crazy priest with red hair, it's still irritating. I know, it's not fair for me to complain about this when I'm at a straight club and guyz jez lookin' fo sum a$$ ok?!, but no me gustas regardless.


Getting pushed and suffocated by the never-ending lines of girls linked together holding hands:
Okay, I'm not sure if this was a specific scene in Indiana Jones, but this reminded me of all the giant snakes, thick vines, and other lengthy ropey impeding objects that appeared in the movies. You'd think the line of bodies would end, but nope! out pops another girl and then another one and then another one.. I admit, I'm guilty of this as well, but at least I apologize to everyone I accidentally push or step on during my journey across the dance floor.


Getting splashed in the face by the sweat of the person next to you (or you can lie to yourself and think that it came from the AC system above):
Although I'm not sure how Indiana Jones has to do with it besides the fact that he gets pretty damn sweaty in his movies, it's all too disgustingly true..


Being offered drinks by complete strangers:
It always baffles me when girls just blindly accept drinks from randos; I mean come on, we're at a club, people, so don't get pissed shit goes down. Just like we all learned back in middle school, "If it's wet and it's not yours, don't touch it." (Indy reference: when he used his ninja instincts to pick out the Holy Grail in the "Last Crusade")


After typing this post, I now have a very strong desire to stick to gay clubbing from now on and to re-watch Indiana Jones beast m0de for 6 hours straight. For those who have yet to pop their clubbing cherries (got that from Ashlie Chean lol), I hope you gained some knowledge from this, and if you feel some pre-clubbing training is necessary, you're welcome to join me in my Indy marathon :)


Until next time,
Lils


*I find it amazing how promoters are able to take century-old traditional festivities and compact it into some spiel about "Girls dress sexy in red, and Guys prepare your dragons" or something like that. (that was my first and last attempt at marketing, I promise)

Dear, My (Very) Short-Lived WordPress

I'm sorry I ditched your ass for blogger after a mere week. One of the main reasons why I originally chose you over blogger was because of blogger's un-aesthetically pleasing interface. Apparently, Google's IT blogger staff agreed with me and has made given it significant plastic surgery and easier-to-use functionalities since I've last touched upon my old blogspot (circa 2009). Needless to say, I'm sorry I pumped and dumped you, but any Google based application will always have my vote.

Nosmo King & Friends

So apparently, all UC campuses will be banning smoking from their campuses over the next two years. [Read article here]

Even though I don’t smoke, can’t stand the smell, etc etc., I find this policy to be pretty ridiculous and unnecessary. The primary impetus is to “reduce people’s exposure to secondhand smoke [and for it to be] an overall reduction in smoking among those who work or study on the campuses”. BS, it’s not like the innocent doe-eyed freshmen are clueless and unexposed to smoking prior to entering college. They’re going to do what they want and choose what they choose regardless of this policy. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not an advocate for smoking or any other activity that could seriously harm one’s health (I don’t even drink soda for goodness sakes); however, I do find this policy to be pretty useless and can foresee a lot more on-campus debates/protests that to me, is not only disruptive to the flow of a school campus, but also an unnecessary battle.

I can say that I’ve stayed relatively strong in the face of peer pressure, even when my closest friends mysteriously started getting more hyperactive at birthday parties (drinking alcohol WHAT, smoking weed WHAT). I admit, I didn’t handle it well at all. In fact, I played the part of the responsible church-going (the good ones, not the fake ones who say they love their religion, and proceed to get high and do sexy times over the weekend) mama bear and scolded them and yes, judged them. However, as those activities became the norm as high school came to an end and we all entered college, people began to actuallyfeel sorry for me that I don’t drink or partake in any of the cool kid activities. Okay, I don’t want to be the dbag who brags about how I am capable of having fun, clubbing, etc. without drinking, because I am almost 99% sure that everybody can have fun to some extent while being completely sober. However, once that person opens their mouth and asks me “but awwww, why not??” I’m sorry but no, I don’t need your sympathy because I don’t feel like I’m missing out on anything in life by not ohhh, taking that sip, or yea, taking that drag (did I even use that in the correct context..). Or comes the “I don’t bereev you.” What does that even mean, that I look like someone who would smoke/drink? That I look like I party? Or that I seem like someone who would lie about that to save face? What, how, implications of these assumptions, I don’t understand. And them comes the “OH i know, you’re not 21 right?” No.

I do what I choose to do because I know what makes me happy and I know what I need. My decision to drink before/after I’m 21 will only waver if I ever feel the urge to drink (or in the more likely case, for professional reasons), and not because of mere legality issues (however, never underestimate Irvine PD, cuz they bada$s). It was immature of me to judge my friends in the past because in the end, they were doing what I was doing: choosing for themselves. That is why I think this policy will only be useful in that it will rid the campuses of second-hand smoking (a huge plus in my book, but not too significant of a problem on UCI’s campus), but unfortunately won’t play a factor in a student’s choice to or not to smoke.

Until next time,
Lils

Why becauseicecreamhasnobones?

Q: If three astronauts are in a canoe flying over the Gobi desert and they crash how many pancakes does it take to shingle a dog house?

A: The answer is purple, because ice cream has no bones.

“The premise “because ice cream has no bones” can also be used to justify any kind of conclusions that do not follow logically.” (Wikianswers)

Many issues I [can predict that I] will write, rant, question, and exercise my fingers about in this blog will be to help myself to walk through any turmoil causing me to suffer from wizard agnst (if you haven’t watched this yet, prepare to be enlightened), and on a lighter (and less exaggerated) note, help myself figure out the big Q’s in my life. I wish that I could be a b0$s and respond to every issue/question on an exam, from an interviewer, and from the people around me with “because ice cream has no bones” and be successful in life, but sadly I can’t.

With that being said, I hope that I will be able to open with my wordpress aptly named “becauseicecreamhasnobones”, and through writing, be able to turn my often times illogical problems into substantial ways for me to improve and learn from myself.

- Lils

My First Post

Farewell dear tumblr, you have officially been replaced by this blog. I know you won’t be missing me anytime soon as you have plenty of hipsters and confused young adults of this world who can’t seem to ever take enough pictures of their own feet to occupy yourself with now.

This post is misleading as this isn’t my first post on this blog (created circa 2009(?)). However, upon stumbling across this site once again and reading the horribly embarrassing ramblings of my high school self, I’ve called for a tabula rasa to be put into action and am thus labeling this my first post on this blog (and hopefully not my last as, I tend to pump and dump when it comes to blogging).

I’m starting off this post with a picture of what I am drinking and the juxtaposition of how I am feeling atm.

[Long version] I currently look like Rudolph, after he got beat up and is now being taunted by the other reindeers as Rudolph the Red-Nose-and-Red-Part-between-Upper-LIp-and-Under-Nose Reindeer. All of the restrooms at UCI that I have gone into in these past 3 hours are now missing half of the toilet paper they started off with this morning. My Longchamp has now become a giant ziplock bag for balled up, used (and then re-used), and snot-filled (THE SNOT NEVER ENDS) tissues. The surface of my right contact is currently losing a war with some mysterious white blur that is exacerbating my already shitty bodily functions. Last but not least, my 2-day-long-plugged ears are somehow translating every English(?) word coming out of my Indian Compsci 122a Professor’s mouth into Hindi. Actually, screw aforementioned beat-up-Rudoph, the more I think of it, I can probably be better compared to the troll, set off by Professor Quirrell (what a dick) in Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone, with all his bogeys and derpness.

[Short version] I feel, look, and (literally) sound muurrr.

In any case, I will refrain from writing some blurb about what this blog will be about because life is unpredictable and I have no idea what I will be writing about in the future. However, I do promise that my next posts will be much more awesome and less snot-filled.

Until next time,
Lils