Simon & Garfunkel

One of my favorite artists of all-time. Their voices are (literally) undying, here's a video of them live in concert singing "The Sound of Silence" in 1981 and then again 28 years later, in 2009. Thank you for your music.

The Sound of Silence

by Simon & Garfunkel

The Concert in Central Park, 1981

The Sound of Silence

by Simon & Garfunkel

Rock and Roll Hall of Fame Concert in Madison Square Garden, 2009

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)

Care Package

This is a delayed blog post, but I just wanted to thank le boyfriend (who better be an avid reader of my blog..) for driving over with this care package when I was sick all last week coughing up bogeys. Although my olfactory system was hibernating, with my taste buds unfortunately following suit, it was still lovely :)

My Tribute To KOST 103.5

My radio default dialbuttonthings are set to these stations (in order) KOST 103.5, KROQ 104.3, KYSR 98.7, HERP 97.1, and DERP 102.7. 830am this morning on my way to school, I turned on my radio today to listen to the resonating and soothing voices of Mark and Kristen, respectively, on 103.5, and to my greatest dismay.. I hear this instead:

I don’t give a fuck when I’m in the club sippin’ above really drunk and I see a fat booty. Gotta have it, Imma grab it, it’s a habit, automatic, like Uzi. Who’s he with the sick flow, make a chick go crazy and flash them ta-tas. Redfoo, the dude, a true party rockaaahhh. - "Sorry for Party Rocking" by LMFAO

LMFAO.. grammar r non-existe.. words are what i don't even.. non-sequitors.. and what/who the hell is a Redfoo. 


Although I get chastised for listening to mom music all the time, it is even sadder to me when little kids go into Lollicup and they're able to sing along to Afrojack and even worse, when my 8th grader family friend doesn't even recognize the tune to "Stayin' Alive".. I mean, come on.


In any case, I am eternally grateful for radio channels like KOST 103.5 for providing Southern California ranging from timeless artists such as Frank Sinatra, Air Supply, BeeJees, Chicago, and Blondie to the modern (and not so timeless) artists. Thank you for keeping them timeless throughout the years and throughout the ever evolving (unfortunately, not for the better) styles of music. 


Until next time,
Disgruntled radio listener