Sandy made me soup on sunday, but I didn't drink it until today.
Soup was super delicious, reminiscent of what my mom used to make when I was back at home.
Now I'm super content. MEOW. *purrrr*
ILML.
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Showing posts with label ILML. Show all posts
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
ILML: Night of Ice Cream Goodness
It was a whimsical decision, a very bad one.
After the Beatle's midterm, Chase and I went to the library in hopes of getting some work done. However, it turned out that we did exactly the opposite. Kind of.
On a whim we both decided that it was a good idea to bake some brownies and dump some x tubs of ice cream on it. Sounds YUMS, right? Well, as it turned out, it was. Totally satisfying.
We called up the on campus kids, and BONDED (as Chase called it) over the brownies and ice cream goodness. It was a very pleasant distraction from all the stress and emotional downs and confusion that I've been feeling. I don't think I've laughed as much as tonight in a while. At the same time, I learned so much more about each and every one of my teammates who showed up. I'm a step closer to knowing them, and the time we shared was just priceless.
Even though I did stay up until 4 to finish my essay (yet again), I feel like this little diversion was exactly what I needed. Sometimes, I guess, we all need those moments to just need to relax and forget our duties, responsibilities, and the stressful from the busy world that we live in. We all need that mini vacation to remember that we're alive, and to once again embrace life's beauty.
After all the sweets, I feel mentally refreshed, and ready to tackle whatever comes my way tomorrow...
(...even though I really need to go work those brownies and ice cream off now. :D)
ILML.
Thanks, Chase, for making it happen.
After the Beatle's midterm, Chase and I went to the library in hopes of getting some work done. However, it turned out that we did exactly the opposite. Kind of.
On a whim we both decided that it was a good idea to bake some brownies and dump some x tubs of ice cream on it. Sounds YUMS, right? Well, as it turned out, it was. Totally satisfying.
We called up the on campus kids, and BONDED (as Chase called it) over the brownies and ice cream goodness. It was a very pleasant distraction from all the stress and emotional downs and confusion that I've been feeling. I don't think I've laughed as much as tonight in a while. At the same time, I learned so much more about each and every one of my teammates who showed up. I'm a step closer to knowing them, and the time we shared was just priceless.
Even though I did stay up until 4 to finish my essay (yet again), I feel like this little diversion was exactly what I needed. Sometimes, I guess, we all need those moments to just need to relax and forget our duties, responsibilities, and the stressful from the busy world that we live in. We all need that mini vacation to remember that we're alive, and to once again embrace life's beauty.
After all the sweets, I feel mentally refreshed, and ready to tackle whatever comes my way tomorrow...
(...even though I really need to go work those brownies and ice cream off now. :D)
ILML.
Thanks, Chase, for making it happen.
Saturday, February 6, 2010
ILML: Girls Night Out
I've almost forgotten how it feels like to hang out with just girls. Heck, I've almost forgotten how to behave like a girly girl. I'm so used to the being around guys from dragonboat that I have no problem with discussing how hot a girl looks. When I hear "Dude that girl's hot!" the first reaction I have is "go tap that."
GAH. How horrible.
After being surrounded by so much testosterone macho masculine manliness, I guess every girl needs a break. And tonight was exactly that--a detour from all that masculinity on db. It brought back pleasant memories of hanging out with my beloved girls back in high school.
No, we did not sit around and talk about guys and feelings and crushes, but I really enjoyed our pho and chick flick combo. It was very enjoyable.
Thank you Michelle, for making it happen.
ILML.
GAH. How horrible.
After being surrounded by so much testosterone macho masculine manliness, I guess every girl needs a break. And tonight was exactly that--a detour from all that masculinity on db. It brought back pleasant memories of hanging out with my beloved girls back in high school.
No, we did not sit around and talk about guys and feelings and crushes, but I really enjoyed our pho and chick flick combo. It was very enjoyable.
Thank you Michelle, for making it happen.
ILML.
Monday, February 1, 2010
ILML: A Tub of Pure Happiness
It was just another ordinary Monday. Class, work work work nap then class then homework homework homework until 4am.
Or so that was until this little piece of heaven fell into my hands.
Yup, Haagen Dazs Ice Cream. Strawberry. YUMS.
Creamy with bits of frozen strawberries mixed in between, mmmm, truly dericious. :D Although, for some reason, I thought it tasted sweeter than I remember...:/ Maybe it was because I haven't had ice cream in so long...
Regardless, THANK YOU for the very pleasant surprise. It totally made my night. :D
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Or so that was until this little piece of heaven fell into my hands.
Yup, Haagen Dazs Ice Cream. Strawberry. YUMS.
Creamy with bits of frozen strawberries mixed in between, mmmm, truly dericious. :D Although, for some reason, I thought it tasted sweeter than I remember...:/ Maybe it was because I haven't had ice cream in so long...
Regardless, THANK YOU for the very pleasant surprise. It totally made my night. :D
[020110]
Thursday, January 28, 2010
[1.27.2010] ILML: Sandy
Today I had a date with Sandy. Yes, be jealous. :D
It was a small get together, just me and her, talking over two CV tuna salad sandwiches that she's been missing since she moved off campus.
Before meeting up with her, I was slightly nervous. Being the insecure girl I am, I kept asking myself: what am I going to talk to her about? What if she finds me too boring? Oh how I hate silence, but sometimes with certain people it's just so hard to strike up conversation, you know?
But I was worrying for nothing. Conversation flowed endlessly between us- subjects of relationships, teeth, clothes, family and all kinds of weird stuff- she was so easy to talk to that it made me slightly embarrassed of my pre-date panic. It was quite possibly one of the best lunch that I've ever shared with just one other. Time flew by quickly, and we had to bid farewell-with the promise to repeat date as often as possible, of course.
Later on, I went back to my room and started musing about the subject of upperclassmen.
When I was a freshman in high school, I always thought that upperclassmen were so cool so superior and so untouchable. There was always the feeling of a gap between me and them, like the space separating earth and heaven. It was probably the case for many other freshmen too. To our young innocent and naive minds, the upperclassmen were just so damn godly.
Four years later, I'm a freshman yet again, but this time, the situation is slightly different. I'm not saying that they are any less cool or superior or godly; they still are. I still idolize them. I guess this admiration stems from the fact that I've always wanted an older sibling... In a way, they are images of what I strive to be, a representation of what I can become, a mirror to my possible future.
But after getting the chance to befriend so many of them this year, I realize that they are more. I realize that I was naive and blinded by the age difference to fail to realize that they are human too. They are people with different personalities and habits and faces and likes and dislikes and so much more. They are wise, and I learn so much from them, but they are learning things alongside me just as well. The gap between us is getting smaller, smaller, smaller and smaller...and then I would forget, forget that there was even a difference. It's just you, and me.
So of all the upperclassmen in my life...
Thanks for guiding me, and taking care of me.
and thank you all for existing in my life.
♥
ILML.
It was a small get together, just me and her, talking over two CV tuna salad sandwiches that she's been missing since she moved off campus.
Before meeting up with her, I was slightly nervous. Being the insecure girl I am, I kept asking myself: what am I going to talk to her about? What if she finds me too boring? Oh how I hate silence, but sometimes with certain people it's just so hard to strike up conversation, you know?
But I was worrying for nothing. Conversation flowed endlessly between us- subjects of relationships, teeth, clothes, family and all kinds of weird stuff- she was so easy to talk to that it made me slightly embarrassed of my pre-date panic. It was quite possibly one of the best lunch that I've ever shared with just one other. Time flew by quickly, and we had to bid farewell-with the promise to repeat date as often as possible, of course.
Later on, I went back to my room and started musing about the subject of upperclassmen.
When I was a freshman in high school, I always thought that upperclassmen were so cool so superior and so untouchable. There was always the feeling of a gap between me and them, like the space separating earth and heaven. It was probably the case for many other freshmen too. To our young innocent and naive minds, the upperclassmen were just so damn godly.
Four years later, I'm a freshman yet again, but this time, the situation is slightly different. I'm not saying that they are any less cool or superior or godly; they still are. I still idolize them. I guess this admiration stems from the fact that I've always wanted an older sibling... In a way, they are images of what I strive to be, a representation of what I can become, a mirror to my possible future.
But after getting the chance to befriend so many of them this year, I realize that they are more. I realize that I was naive and blinded by the age difference to fail to realize that they are human too. They are people with different personalities and habits and faces and likes and dislikes and so much more. They are wise, and I learn so much from them, but they are learning things alongside me just as well. The gap between us is getting smaller, smaller, smaller and smaller...and then I would forget, forget that there was even a difference. It's just you, and me.
So of all the upperclassmen in my life...
Thanks for guiding me, and taking care of me.
and thank you all for existing in my life.
♥
ILML.
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
ILML
There's one phrase that's been floating around my surroundings, for a while now. One ubiquitous phrase that's thrown around so carelessly that it's lost its original vulgarness and severeness and whatever modicum of integrity the actually phrase holds--one phrase that irritates me whenever someone says it for the smallest thing that's barely comparable to greater scale of atrocity, one phrase that pretty much denies what I love and every little detail of the thing I love...
One phrase: Fuck My Life.
Seriously?
Granted, there're always ups and downs in life. It's unavoidable. Heck, I slip sometimes too. What would life be if it was just a smooth monotonous plane? Boring. Sometimes the phrase describe the exact desperation that we all suffer--that the situation sucks, that we wish we could be somewhere else.
But to throw it around so carelessly for their own screw ups, to add profanity to the gift that was given to us, to life, just because "I'm not attracted to Asians. I go to UCSD."-- really?
I hereby dedicate this section, ILML, to the little moments in life that make living worthwhile.
No more fuck it, I will love it.
Yes.
I Love My Life.
-the end.
One phrase: Fuck My Life.
Seriously?
Granted, there're always ups and downs in life. It's unavoidable. Heck, I slip sometimes too. What would life be if it was just a smooth monotonous plane? Boring. Sometimes the phrase describe the exact desperation that we all suffer--that the situation sucks, that we wish we could be somewhere else.
But to throw it around so carelessly for their own screw ups, to add profanity to the gift that was given to us, to life, just because "I'm not attracted to Asians. I go to UCSD."-- really?
I hereby dedicate this section, ILML, to the little moments in life that make living worthwhile.
No more fuck it, I will love it.
Yes.
I Love My Life.
-the end.
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