On the Atkins Diet. Involuntarily I had a craving for fried rice, but it's really difficult cooking a one-person serving of white rice, so I decided to go to a Hong Kong-style cafe last night for dinner where I could eat my fill and still have enough rice left over to take home (you're not supposed to make fried rice with freshly cooked rice...it's too moist). So today, I was all excited about making fried rice with some Taiwanese sausage and went to the market to get some veggies for it. I got out my frying pan, started cooking the sausage and the veggies, and opened the door of the fridge to get the rice, and...it wasn't there. I looked high and low for it, and I couldn't find my takeout box with the rice. It turns out that my brother came home and ate it. So now, instead of fried rice, I am eating sausage. *sniffle* I love white rice. *sniffle* I don't love little brothers.
A Little TV Is a Dangerous Thing With the house to myself, I actually get the freedom to watch television when I want and where I want. Not only that, but I get CABLE stations too! It's actually a bad thing, because I get even less done than usual. Last night, instead of working on my PRIME write-up on the Japanese facsimile industry (I know, I know, how could I possibly tear myself away from such exciting material?), I ended up watching a little over half of Whale Rider, which was being shown on the Oxygen Channel. Once I started watching, I couldn't stop, and then I started bawling like a baby midway through the damn thing...which left me in no mood to do anything on Porter's Diamond of National Competitive Advantage. Porter. Bah!
Fun and then Some Well, last weekend was Stanford weekend, which was a blast. Seven b-schools -- Haas, Anderson, UW, Stanford, UCI, UC Davis, and Marshall -- convened in Stanford for a weekend of friendly competition and drinking. I will have pictures up as soon as I get some time to breathe in between all these projects that are going on.
Last night, I took a break and watched the Lakers game with Shimi and his friends Jeff and Kazu at a sports bar in Torrance. The sports bar wouldn't let Jeff in because he wasn't wearing a jacket over his jersey or a t-shirt under it (apparently, exposed unshaven armpits are a health hazard). Neither Shimi nor Kazu had a jacket or t-shirt. Since I have already stated that I watched the Lakers game at the sports bar, you might be wondering how Jeff managed to get in. Well, it just so happened that I brought my petite Ann Taylor sweater in case it got colder in the evening. So you can probably guess what happened. I mean, we couldn't leave him outside, could we? I don't know what was better, the sight of him IN the sweater or the sight of everyone in the bar staring and laughing at him. My stomach is sore from laughing so hard.
Tonight, it's probably going to be bowling at Lucky Strike and potentially meeting some people who have been admitted to Marshall! I suppose we're supposed to be at our friendliest and most fun so that these admits will choose Marshall over any other school. But seriously, if you already know that I go to Marshall, what more convincing do you need?
After a night of bowling, it's back to project hell. Whoo-hoo. Yay.
Overwhelmed There's too much to do. I have so many projects due all at once, not to mention finals coming up. I'm so overwhelmed that I can't even start working. I just stare at my computer screen, completely befuddled, unable to figure out what I should tackle first. I guess I can work on my PRIME stuff. After all, there is a quiz tomorrow.
Preparing for Stanford Weekend I had dinner with Shimi, Chang-er, Nishant, TJ, and Hollywood at a nice Mexican restaurant where I ingested way more cheese than usual. Sar joined us after dinner, and all of us headed to a bowling alley where we "practiced" for the bowling competition at Stanford weekend, which starts this upcoming Friday. Sar and I decided to head down memory lane by purchasing some "jewelry" from the 25-cent vending machines at the bowling alley. Sar got a charm which we think is supposed to be a little dog, and I got a "glow stick" necklace, which will definitely come in handy the next time I decide to go clubbing on "Asian Night," because you know how my people like to "rave" and wave glow sticks about. I can't explain the fascination...that's just the way it is.
After telling everyone how sucky I was, lo and behold, I got a strike on my very first try. But no worries, it all went downhill from there. Considering that 40 is a good score for me, I did very well, scoring a 86, 74, and 91. Shimi was on fire in the beginning, but his performance tapered off as the night progressed, and that is when Hollywood just started kicking butt. He got three strikes in a row, which according to the TV screen, is a "turkey" (?), and ended the night with a 189 or something like that. Chang did awesome impression of Bill Murray in the cinematic masterpiece Kingpin, which TJ insisted that we watch for inspiration before bowling on Friday. Eighties music was blaring during the entire time we were bowling, and Chang graced us with many a performance, including a rendition of "Don't You Want Me, Baby," the song he didn't get to perform at Marshall Idol. There was one song that he made his very own, but I can't tell you what it is, because we are all hoping that he will perform it next year at Marshall Idol. It'll be a surprise...
Tired We had a case competition yesterday, so my team was in the library working on our presentation until 2:30am, only to go home, rest for 2 hours, and leave again for school. Not fun. We gave our presentation, which went well, and then we spent the rest of the day in a dazed state...the good thing was that the case was on a winery called Domaine Chandon, so we got some free sparkling wine at the reception.
Afterwards, I went home, took a nap, and then headed out to Westwood for some Indian food at Sar's birthday dinner. Since we were too tired to go clubbing, Freddy suggested karaoke. It was a night of discovery. We learned some things about our classmates, such as (1) Tammy can sing, (2) Wes likes Guns 'n' Roses played really, really loudly, and (3) rap is not our forte.
Potentially Starstruck So I live on this street where there are a lot of nice houses that are often locations for film and TV, and I've gotten used to having my street occasionally clogged up for 2-3 days at a time when filming is taking place. However, my street (and the side street that is on my route to school) has been crowded for the past 2 weeks, and there doesn't seem to be any end in sight. Not only that, but there are more "star waggons" and trucks and crap than usual. It's getting to be a little annoying, especially since the big trucks have turned my already narrow street even narrower. It's a pain in the morning to have to maneuver around cars. According to an (un)trusted source, I am told that the reason they are still here is because they are shooting a movie starring Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie. I have yet to see them. I'll believe it when I see it...although the plot does fit the location...hmmm...Maybe I need to take a little stroll....