Cube Wars

Curse you Erno Rubik of Hungary and your wretched cube of frustration!

My fascination with Rubik's Cubes has been going on for years now. I knew a lot of people with them in elementary school but what a load of cheaters they were - rearranging the stickers and all! whaaaack. It was around my Junior year of college when I came across a woman selling them at the mall and I decided I had to have one. I had always wanted to have one of my own that I could work with whenever it was convenient for me. I was also glad the ones she had didn't have the stickers, but tiles instead - a Rubik's Cube that means business. So, I bought it, went back to Riverside Monday morning...

and so the saga began.

I was working on this thing like mad. I played with it every morning ,on the trolley, in my classes, at Starbucks..literally, everywhere. Great conversation piece that darned cube is - everywhere I went with it people would check up on my progress, suggest tips, ask if they could try, the works. The truth is I wasn't getting very far and I also had decided I will not ask a single person for any sort of help, tips, nor would I go online for any assistance either. I had created a mini Rubik phenomenon in the UCR region. All of my friends had wanted to try and I had decided to buy them cubes of their own. A Cube Cult if you will. Amandeep had many sleepless nights working on that thing to no avail. Here's the sad part:
It's May of 2009 and I still have not completed the thing

I had been dealing with this monstrosity on and off through my Junior AND Senior years. My stubborn self STILL refuses to get any tips or suggestions..I will finish it..one day..oh I hope. Why blog about this now? I recently found it in my backpack [which hasn't been opened since graduating lol]. Oh here we go again..

here's what it currently looks like:

Scary Mythical Creatures Haunt My Dreams

I had a fairly odd dream last night. I was in my house when all of a sudden I see this white bug crawling on the carpet from under a book. It was caterpillar-like and I had decided to wait for it to come out completely from the book so I could kill it. I've included a photo below for your viewing pleasure:


That blue line represents how big I ASSUMED the creature was, but boy was I wrong. This creepy crawler was gigantic and I had no idea how long it was going to take for it to come out entirely so I could see just how long it really was. Once it finally crawled out, it FLEW..yeah that's right this sucker had WINGS. At this point I screamed for help [just as I do in real life when faced with this sort of situation] as this crazy white winged thing was flying all around the house. Some male friend of mine [not really sure who it was] was coming to my rescue and then I woke up.

cuhhhhh-raaayyzeeeeeee

The T-Shirt I'm Beginning to Lose Faith In

A while back, I had been taking part in an NBA season-long sweepstakes which offered various prizes, including an all-expense paid trip to the finals, which I'm pretty sure I did not win. I did however, win a $25 NBA Store gift card. Upon winning, I immediately began looking for Laker t-shirts on nbastore.com, and was trying to decide which one I wanted. It was then brought to my attention that I should wait until June so I could buy a Lakers championship t-shirt..I thought the idea was brilliant!

3 months later...now I'm sitting here..wondering if I should still be waiting? Last night the infamously inconsistent Lakers got owned by the undermanned Rockets....for the third time in this series. These fools are really testing my allegiance right now! I had returned to nbastore.com today to buy my shirt, and then I left the site empty handed. I can't give up..I really just want my championship t-shirt...and a parade on Figueroa...so Amandeep and I can do our Mark Madsen dance that we have been anxiously waiting to do. Don't let us down Lakers!

A Mother's Love

A mother is the truest friend we have, when trials heavy and sudden, fall upon us; when adversity takes the place of prosperity; when friends who rejoice with us in our sunshine desert us; when trouble thickens around us, still will she cling to us, and endeavor by her kind precepts and counsels to dissipate the clouds of darkness, and cause peace to return to our hearts.
- Washington Irving

These days, relationships of all kinds are fleeting. Friends come and go, breakups and divorces have become the norm, and human connections in general are quite ephemeral. The one and only bond that I feel is truly unbreakable is one between a mother and her child. Although I am responsible for the majority of my mom's gray hairs, I know that the bond can never break.

To: Mom/Mummy/ Mom-ay/ Mum Jeezy/Momsy/Mummyji/ Maaaa:
I am thankful for everything you have done for me and the relationship we have. Although we have hit some serious bumps in the road from time to time, I know that we have a very strong bond with each other and I am truly blessed for it. So to the best cook, supporter, friend, cheerleader, doctor/cure-all, healer, teacher, listener, and counselor I know : Happy Mother's Day. Love, Sarina

*A special thanks to Meesa for paying premium fees for cool sites

Ay Dios Mio..Hace Calor up in Here

Freaking Al Gore and his global warming. I feel like at this rate, summer will begin in January, or like, by 2015 we will begin to have 190+ degree weather. It was also really windy here today..I'm convinced it was some sort of hot tornado. Apocalypse forsure.



82 degrees at 8:04 PM. lame.

Treasures From My Bedroom: Photos Taken At The Mall

Treasure: Photo Makers pictures* (circa 1997-2000).
Location: bottom drawer next to the bed, hidden under fat stack of papers
What Qualifies it to be a Treasure: nostalgic value. significant blackmail value as well.

*At the Northridge Mall, the place was called Photo Makers - it may have been called something else in your area, but I am almost certain every mall in America had one of these.


This was an excellent discovery. I found about 100 or so of these pictures tucked away in a small plastic bag and it brought back great memories. It's amazing how ridiculously popular taking these pictures and then passing it out to all of your friends were at the time. At my middle school, which was literally two blocks from the mall [any valley boy and/or girl's dream], this was the biggest thing to hit the scene since Lemon Ice Gatorade. The typical photo was as follows:

Why did we think this was so cool? Remember when like 15 people would get together to take a photo together? Remember how much drama was involved in deciding who you wanted to take your picture with let alone who would give one of your pictures to? Was I into this fad? Guilty as charged. hahah man someone out there is laughing all the way to the bank while thinking about how many pre-teens he/she suckered into this phenomenon.

For safety/embarrassment purposes, I have blurred the photos to the best of my ability.

Update From the Bulls Bandwagon

Plain and simple: life on the Chicago Bulls Bandwagon is amazing! Whoever hasn't joined it yet - it's not too late! I am pretty sure though that by now most people have been sucked into this playoffs match up hardcore like myself. Consider the other Round 1 match ups and how many games I watched: Lakers vs. Jazz: all of them [obligatory], Magic vs 76ers: 1, Hawks vs. Heat [I think like 4 not sure], and everyone else: big fat zero. Why zero? They were all boring.

All except this Bulls/Celtics match up! Every single game so far has kept me on the edge of my seat. This is by far the best series I have ever watched in my life and last night's game six was just EPIC.

Game 1: Chicago wins 105-103 (OT)
2: Boston 118-115
3: Boston 107-86
4: Chicago 121-118 (double OT)
5: Boston 106-104 (OT and almost double OT had Miller made his free throws)
6: Chicago 128-127 (TRIPLE OT!!!!!!!!!)

Talk about OVERTIME MADNESS. This is amazing. Last night's game was 4+ hours and it was so intense you could not even turn away from the television for a second. I really thought this was going into more overtimes, and that in the end it would come down to a one on one match between Brian Scalabrine and Lindsey Hunter. With so many players fouling out, I also convinced myself that at one point Michael Jordan was just going to emerge from the sky or something and get on the court. Fights broke out, Rajon Rondo pretty much knocked Brad Miller's teeth out, Paul Pierce now runs after the ball at speeds in which you might believe he was once a sprinter, these games keep going on for hours with no end in sight; like I said...this bandwagon is a great experience. Go Bulls!!!

Game seven on Saturday should be just as intense. I can't wait. Don't bother trying to get in touch with me after 5pm.

Check this fight out from last night. Ohhhh man