Jason Mraz- Lucky
Another quarter/school year that flew by. Here I am, only been home in LA for just a night and I already miss being “home… away from home.”—my roommates. as corny as it sounds.
I live on the first floor of a wonderful apartment in Campus Village christened Disneyland (“the happiest place on UCI”), occupied with about 2 girls and a pet, situated at the heart of our evergreen campus. Okay, just kidding. We do not have a pet, but actually, an adopted member we refer to as Man of the House.
Privacy is nonexistent. Quiet hours resemble communism: excellent in theory, but a disaster when applied. I practically have to find myself a dungeon by crawling across campus to facilities to complete academic necessities (i.e. reading, studying, and sleeping, b/c that’s nonexistent in the house, too. At least for me.).
Twenty-four hour counseling is available to everyone all you need to do is… honestly, you don’t even need to take action and a roommate is guaranteed to be there to lend you a shoulder to lean on, some insightful advice, and possibly some thousand calories-worth of creampuffs, cookies, & ice cream to cheer you up.
Sleep is optional. Laughter, Hugs, and Love in this house is inevitable.
This school year has been a rollercoaster ride for me in so many ways and it was really my roommates who kept me sane. They are my rock, my anchor—the ones who kept me mentally sound, whether when I was living the time of my life with energy overload or hitting rock bottom, they were always there despite their busy schedules. There’s always one quarter that is better than the rest, but this year, I loved Every-Single-One. Every single moment, quarter, month, hour, minute, second. This year, it’s already lived up and even more with the daily spontaneities and unpredictable happenings that keep coming. Only the best adventures on earth in this Disneyland themed building we breathe and live in.
this quarter has been passing by especially fast, but I really had the time of my college experience that i really want junior year to not end. I want to freeze time and really wish this year can just go on forever. Everything in life is almost close to perfect. My parents are the most understanding, optimistic and supportive bestfriends I was blessed with since I was in formation of an embryo. I have the most amazing group of close friends back home that in every reunion we have, feels as if we’ve never left each other to begin with. I am beyond lucky to have met some of the most genuine and down to earth people through jobs I’ve had and organizations and clubs I’ve joined. Not only did many of them become my closest friends but they taught me so much about not only life, but so much more about myself and I owe it all to them.
Then of course, my perfect second family. My roommates. I considered even the closest friends I’ve made in high school as just “very close friends” because I was never comfortable enough to title anyone as “BFF” because of the past. Until I met Jessica, Vena and Ray, was I able to comfortably and genuinely embrace what a Best Friend meant and was able to finally call one of my bestest friends in the world, Kai—my bff. I feel a bit immature and middle school-like talking about “oh, this is my best friend and this one and OH EM GEE the world is my best friend!” … but it’s a feeling that words cannot explain. all I can say is that… these two simple, but very important words mean more to me than what it literally interprets.
We’re always doing our own thing and we are each so different in so many ways, but without one of them, it just wouldn’t be the same. This family wouldn’t be complete.
It feels as if everything I do is fun, even going to class. I even get excited knowing that I can go to class just so I can multitask: eat my snacks, take notes on my jank of a laptop, read my NYtimes, chat and complain to friends online about how I’m stuck in a ridiculous 3 hour lecture (no, I am not a loser! Haha!). and then the best part about class ending… being able to go “home” to my perfect family. I really look forward to going home after class or after a long night out to see them. I’ve even refuse to sleepover at friends’ even if I get really plastered b/c there’s just no place like home… but then there are consequences of embarrassing myself with my drunk conversations and behaviors. Oh yeah, I’m just going to write this down here just so I wont forget. One weekend, they all went home to visit and I came home just a bit tipsy. I ended up cleaning the whole apt., which includes scrubbing the bathtub and toilet, and I constantly went on FB to keep them updated with what I completed from our list of chores and what I was going to clean next.
Sometimes… actually, everyday—my energy level is just i don’t know, out of control? I even think my roomies think I’m crazy when I burst out with laughter out of no where, zone out literally LOL-ing/ ROFLMAO, while chatting but then there’s Ray to balance all of us out. He’s almost like the dad who keeps his girls in tack. Even though his music is way too loud, sings too loud and thinks he’s Wang Lee Hom (he even goes to shower with it on blast. FML), tells me to go to sleep when he knows I hate sleeping bc it’s a waste of my precious time, lies to me all the time, attempts to take over my bed, … but I know I will miss them so much when we all have to move out and especially when they’ll be gone to study abroad when I come back from Shanghai. Then Vena, the most amazing room mate throughout my college years, will no longer be the companion I fall asleep with when having a heart to heart. She was there by my side throughout every step of my college career and I cannot thank her enough for all that she has done for me. I really don’t know where I would be without these three.
With Jessica, I wonder what I have done to deserve a bestfriend, a sister like her. She started off calling me mom because I liked caring about her as if she’s my daughter. We then became bestfriends.. then the sister I’ve always asked for… to inseparable Lovers. There’s something beautiful between us that will always remain a mystery to us b/c we just can’t explain the friendship that we share (yes homo). You think living together with this girl is enough? Nope, not even close. Just to name a few so I can reminisce when I read this entry later on… We do all the basics together: eating, cooking, studying, shopping. Then we go clubbing, partying, drinking and coming home with blisters and hangovers. We run our miles and 20flights of stairs together. Hustle for our moneys like the divas that we are together. Have our heart to hearts on life, love, boys, family, friends… together. She’s the last person I see before I sleep, and I wake up to her morning breath that smells like flowers, everyday. When we’re not together, we’re texting, calling and visiting each other… even if we’re just simply at work or even home visiting for the weekend. We join things on campus together and every time they try to separate us, epic fail happens.
The three have seriously taught and given me so much and without a doubt, I have found my best friends and i owe it all to them.
Wherever life takes us, know that you guys will always have the most special place in my heart because the love I have for you guys is just, forever. Okay, that was pretty cheesy (it’s just one of those moments again. You guys are probably used to it by now) but…
to say I love the three of you… is just never enough.
love,
crystal.
