Author Archives: Lana Yoo

Recalling my days as a junk food junkie, I would never have imagined ever loving vegetables, or becoming even a remotely healthy eater. I was perfectly happy with my daily fare of pizza and chips, thank you very much.

A picture is worth a thousand curses ““ especially one from Facebook that shuts you out of your dream job.

I am an aspiring hedonist.

I was strapped onto the snowboard and ready for the ride ““ until someone began squawking, “It’s my birthday!” Losing focus, I tumbled down the hill so fast that I put even Jack and Jill to shame.

Far, far away at the edge of campus atop the rolling hills of Bruin Walk looms a dark, cold castle where the fearless souls who dare enter brave the bureaucratic maze known as Murphy Hall.

It’s lucky for me that Barack Obama is everywhere, because I happen to think that he’s ridiculously good-looking.

I know I’m home when the familiar urine smell welcomes me as I enter my apartment lobby. And though such a greeting may be atrocious elsewhere, in Westwood it’s nothing but ordinary.