Give Me Your Name


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This word – nay, the name – rolls off the tongue in such a casual way. Split into two syllables, it is at once soft in tone while harsh in the “soft-ness” of it’s consonance. More often than not, documents will return as: “Lilly”, “Lili”, “Lilli”, “Lillian”, etc. instead of “Lily”.
Is it that hard to spell 4 easy letters? L-I-L-Y.

My mom says she chose my name because she loves Lily flowers… specifically, lily-of-the-valley and tiger-lily. She truly loved lily flowers; growing up, we had lilies everywhere! As such, the lily symbolizes innocence, beauty, and purity. While my mom may have hoped I would grow to embody all of these terms, I unfortunately (and to her utter dismay) did not. Evidently lacking in grace, innocence, and soft-spoken manner, I apparently have yet to discover the “heart and soul” of my dear name.

And yet, my name written in Chinese isn’t for the characters for the flower: 莉莉. Instead, my Chinese name is written 立立.
立 = to stand straight
Before I began Chinese school, my mother told me she chose the dichotomy of my English vs Chinese name to be a pun / play on words. At the same time, she does not correct anyone who writes my name as 莉莉 instead of 立立. However, she hoped upon hope, that by naming me 立立, I’d be a much more upstanding citizen (and mostly so I’d stop slouching so much). [sidenote: As I’d find out later in our tumultuous middle school years, my cousins had thought that I was incredibly weird and horrid for slouching all the time. LOL.] As again with my American name, I have yet to live up to her expectations.

But, a name is a name. I am delighted with it as it makes for meeting another individual with my name (and spelled the way I spell it) always a great and exciting activity!

Response to “Daily Prompt: Name That…You!” Do you know the meaning of your name, and why your parents chose it? Do you think it suits you? What about your children’s names?


And the Winner is Cats.


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Victory is getting the Bulls-Eye the first time you’ve ever thrown a dart at a Dart Board. Do not fear, fellow minions, your fearless ruler shall allow you to win all the rest of the times now. Now, please don’t forget to bow as you exit.

How Does the Moon Cut His Hair?

Eclipses it.

Do I consider myself funny? Haha, only if you count telling jokes in a humorous manner, funny…then, no…probably not. Sorry you sexy men and woman…I know you had higher expectations.

But wait, there’s more!

You walk into a bar. The man at the bar tells you his name is Terry. You laugh at him, “Dude, Terry is a girl’s name!” He gets angry and shoots you.

(insert drumroll here)

You have died of dysentery! 

(cymbals clash)

Or…When the whiteboard was invented, what did people say?


Yup. Little things in life, like so, will immediately evoke a smile / grin / belly-hearted laughter. So yes, if you have some fun (perhaps witty) jokes to tell, you may now get in line and have your egos boosted, immediately!

I am also taking ghost-writer applications for joke making. Please reply below. Your jokes will be added to a document collection titled: “Jokes of Steph & Lily”. Haha, see, it takes two of us to come up with material…

I Still Don’t Know

Today’s Daily Prompt asked what it would take for me to consider myself a “successful blogger”, or even more if that was something I strove towards. I’d be lying if I said being a successful blogger wasn’t something I was working towards; how many people out there would throw it all into the wind only to be exposed to the public’s eye if they weren’t looking for “something” (whatever that something is). I’m still struggling with what a “successful blogger” would/could be. 

This can be measured by:

  • The number of followers you have.
  • The number of unique visitors every time.
  • The number of comments you receive. 
  • The amount of credibility other organizations have on you.
  • The number of references you receive from others.
  • The number of freebies you can give away (and the respondents for those).

Well, I obviously don’t really have any of those. Additionally, it bears to question wether I want to be successful in my personal blogging, or in the blogs which I’m a contributing author: Kitchology, and/or Science Meets Food. Would it also matter how many Twitter followers I had that actually communicated with me?  


I may just not be very good at this.

Rocketdogs Were Made for Raging

Today’s Daily Prompt prompted us to talk about our favorite pair of shoes, and where they’ve taken us. For me, it was love at first sightThe moment I saw them on the shelf at Payless Shoes (so many years ago), my heartstrings were pulled to their inexplicable color and beautiful neon-pink threading all around. In their prime, they were black/pink “IceCream” Rocketdogs with multi-neon-colored stripes across the sides: perfect for raging.  C’mon, I’m a sucker for pink & black. They were with me in multiple labs – having chemicals and bad microorganisms spilt over them. They brought me through three years of my undergraduate career at UC Davis and a year after graduating in the working world. They’ve travelled to Taiwan, around the country, up and down the states, and onto cruise ships. They’ve splattered through water, become water-logged to the point of “melting”, and almost nearly ripped apart at the seems when stepping into grime. They’ve come with me in and out of hospitals, through blood in the Emergency Room, and up and down random excursions. Indeed, they were my favorite pair of rave shoes; and they matched perfectly with my multi-colored-neon-candy studded belt. Even after I’d frustratedly ripped out the insoles, they still bore my extreme activity with quiet diligence and acceptance. Unfortunately, I have since tossed away my favorite pair of shoes about 3 years ago; however, they will always hold a special place in my heart (and now in the interwebs for all to see and gawk at).

Right before I tossed them out. A forever momento.

Right before I tossed them out; the beautiful colors are no longer on them. A forever momento.