Loving every minute of this quiet Friday evening. It's December - the time of year when work demands the most out of me physically, emotionally and mentally. I can't believe what an incredible year 2010's been. Just three years ago, I felt like I'd hit an all time low which I'd attributed to a quarter-life crisis. Boy! Can I say how glad I am to be out of that phase? I'm thrilled and I hope never to be back there again.. but I know I will be. That's just how life goes - a series of ups and downs and with the way I life my life, the highs make me feel incredibly blessed while the lows make me feel like there's no return. But that is just how I live my life - with passion.
I can't remember much of what happened years 2007 - 2009 but I remember everything that happened 2010. I reconnected with some of my dearest friends, some who I hadn't seen in 5 years!(T - lets make sure that never happens again), had some amazing heart to hearts with a very special someone that is getting married this year :) fell out of love :( fell in like, fell in what I thought was love for a few days... That just goes to show you that no matter how many times you go through love and loss, you never can tell where or what you'll fall into next.
So I raise my glass in toast to you, that 2011 brings you much love, peace, and happiness!
Friday, December 3, 2010
Sunday, April 25, 2010
What. A. Weekend.
I can barely keep my eyes open but I wanted to share this partly-debaucherous weekend with my one reader that wasn't able to partake in the festivities.
At 5:30PM Friday, I ran out of the office so fast I can't even remembered if I said "bye" to anyone. I was on my way to Orlando where I was going to be with some people very dear to me.
I landed in Orlando at 11PM, waited for C to get in at 11:30PM. By the time we stepped out of the airport, it was midnight. Apparently the hotel I booked provided a free shuttle to and from the airport, which I knew nothing about. C had printed out the info but the shuttle was no where to be found. Didn't know what to do but decided the best course of action was to splurge for a cab because we were on a mission - to hit the closest bar we could find and drink ourselves silly. The problem was that the closest bar was at Hooters, the time was 12:15AM and last call was at 12:50AM. We dropped our bags off in the room and ran like mad for Hooters, but not without first getting lost within the hotel.
So we get to Hooters and the staff was already shutting down so we ordered a few rounds of shots and a cocktail (which we downed like shot). The waitress could not kick us out soon enough and thus, we ended up in the Hooters parking lot eating Lots of Tots and wings.
If you were one of the very few that got a drunk dial that night - consider yourselves lucky!
The next morning, C and I woke up at an ungodly hour to eat at the hotel's free breakfast buffet. Really - how dare they call what we had a "buffet". We were disappointed and felt cheated out of our precious precious sleep.
TN came to pick us up and after a round of hugs and kisses, we went to eat more breakfast at a nearby Dennys. Not a smart idea because two breakfasts is not a bikini body make. We headed over to the resort where he was staying and hit the pool. TN made a great cabana boy with his rock hard abs and great daiquiri-getting skills.
Fast forward.
...to be continued. Must sleep...
At 5:30PM Friday, I ran out of the office so fast I can't even remembered if I said "bye" to anyone. I was on my way to Orlando where I was going to be with some people very dear to me.
I landed in Orlando at 11PM, waited for C to get in at 11:30PM. By the time we stepped out of the airport, it was midnight. Apparently the hotel I booked provided a free shuttle to and from the airport, which I knew nothing about. C had printed out the info but the shuttle was no where to be found. Didn't know what to do but decided the best course of action was to splurge for a cab because we were on a mission - to hit the closest bar we could find and drink ourselves silly. The problem was that the closest bar was at Hooters, the time was 12:15AM and last call was at 12:50AM. We dropped our bags off in the room and ran like mad for Hooters, but not without first getting lost within the hotel.
So we get to Hooters and the staff was already shutting down so we ordered a few rounds of shots and a cocktail (which we downed like shot). The waitress could not kick us out soon enough and thus, we ended up in the Hooters parking lot eating Lots of Tots and wings.
If you were one of the very few that got a drunk dial that night - consider yourselves lucky!
The next morning, C and I woke up at an ungodly hour to eat at the hotel's free breakfast buffet. Really - how dare they call what we had a "buffet". We were disappointed and felt cheated out of our precious precious sleep.
TN came to pick us up and after a round of hugs and kisses, we went to eat more breakfast at a nearby Dennys. Not a smart idea because two breakfasts is not a bikini body make. We headed over to the resort where he was staying and hit the pool. TN made a great cabana boy with his rock hard abs and great daiquiri-getting skills.
Fast forward.
...to be continued. Must sleep...
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Is it Friday Yet?
I am so completely exhausted... Sometimes my work week just feel like one extremely long neverending Monday. People sometimes can't conceptualize my definition of the word "busy" so to paint a better picture, it typically means having 150 emails to respond to, having clients demand lenghty proposals within the next fifteen minutes (or else I could potentially lose the business), having my internal phone buzz me while three lines on my regular phone rings simultaneously, then throw my boss's demands for me to come into his office so he can rant about something I deem a complete waste of time / chat about what he recently bought on eBay or demand xyz "right away"! And have this go on for 9-10 hours straight - every day. I think because of this, I enjoy my "down time" more so than any other person with the exception of some investment bankers I know.
I nearly snapped today and my boss's spidey senses must've been sharper than norm because he suggested we get an intern. I immediately shrieked and offered to drop everything I was doing to write up the job description. I promise to be a good leader and not make anyone get my coffee (I adore the one Starbucks guy that makes my daily caffinated beverage just the way I like it). I will truly appreciate my intern and never ever yell.. I promise!
When I leave the office while the sun is starting to set, (or after it's already set during the winter months) I've learned to decompress by walking down Fifth Avenue. Fifth Avenue becomes quite romantic and beautiful in the evenings after all the tourists leave. I pop into Zara, Armani Exchange (love those co-ed dressing rooms), Saks Fifth Ave, walk into St. Patrick's Cathedral, say a quick prayer to protect my loved ones and pray harder for my own strength and sanity..
Now that it's Spring in NYC, the party season is back in full swing. No more burden of puffy coats, scarves, gloves and boots - bring on the flirty dresses and open toe shoes!
This past Saturday, NYU Stern held its Annual Spring Fling complete with fabulously dressed guests and overgenerous open bar. After two Cosmopolitans (or was it three?) and one ginormous shot of my fave lemon drop with sweet sugar, I knew I had to leave before my speech started to slur. I woke up in the middle of the night with my head feeling like it's been whacked with a hammer. Maybe I didn't need that last shot... Thank goodness I was without camera or else there would been hundreds of photos of complete strangers, me with complete strangers, lots of tail shaking on the dance floor and probably ones that could be used for potential blackmail. I'm not sure. The memory's a bit fuzzy.
PS. A quick shout out J out in MN. You keep me writing. xxoo
I nearly snapped today and my boss's spidey senses must've been sharper than norm because he suggested we get an intern. I immediately shrieked and offered to drop everything I was doing to write up the job description. I promise to be a good leader and not make anyone get my coffee (I adore the one Starbucks guy that makes my daily caffinated beverage just the way I like it). I will truly appreciate my intern and never ever yell.. I promise!
When I leave the office while the sun is starting to set, (or after it's already set during the winter months) I've learned to decompress by walking down Fifth Avenue. Fifth Avenue becomes quite romantic and beautiful in the evenings after all the tourists leave. I pop into Zara, Armani Exchange (love those co-ed dressing rooms), Saks Fifth Ave, walk into St. Patrick's Cathedral, say a quick prayer to protect my loved ones and pray harder for my own strength and sanity..
Now that it's Spring in NYC, the party season is back in full swing. No more burden of puffy coats, scarves, gloves and boots - bring on the flirty dresses and open toe shoes!
This past Saturday, NYU Stern held its Annual Spring Fling complete with fabulously dressed guests and overgenerous open bar. After two Cosmopolitans (or was it three?) and one ginormous shot of my fave lemon drop with sweet sugar, I knew I had to leave before my speech started to slur. I woke up in the middle of the night with my head feeling like it's been whacked with a hammer. Maybe I didn't need that last shot... Thank goodness I was without camera or else there would been hundreds of photos of complete strangers, me with complete strangers, lots of tail shaking on the dance floor and probably ones that could be used for potential blackmail. I'm not sure. The memory's a bit fuzzy.
PS. A quick shout out J out in MN. You keep me writing. xxoo
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Lovely Sundays
Today was one of those beautiful 70 degree sunny days. I woke up with my face full of makeup, curls still in tact (thanks to Tresemme!), and slightly hungover wondering why I can no longer handle my cocktails / shots the way I used to at the age of 22. I know of no studies that show there is a correlation between age and alcohol tolerance.
This morning I had to head out into Queens to meet my parents for some shopping and when I walked up to them, I noticed they were with their business partner who immediately complimented them on how pretty their daughter is. He said something like this, "Wow, your daughter is so beautiful. She looks Filipino." My mom immediately started sputtering at what she perceived to be a backhanded compliment. "Oh she doesn't normally look this dark. She just loves to sit out and tan and the color never stays for long." I could've sworn I heard her cursing me under her breath.
For the record, my mom has nothing against Filipinos but she does have a problem with me trying to tan when all of Asia is hell bent finding ways to bleach their skin. In the Asian culture, "lighter and whiter" is better and prettier. She doesn't get that the only light I get is from the bulb above my cube so when I go out in public, I use what is called "bronzer".
Anyways, like stated on my Facebook status, I have been working 12 hour work days and it's really been taking a toll on me emotionally. I'm so drained and cranky that the only thing keeping me going is hoping it will be all over with my event this Monday. Another exciting event is my upcoming weekend trip to Orlando to see my dear friend TN. C is also flying in from Chicago for this mini reunion and for the first time in a long time, my heart is filled with joy and excitement!
This morning I had to head out into Queens to meet my parents for some shopping and when I walked up to them, I noticed they were with their business partner who immediately complimented them on how pretty their daughter is. He said something like this, "Wow, your daughter is so beautiful. She looks Filipino." My mom immediately started sputtering at what she perceived to be a backhanded compliment. "Oh she doesn't normally look this dark. She just loves to sit out and tan and the color never stays for long." I could've sworn I heard her cursing me under her breath.
For the record, my mom has nothing against Filipinos but she does have a problem with me trying to tan when all of Asia is hell bent finding ways to bleach their skin. In the Asian culture, "lighter and whiter" is better and prettier. She doesn't get that the only light I get is from the bulb above my cube so when I go out in public, I use what is called "bronzer".
Anyways, like stated on my Facebook status, I have been working 12 hour work days and it's really been taking a toll on me emotionally. I'm so drained and cranky that the only thing keeping me going is hoping it will be all over with my event this Monday. Another exciting event is my upcoming weekend trip to Orlando to see my dear friend TN. C is also flying in from Chicago for this mini reunion and for the first time in a long time, my heart is filled with joy and excitement!
Friday, March 26, 2010
2) Deal Breaker #2: Lack of Etiquette
One night, oh so many years ago, I was on a casual date with someone I'd seen a handful of times. The guy was good looking, smart, nice.. so far so good - there was potential.
This deal breaker crept up on me the second he picked up his utensils to cut into his enchilada. A casual mexican restaurant is no excuse to eat like a barbarian. He did not know how to hold his knife and fork! I went from being somewhat interested in what he was saying to nil. He immediately entered the female "Friend Zone". I feel sort of bad. This is the second time I'm blogging about him and his lack of knife and fork etiquette but it's important that the guy I date know the basics at a dinner table. This goes along side not chewing with mouth open, knowing to place a napkin over the lap, when eating family or tapas style - knowing to serve the lady first, not monopolizing the conversation, etc.
Simple, no?
This deal breaker crept up on me the second he picked up his utensils to cut into his enchilada. A casual mexican restaurant is no excuse to eat like a barbarian. He did not know how to hold his knife and fork! I went from being somewhat interested in what he was saying to nil. He immediately entered the female "Friend Zone". I feel sort of bad. This is the second time I'm blogging about him and his lack of knife and fork etiquette but it's important that the guy I date know the basics at a dinner table. This goes along side not chewing with mouth open, knowing to place a napkin over the lap, when eating family or tapas style - knowing to serve the lady first, not monopolizing the conversation, etc.
Simple, no?
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Dating Deal Breakers
This is going to be a fun post. The girls in my office are always talking about relationship and boys and we've come to realize that there are certain things that are just not worth dealing with! So I thought it'd be a good idea to put together a list of my personal Top Ten Deal Breakers!
1) Deal Breaker #1: "Cheaping" is for chicklets.
No girl likes or wants to date a guy who cringes everytime he has to pull out his wallet. Give me a break. Yes we all have jobs now and don't need to wait around for a husband to bring home the check so we can buy weekly groceries. However, if you are trying to impress us, it's not going to happen when your face looks like you've just shat your pants when the bill arrives.
Now get this right - no woman I know, including myself is a gold digger. We're not looking for someone to pay our rent. We're looking for someone that can find the balance between thoughtfulness and generosity. Show us that we're worth the time, attention and money.
See, every girl I know is a real catch - we're smart, pretty, funny, and we love unselfishly. Every one of my girl friends either has a masters degree or is on their way to getting one which means they either make six figures or will make it once they get it. Or hello! They manage to make six figures without the additional years of schooling (U.T.~ That's mah gurl *finger snap*) It's going to take someone equally smart, handsome, funny, ambitious, and generous to make us swoon.
Women are generous by nature. Give us a little and we will give it back ten fold.
1) Deal Breaker #1: "Cheaping" is for chicklets.
No girl likes or wants to date a guy who cringes everytime he has to pull out his wallet. Give me a break. Yes we all have jobs now and don't need to wait around for a husband to bring home the check so we can buy weekly groceries. However, if you are trying to impress us, it's not going to happen when your face looks like you've just shat your pants when the bill arrives.
Now get this right - no woman I know, including myself is a gold digger. We're not looking for someone to pay our rent. We're looking for someone that can find the balance between thoughtfulness and generosity. Show us that we're worth the time, attention and money.
See, every girl I know is a real catch - we're smart, pretty, funny, and we love unselfishly. Every one of my girl friends either has a masters degree or is on their way to getting one which means they either make six figures or will make it once they get it. Or hello! They manage to make six figures without the additional years of schooling (U.T.~ That's mah gurl *finger snap*) It's going to take someone equally smart, handsome, funny, ambitious, and generous to make us swoon.
Women are generous by nature. Give us a little and we will give it back ten fold.
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Saturday Morning - 3AM
Anyone that knows me knows that I'm an early sleeper. (The secret to great skin is lots of water, not falling asleep with makeup on, and getting lots and lots of sleep. they do not call it 'beauty sleep' for nothing.) Due to my recent late nights at the office and sheer exhaustion from working on the most tedious project ever, I fell asleep on the couch a quarter to 10PM. I woke up about 2 hours later, watched a pre-recorded episode of The Office (best show ever) and fell asleep again only to wake up at 3AM. This is what this New Yorker's life is like now.
Currently:
Keri Hilson - I Like
Black sweats, white boy beater, black hoodie
Bed head (or couch head)
Hungry :T
Today, I was wondering how the tiniest happenings at times may seem the most inconsequential - but end up having a profound effect on ones life. During my first calculus class at U of M, our professor instructed us to make a name plate for our desks. See - I hate that. I like time to create a beautifully customized name plate and not just fold a sheet of notebook paper with the name "Patty" written across it. Disgruntled over my ugly notebook name plate, I looked over at everyone else's and I see one written out, in big print with neon pink highlighter "Kimmie" with tiny hearts all over it. ...! I wanted mine to look like that! That was the only name plate I noticed so I looked up at this extremely cheerful individual and thought, "this girl's a kook."
Class ended and on my elevator ride down, "Kimmie" turns over to me and asks, "Hey! Wanna go to Necto?" Completely taken aback, I really didn't know how to respond except ask her what "Necto" was.. What I really wanted to do was ignore her because who just talks to a complete stranger, much less invite them out to a party, in a completely packed elevator??? What a f!@#$ 'n weirdo...
The following week, we were cutting calc class together shooting pool at the Michigan Union, and two years after that, we were roommates.
What if she'd never spoken to me?
What if I'd never called my bar to ask if I could wear flip flops that night? Where would I be working now?
What if he never came out that day?
I'll leave it at that for tonight... signing off.
Currently:
Keri Hilson - I Like
Black sweats, white boy beater, black hoodie
Bed head (or couch head)
Hungry :T
Today, I was wondering how the tiniest happenings at times may seem the most inconsequential - but end up having a profound effect on ones life. During my first calculus class at U of M, our professor instructed us to make a name plate for our desks. See - I hate that. I like time to create a beautifully customized name plate and not just fold a sheet of notebook paper with the name "Patty" written across it. Disgruntled over my ugly notebook name plate, I looked over at everyone else's and I see one written out, in big print with neon pink highlighter "Kimmie" with tiny hearts all over it. ...! I wanted mine to look like that! That was the only name plate I noticed so I looked up at this extremely cheerful individual and thought, "this girl's a kook."
Class ended and on my elevator ride down, "Kimmie" turns over to me and asks, "Hey! Wanna go to Necto?" Completely taken aback, I really didn't know how to respond except ask her what "Necto" was.. What I really wanted to do was ignore her because who just talks to a complete stranger, much less invite them out to a party, in a completely packed elevator??? What a f!@#$ 'n weirdo...
The following week, we were cutting calc class together shooting pool at the Michigan Union, and two years after that, we were roommates.
What if she'd never spoken to me?
What if I'd never called my bar to ask if I could wear flip flops that night? Where would I be working now?
What if he never came out that day?
I'll leave it at that for tonight... signing off.
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