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| So, I went to Atlantic City (AC) this weekend with my parents and boyfriend. Of course, my parents met up with a bunch of their gambling friends. It was nice traveling with the family because they have all these comps; therefore, I don't pay for anything when I'm with them. I got a comped suite at Taj Mahal, which was twice the size of my small Chinatown apartment. I shared the suite with my boyfriend (duh!) and my mom's "son." Yes, my mom has made one of her employees her son since my brother has aged out (he's 6 years older than me, I'm 28. Do the math). I went to accompany my bf to bday party at Harrah's. I was indecisive all week and just decided not to go last minute. I can't party to House music. I know, party pooper. Instead, I went to see the Alan Tam and Hacken Lee Concert. In all honesty, I enjoyed it very much. I bumped into my godbrother, Jesse, working the concert as well. I didn't realize he was still working those concerts (i konw, off topic.) My point here is I have been so out of touch with the Chinese music culture that attending this concert reminded me how some Chinese singers can really SING!!! I'm talking about Hacken Lee here. Alan Tam has good songs but does not have the pipes of Hacken. And the both of them were super NICE! They told the security to let the fans come up close to the stage instead of having us sit on the chairs and clap. I ran to the front, and failed to get Hacken's attention. Anyhow, the concert was good, the singers were comedic, and the outfits crazy!
So, on Sunday I decided to go shopping at the AC outlets. Oh boy, I did some damage there.  I am poor to begin with so now I'm REALLY poor! I guess I can't complain... I got some nice stuff! I had to pass on a pair of Nike sneakers I wanted because I was convinced that I was too old to wear sneakers that the kids I see would wear them. Oh well...
Who reads my posts???? Anyone??? Just curious. That's all. Thanks for stopping by.
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| People always say that work does not feel like work when you love what you do. I agree to a certain extent. Every Monday morning I surf the daily updates on FB, and there seems to be a recurrent theme...the Monday blues. I used to not care if it was a Monday until recently. Being a clinician social worker is the absolute best. Every day is different, but the politics of the administrative world has killed my passion. I dread the moment I wake up and count the hours until the day ends. It's so depressing! Anyhow, that's about it. | | |
| What a busy weekend!
I finally had a girl's night only on Friday at Forbidden City. The last time I was there I ate all my friend's food and then went to the bathroom to throw it all back up. Long story short, I was at my graduate school party and took advantage of open bar and decided I was feeling "fine" to go to my friend's birthday party. Well, I had a great time that Friday night. I have been locking myself up in my apartment and avoiding social activities. I'm glad I decided to come out of hibernation and let myself have some fun with just the girls.
The next day, I had to recover from drinking the night before and host a bachelorette party. The place looked great and the entertainment was entertaining. To the bride, I hope you enjoyed yourself!!!!
As for Sunday, it was the bridal shower and a movie to end the night. I should have skipped out on the movie but who can skip out on a horror flick??? I love horror movies, and I am the epitome of a screamer when watching. By the time I got home, I was exhausted and feeling a little ill. I took a shower, popped in some vitamins, and it was lights out for me. Now, it's Monday at noon, and I can't wait for the day to end. I just want to go home and nap. I should be hitting the gym, but sleep is my priority right now because I feel like I can faint from exhaustion.
I don't really have any deep thoughts to share since my brain is fried. Give me a few more days. Maybe I'll share more than my daily weekend activities.
Thanks for reading.
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| It's been about 4 months since my last post, and I do not have any good news to share about my progress with the gym. I have been going maybe once or twice since I joined, but have increased it to 4 times a week since the beginning of March. You would say that's a good thing, 4 times a week, but it's not when my friend's wedding cruise is two weeks away! I guess I wasn't that motivated to lose weight in the first place. I am going to continue to work out because I have another destination wedding to attend in 2010. Yes, all my friends are getting married. On the other hand, I'm not. At first I was sad, but now I'm okay with it. I know this is not the right time for me. I'm still paying off my bills and barely have any savings, which won't help if I get married.
On another note, the 2-8 is just around the corner. I didn't really want to set anything up, and I'm usually the person who plans out my birthday party once January hits. This year, I'm dreading it. I guess I am feeling a little older, and not ready to face that my childhood years are behind me. No more messing around. I look at the kids I counsel and the things they do just makes me want to tell them - "hey, I've been there, so don't mess it up." I've also tried to find some old elementary/JHS/HS friends on Facebook. It's quite refreshing to see old faces and hear how great everyone is doing. I haven't been able to connect with everyone, but soon enough I'm sure they'll pop up somewhere.
Okay, that's it for today.
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| About two summers ago, I started to attend the gym about 3 to 4 times a week. I loved it. I felt energized and healthy every time I finished an exercise routine. The best part was that I was able to eat what I love. I love to eat. Each time I'm eating, I feel a sense of excitement inside of body. I know it sounds crazy, but I'm a girl who loves to eat. Now, I have a minor problem. I stopped going to the gym and have not been able to find the motivation to go again. I say I'll go after work, but when the time comes, I just want to lay in my bed and watch TV. *sigh* So I thought to myself, since I'm not going to the gym, then I can just not snack(I used to NEVER snack until my bf) and eat healthier. You know, portion my foods. WRONG! Dead wrong! Once I feel hungry, I fall into the trap of devouring the most unhealthy foods. I have no will power. Absolutely none.  My girl is getting married on a one week cruise in April 2009 and being her bridesmaid I need to find that motivation, especially when her other two bridesmaid have super hot bodies.
Tune in to see my process.
note: I did a throw back album on facebook. Go check it out (if u r my friend).
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