Happy New Year!!!

As many of you know, I am currently on a plane. But because blogspot is awesome, I've been able to preset the time when I want this to be published. So ....

WARNING: There will be A LOT embarrassing pictures of me. Prepare for your eyes to be assaulted!!!

Saying Goodbye

And don't worry! It's not too long or sappy!

I have actually had a request to see what I looked like before I came to NYC. Luckily for those who made the request, packing allows you to find such photos. So here we go, back to South Pasadena High School circa 2001/2002!!!!

(Sorry Pamela, Roz, Rudy, and everyone else in these pics!!!)

And while you're cracking up, let me take the time to explain that this was for Color Day, which was the most patriotic day for our high school. We were the Tigers and our colors were orange and black (which were just awful) and on this day you were supposed to go all out with school spirit.

My two best friends from HS. We called ourselves "The Drama Shorties" because we were in the Drama program and we're all about 5ft tall. That's Rudy on the left and Roz on the right.

Hey, laugh all you want at the costumes. We won the "Best Costume" prize for our grade!!! 

Roz is even wearing the "medal" we won that morning. Woot. Plastic orange plates with a "Best Dressed" label glued onto it ... our school passed out the best prizes ...

This is my twin, Pamela. We played twins in Peter Pan because we were both in the Drama program and Asian - which meant that we looked the most alike. Sad, huh? That's small town syndrome fer ya! ;0)

Incidentally, I was still able to see without glasses then. I'm blind as a bat now!

Some buddies in Cambria. See why I missed CA?

High School Graduation - The picture that everyone has.

Just for fun, I thought it'd be cool to juxtapose that picture with my college 

graduation pic:

My parents look exactly the same. 

I just look older. Oh, and I started wearing make-up. Lol!

And yes, Dad, I have my mother's nose.

I think the one person that I really do have to mention in my "Goodbye to NYC" is Mr. Derrick Karg - whom I've affectionately nicknamed "Fuzzyhead" because his hair has been for the most part, just out of control.

Note: His hair is different in almost every picture I have of him.

Dear Fuzzyhead,

You have literally become one of two men in my life who I consider to be one of my brothers. You were one of my first friends in New York and one of the very few people from school with whom I am still close with. You have stuck by me through hard times, seen me at my worst, and was with me during some of my best times in New York. You exposed me to many new things such as your taste in music, favorite ebaum's world videos, and other random stuff that I didn't really like. Hahaha! You were with me for my first snow experience and showed me how to toboggan. Granted, you didn't tell me that I had to roll off the damn thing at the bottom of the hill. So you watched me bounce off the ground from the impact and laughed when I landed on my face several feet away - jerk!

And of course, who could forget the red hair??? Holy frickin' cow! Talk about becoming infamous by association. The stupid things we did during freshman year - I was highly amused by the fact that the rest of my college career was plagued with "Hey! You're that girl that hung out with that guy who dyed his hair red!". And folks, he had me re-dye his hair not once, but twice! And both times he forgot to bring me a glove!!!! So what did I do??? I dyed his hair and walked around with red hands for a couple of weeks. It definitely gave me a headache then, but I guess you learn to let these little things go. Maybe it's my turn for revenge??? Look at yourself, bro! Hahaha! (And let's negate the fact that he talked me into dying a lock of my own hair. God, we look like dorks!)

You and your family took me in when I was looking for comfort and familiarity. I can not express how grateful I am to your family and most especially, to you. I look back at our past 6 years and I remember times when we laughed, cried, fought, comforted each other, and times when I just wanted to strangle you! School was definitely a rough experience because it was just so much damn work! I couldn't have asked for a better person to struggle through it with. And looking at our pictures now, I kinda see why everyone thought we were dating. Funny how you never see things when you're in the situation. Haha! I love you and I'm so blessed to have you in my life.

See??? We frickin' look like a couple!!! And why are we hugging a tree?!?!? (Don't answer that question!)

And with that, I sign off to New York City. Perhaps some day in the near future I'll be living here again (how ironic would that be???). Just watch, I'm gonna get a gig and with the way my luck goes, the project is going to ship me back out to the Big Apple. (I'll be so annoyed if that happens!) At least now, I know that I have friends out on this coast and that I will never again have to be as terrified as I was when I came here 6 years ago. I will be okay, no matter where life takes me.

Queens, Bronx, & Rikers Island

Happy New Year!

2009

Colonial Williamsburg

I've managed to escape - thanks to a sinus infection. I got up with my parents to explore Williamsburg and I was just exhausted. So my parents have left me in the hotel to rest. Heh ... being that I'm sitting at the hotel computer, it's clear that I'm not sleeping. Although I do have to say that I'd actually rather be sitting here instead of "exploring" Williamsburg. I dunno, I've already been to colonial Williamsburg when I was in 8th grade and nothing has changed. I don't mind walking around this place, but I do have to honestly admit that I'm bored outta my mind! The only thing to "explore" is the town square, which consists of shops and is quaintly organized. Talk about a small town! As if the fact that Williamsburg during Christmas is supposed to be significantly different from Williamsburg during the summer. My mother apparently wanted to experience a "historical Christmas". She's so bizarre ... There's a part of me that's screaming, "Get me back to New York!!!" God, I hope I won't think like that when I get back to LA.

For the most part, I've been walking around with my ipod on and my headphones in my ears. I've been doing this not to look like a moody teenager, but more so that I might avoid arguments with my mother. It's proving to work because I've missed about half of the things she's said to me! Simmone doesn't get provoked and no argmuent ensues! Although I have managed to hear some things and observe my parents, who have their moments of hilarity. For example, you'd think a couple would stop arguing about driving directions when they own a GPS system. Not my parents!

Mom: Exit here!
*Dad pulls the car onto the exit ramp*
Dad: Hey, exit 83 is over there! I saw a sign up ahead!!!
Mom: No! Turn here!
GPS: Re-calculating
Dad: SEE!!!!!!!!

I've also decided that I think my mother is socially awkward. It took her 30 mins to tell a story which should have taken 5 mins max. I'm not saying this as criticism - it's more like an observation. And I will say that it kills brain cells while waiting for the punchline that never comes!!!!

But all that aside, it looks like my mother is enjoying the trip ... I think. One minute she's laughing and the next minute she's expressing how she's disappointed with Williamsburg. *shrugs* I dunno! At least my family is together for the holidays.

Happy Holidays everyone!!!

Drama that Comes With the Holidays

My parents are coming to town in 2 days. It doesn't feel like Christmas because I'm not going back to LA for the holidays. This year it will sort of feel like we skipped Christmas and 2009 will start. I feel completely ambivalent and emotions are just a big jumbled mess. C'est la vie, no?

My parents and I will be driving to Maryland, then to Williamsburg, VA, and then back up to Shelton, CT to spend Christmas Day with the Karg's. I have no idea why we're doing this, I'm just tagging along. Most of all, I'm at a total loss as to why we're going to Williamsburg, VA and I'm not sure if we're going to colonial Williamsburg, or actual Williamsburg. My mother is kinda eccentric. In any case, let's hope I can get through spending an entire week in a car with her.

In other news, Noel and I are doing okay. I spent a month falling apart, but it looks like we'll definitely be able to become friends when I get back to CA. It'll be difficult but I think with time we'll pull through. He is, and was a great person for me to be around and I'm thankful that our break up wasn't any worse than it was. It's interesting to find, though, that after a month, I realized that I don't want the relationship to continue either. I think I've been bitten by the "single bug" or something. Basically my attitude has been "I'm free!". Haha. Adding to my jumble of emotions is that I also met someone else out here - already. I know ... for some reason my life gets slightly dramatic when I'm not exclusively dating someone. I'm a bit sad to be leaving the new guy because I'm a die-hard romantic and I always want to see where things go. Well, as they say, if it's meant to be, it's meant to be, right? There is no way in Hell that I'll be doing another long distance relationship. I think 5 years of doing long distance has filled my long distance quota for life. If anything, I need to keep reminding myself that men will come and go, but I will always have my career - and I am moving for my career. Ah, the adventures of the young and single. Someone shoot me. It's really not all that fun. Haha. 

Things Are Moving Along!

The packing is coming along ....

And that's pretty much how everything is looking right now - like chaos.

My parents will be coming into town next week and then we'll be driving up and down the East Coast. We'll be back in the city on the 28th, which means that I'll have 2 days left to do any last minute things before my stuff gets shipped out to Pasadena. Yay!

For the most part, making arrangements to leave here have been so easy. My landlord will not penalize me for breaking my lease, my agent in NY isn't giving me a rough time about leaving, everything has just been so smooth! But of course, there always has to be a yin to the yang of a decision. I will miss all my friends that are still here. Ironically, I started to make new friends just as I was leaving - where were these people two years ago?!?! C'est la vie, no?

These days, I am doing very well. Albeit, my life plans have changed drastically within the past couple of months, but I'm actually quite happy with the turn things have taken. It hurt a lot, but the fact that I am now free to have a few more years of having fun in the dating world is sounding very appealing to me right now.  Bring it on!!!! LA, I'm coming home!!!!

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