My coworker shared a cool link with me today. It’s about the world’s smallest 3D printing pen. 3D printing itself has sparked an interest for me and I’d love to learn more about it since it’s definitely making an impact on the future of technology. I missed a design networking event that explained more about 3D printing and gave demos too. Still bummed that I missed it. Kinda sorta tempted to get this product, but we’ll see. I’m imagining all the cool stuff I can design and use to decorate and whatnot. A little secret about me is that I am a total tech nerd lol. I’m very fascinated by products like these.
Today is my dad’s 59th birthday. I’ve blown up his phone for most of the day saying happy birthday and telling him silly jokes to make him laugh on his birthday. It’s the least I could do from afar. I went about my day doing my usual Sunday routine: brunch in bed, gym, read a book at a coffee shop. All day long I was trying to fight the waterworks. Any moment that my mind isn’t distracted by reading, working out or whatever, I feel a great amount of sadness. I wish I could physically be back at home and do something special for my dad’s birthday. Last year I made him hot pot for dinner and surprised him with a small ice cream cake. It just makes me feel guilty that I can’t do anything but just to call him, which I’m sure he appreciated but still. I’d feel that way even if it wasn’t dad. I enjoy doing little things for my loved ones.
In the night where I live, There’s strange force in your kiss oh All’s divine in desire
With an ire of philosophy, Burning scrolls in the naked heat, Oh how coy is your little boy. No!
Cause I know it don’t read that well. Yeah! I got buried No it won’t be long before I rise in I got buried No it won’t be long. Yeah!
In the night where I live, Your children sway they fuel the kitch Raise their glass to Soviet cries in the ward, And in shadows
Outright, in times of old, Fumes are falling, smell them burn, Like always, yes always. Now here!
Cause I know it don’t read that well. And I know, only time will tell me I got buried No it won’t be long before I rise in. I got buried No it won’t be long before I rise in song
And I know it don’t read that well, yeah I got buried No it won’t be long before I rise in. I got oh buried Oh no Cause I know I got you
Love this song and how catchy it is. For whatever reason this song just reminds me of PC and the feelings that I first felt in the beginning. I remember how quick and deep the feelings got for me. I reminisce about it often and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss it…or him. When I think about the beginning and just everything about him, I gradually get sad because of the way things turned out. If I could turn back time and do it all over again, I would. There hasn’t been a day that’s gone by that I haven’t thought about him. Life has gotten better here in California, but wish he was a part of it with me.
Yesterday was my company’s 25th anniversary. Pretty cool to know they’ve been around this long and it was started by 3 entrepreneurs. It was a nice break at 3pm and after lunch treat. My department (Creative Services) went downstairs together to enjoy some cupcakes. Once we got down there we were so amazed at how pretty the cupcakes looked so of course we all had to bust out our phones and snap photos haha. Some had these fancy edible pearl decorations on it. It looked too pretty to eat haha. It was nice mingling with my team even though we already chat and laugh a lot together. We were chatting with this guy from another department that we met a few weeks ago. My coworker M made a comment about how she keeps saying hi to this Indian guy everyday and she mistaken that guy for S lol. It was so funny yet semi offensive. Pretty much saying all the Indian guys at work look alike haha. M was embarrassed, but she’s a really funny lady and we all got a good kick out of that story lol. Glad she got that one out before she continued talking to the wrong guy again LOL. We noticed a lot of the cupcakes weren’t being eaten and since we didn’t want to be wasteful our department was the only ones that took containers and took a bunch of cupcakes home haha. I took 4 home (one of each flavor) for my roomies. Figured they’d appreciate the goodies.
It’s been so chaotic at work. Lots of stress and tension in the office, but I don’t blame them to feel that way at all. But we still try our best to keep it light and fun at work. Last night I felt like I should’ve just camped at work lol. I already felt so physically burnt out from work and the gym, and I just couldn’t take it anymore. I was hoping to leave work on time but nope. Got bribed with Thai dinner from my boss to stay longer, which was fine because I didn’t feel like cooking anyways. Plus I don’t mind helping my team since I know one of them is gonna probably lose their shit any second haha. But yesterday I worked from 8AM – 9PM. When I left a few of my coworkers were still there. Who knows how long they ended up staying there? I was so tired when I got home. I didn’t bother telling my roomies I got them cupcakes, so I just put a note on the box and hopped in the shower. Opened a beer and I was already drifting to sleep after my shower. I didn’t want to waste the beer so I had to finish it and soon lights out! Definitely been so busy and tiring at work, but I love it though. My team makes it fun for me even during this stressful time haha.
Anyways, gonna really try to relax this weekend, but sadly the weekend goes by way too fast! 😦
There are moments that just always stay with us. Sometimes the moment is a fond memory; a baby is born or the person you love kneels down in front of you. Other moments live on through memory, not necessarily because you remember them fondly, but because they shape the person you see in the mirror today. These moments are vivid. You remember where you were, who you were with, the weather outside, and sometimes even the smell in the air.
I have had a few of these moments in my life.
I can remember the first time I said, “I love you.” I remember exactly where I was, the coat I was wearing, how the chill in the air made my nose run, and how much I meant it. I remember when my little brother was born. I remember how I accidentally called him “it,” how he wore a little…
I can’t believe that a year has passed since the Boston Marathon bombings. It’s definitely something that hits me hard. Home is where the heart is, so could you blame me? That tension and fear our city endured a year ago will never be forgotten. As corny as this my sound, I literally remember it like it was yesterday. I was a bit emotional last night just thinking about all the emotions I felt last year along with the chaos that was going on in our city. When I think about this tragic incident, it makes me miss home even more than I do already. What I miss the most about Boston is how truly humble and supportive the people were. I miss that love and community that Boston has to offer. I definitely don’t feel any of that here in California at all and I think it’s something Californians need to get schooled in. I will never forget seeing strangers coming together and comforting each other during this tragic time. Witnessing those acts of kindness really sticks with you forever.
I came into work today rocking my blue pencil skirt and yellow blouse in honor of the anniversary. I even got my Boston Strong t-shirt for the gym after work haha. Representing Boston Strong pretty hard haha. This morning my coworker asked me about what happened exactly that day and I told her how crazy it all was. Describing the details of the event doesn’t compare to the emotions that you experience. I remember just feeling so worried and scared. I was receiving calls and text messages from friends in state and out of state to see if I was okay. I was doing the same as well making sure my friends were safe. I remember stopping by one of the make shift memorials to drop off flowers and to pay my respect, that rush of sadness hit me. That eerie feeling that surrounded Newbury Street and Boylston Street really stuck with me. I felt really sad for the families that lost their loved ones and those that were injured. It’s really inspiring to see how strong the victims are after a year later and seeing them recover. I’m very proud of my friend that was a part of the team that found the second suspect. I am grateful for them to have risked their lives to protect our city and were so brave during that moment. It’s just amazing to see our city become stronger than it was before.
This image of Martin Richard, the youngest victim that died from the bombing, will always get me emotional. For someone so young to make quite a statement prior to his death is really powerful. I can only imagine what his family is going through. Children truly are the future.
I went back onto my Xanga account to just look at the old posts I wrote during that time and emotions still haven’t changed since then. Here’s my old posts if you’re curious: