I was looking through some old pictures today and realized that 3 years ago (give or take a week), I was here:



which was on the way to here:


which was really the peak of here:




I can't believe we did that.

The wedding season is in full swing!

Wedding #2 - Peter & Irene


Wedding #3 - Phyllis & Ben


Around Berkeley with my cousin

The latest in the mean lady saga: She's baaaaaaaack~

I thought I saw her head peeking over the computer when I got to work this morning. I spoke to the manager here and after speaking with the HR person for that company, he was told the mean lady was going through a lot of personal problems and was given a month off to deal with it. They think things are better now. They also spoke to her about how she interacts with other people on the floor. Not mentioning me, directly, but probably mentioning me.

So we'll see what the future holds. I'm to report back if things persist. Here's hoping for a more pleasant (mean) lady.

We went to dance class yesterday and learned the American Tango. Danny and I were wondering if the class would be empty since the NBA finals were going on at the same time. The class was definitely on the leaner side.

We had a substitute teacher that used funny analogies to teach the class. ('Ladies, when he dips you, turn your face around like he has bad breath.')

At one point in the class, he asked how many couples were married. I counted only 3. But one lady spoke up and said, 'You can tell who's engaged. They're still kissy kissy.' haha. Proves my earlier observations.

I have a love/hate relationship with my bootcamp class. It gives me a great workout but it also wears me out and leaves me sore for days. But the thing that bugs me the most about the class is that the instructor always plays songs by Ke.$.ha. Man, she bugs me. Maybe it's his way of getting people to work out harder. Because when I hear her songs my adrenaline starts pumping out of annoyance.

World Cup Korea-Greece game viewing outside Radio Korea. Approximately 5am. Slightly delirious as evidenced by the 'ojing-oh' hanging halfway out of my mouth.

I have a lot of conflicting emotions about being in LA. I love the Bay Area and it will forever be my home. But more and more I'm seeing the benefits of being away from home (aka my parents) for the first time, especially for the beginning of our marriage.

But then my parents deal with situations where I feel like I should be at home. Yesterday, my parents' place in SF was robbed. It was in the middle of the day in broad daylight, and I can't believe no one saw anything. I would have been at work so it's not like I would have been able to prevent it, but at the same time I could have been there to talk to the police, or take it up with the office about better security.

It's an interesting dynamic because while I want to be there to help them with this stuff, at the same time I can't help feel annoyed when they ask me to call credit card companies, airlines, etc. and immediately feel guilty for it.

Luckily the elder at church followed up with my dad's car insurance and they actually will cover for the loss. At the end of the day, things are just things. But the feeling of not being safe in their own home, of being so helpless... that's going to take time.

This LA office hates me.

First the drama with the receptionist lady (which is over, thank God). Now someone stole my yogurt out of the fridge.

I know it's just a yogurt, but it's a matter of principle. Who takes food that doesn't belong to them??

Apparently one of my coworkers had her food eaten out of her own tupperware and came to find an empty container in the fridge. WTH

Another coworker said if it happens to her she's going to leave a note saying that she crushes her medication into her food and that person better consult his/her doctor. :)