eric and anna's wedding. wow. words can't even do justice and i'm not even sure i can describe all the feelings i felt but i'll try. i've been to four or five weddings during the year and this by far and away blew all my past experiences out of the water. it was so amazing to me the love and friendships i felt oozing out of every single person at the reception. it still amazes me time and time again after each big get together with the michigan folks how they all just accepted me and treated me as one of the "family". beginning with my first ever visit to umich freshman year seven years ago (damn was is that long ago?) to attending huaren shows and watching funktion perform for the first time on the diag (i believe it was their first time anyways) to the new york trips after graduation and culminating in the wedding of the year. or years.

i really can't express how glad and grateful i am that i'm even able to be a part of a group like this. kudos to jon for always inviting me out to visit. i believe it was amy kuo that made the statement during ddt that some people won't ever be able to share or witness this kind of love and friendship (excuse me if i butchered her line...it was 6am after all) and that really struck me because at that moment, sitting on the floor half asleep it hit me suddenly how lucky i am that jon decided to go to umich instead of ucla and i was able to come visit a ton and meet everyone. and i'm still meeting new people each and every single time we all get together. the experience that we all shared this past weekend was amazing and i'm really just so grateful that i was able to witness it.

the love i witnessed between anna and eric really restored some faith i had lost in finding true love. over the years along the way somehow i came to the belief that true love does not exist but i found myself wanting to believe in it again and hoping that i too will find it one day.

my favorite moment of the wedding. the entire group slow dancing and as hong told everyone to look up at the mirror, i could feel tears come to my eyes just at the intensity of the moment only to look around and see half the group crying as well (although ahem...jon didn't which isn't too big of a surprise). i truly am just so honored and glad i was able to participate in an event like this and more importantly to have met everyone that i have over the years.

some other highlights for me included pigging out in the hotel room with the girls, staying up all night sort of (i did take a two hour nap) to participate in my first big group ddt (i just recently learned what ddt stands for), singing along to all the songs while dancing and watching everyone jump up and down as if nothing else mattered in the world, realizing i still hadn't washed my feet sunday when i had been dancing barefoot all night long, telling leslie that fact and watching her die of laughter at the apothecary and of course, being delirious from lack of sleep at the airport with amit and leslie while watching sex in the city. "$1.75" cookies anyone?

i do realize this is somewhat of a cheesy blog (ok maybe very cheesy) but i just finished looking at james's pictures and all the emotions and feelings came back up so i just had to blog about this. thanks for another incredible experience and to jon especially for inviting me to umich so much and introducing me to everyone.

for the ultimate wedding pictures taken by mr james wang himself, click on this.

in less than 24 hours my ass will be sitting on a plane to detroit with final destination in kalamazoo. i think anways. i can't remember exactly where the wedding is going to be. in either case...what's the occassion you ask? me having just given it away two sentences ago but who cares...anna and eric's wedding. essentially THE wedding of the year for umich folks and seeing how i am the twin of mr jon yang i'll lump myself into that category as well.

words can't describe just how excited i am. for the wedding of course but also just to see everyone again. haven't seen a lot of them since my last trip out to new york earlier this year and each time it gets better and better. i could quite possibly be seen as my own person now instead of as jon's twin...my ploy to steal jon's friends is working. ha. not really. but it is kind of cool as jon g has moved to the bay area although we have yet to hang out but we are to get silly drunk tomorrow night together. no turning away drinks this time. sujeet has volunteered to be my personal chauffeur and pick me up from the airport of which i'm very grateful for. even mr james wang has flown out from san diego to mingle with the michigan folks. it's going to be a grand weekend.

i'm not even that upset about my 6:30am flight tomorrow morning since i'll be getting in early enough to hang out in ann arbor. unless my memory serves me wrong which is very possible at my old age, i haven't been back to jon's campus in quite a while. ever since i graduated three long years ago.

now if only time would go by a little faster or it would be even better if a miracle happens and a surge of motivation rushes through me to get all my work done. i swear i haven't done much all day but what else is new. not even the deadlines looming up and my growing to do list is making me concentrate on work.

oh wells. maybe this weekend will rejuvenate me to work harder when i get back. pigs do fly right?

i was reading this survey conducted by glamour magazine (so take it for what it's worth) on why guys go to bars or clubs. is it to meet girls? obviously the number one answer. get wasted? have a night out with the boys without having to deal with any whining or jealousy issues? this is all nothing new but all of the guys made it a point to mention that yes they go to these type of social gatherings to meet girls but would certainly never expect themselves to date any of them. or heavens forbid...meet their girlfriend there.

i personally think it's all a bunch of crock. guys just say that because it's the thing to say these days. or they've heard so many other guys say it before them that it's almost a requirement and people these days have no originality. i could possibly fall into that category although i don't like to think so but who knows. i do listen to the radio all the time but i have been listening to jon's cd's a lot more now so i'm getting better. feel free to send good music my way. my thinking is if the guys who makes these type of statements consider themselves to be so great and upscale and yet they're going to bars, is it so impossible to imagine that you can possibly meet a nice girl to bring home to mom and pop? i consider myself to be dateable material although i'm sure jon and others would probably disagree but heck i go clubbing all the time and so do my friends and i think every one of them would make a great girlfriend.

unfortunately my whole thinking on this topic was pretty much smashed to pieces last night. well ok maybe not smashed to pieces after just one experience but i can see why guys would say that now. i went to this club called blue tattoo yesterday mainly because the playboy playmates dj tour landed there and why wouldn't i want to see some playmates up close and personal? at a club in san jose nevertheless. however i was pretty much in for a disappointment as the two who showed up were not all that hot. as my friend said "are you sure they were playmates or are they just associated with playboy?" but after some careful scrutinization on my part i've determined they must of been at some point in their lives a playmate. take into account the big fake boobs, the blonde platinum hair, the nice fake tans and skinny ass bodies...playmate material.

although there were some cute girls there last night (i did notice by the way that they all seemed younger than 21 and i refuse to believe it's because i'm starting to get old) there were plenty of hos and sluts too. plenty. and as i was standing there by the bathroom for over a hour (don't ask me why) looking at all the drunk girls falling over each other i started thinking that hm...maybe the guys do have it right. it IS hard to find a nice girl amid all this madness. and even if she was nice normally she could very well be making an ass of herself now so how is one able to distinguish? a little alcohol will bring out the wild child in all of us. unless of course you're one of those belligerent drunks that i hate and wish would just pass out and go to sleep.

it's times like this that one i'm glad i'm not a guy and two i'm not a ho or slut because they certainly make for good gossip the next day with my friends as you know, i drink haterade as bren says all the time although i do have to disagree. sort of.

i went to dinner last night with the family. at least the relatives in san jose anyways minus my cousin ashley who decided to not come in order to stay home and do her homework. how very admirable. she is a newly member of the institution called high school so i do admire her dedication but i'm sure it'll go away after a couple of months if not weeks. i'm such a great role model i'm sure. it's not very often that we do dinners like this but nothing like a quarter century birthday to get everyone together.

during the conversation my uncle was like how old are you now? and when i replied with 25 both him and my aunt seemed shocked. 25?!?! are you sure? uh yes trust me i wouldn't be adding anything to my age on purpose now. then of course the topic of marriage came up and how kids these days were getting married older and older and well back then my aunt and uncle got married when they were 25 and my mom after some calculation was 26 i believe. hailin, my other cousin who is currently 21 and i both stated proudly that hell no we're not anywhere near getting engaged and personally we both don't see that happening till at least 28 if not later.

i started reflecting on my past 25 years and i have to say, i'm in a really good spot with myself now. not sure when this turnaround happened but it was sometime definitely in the past year or so that i became really comfortable and secure with who i am. sounds cheesy i know but it's true. no longer am i going through the quarter life crises of being insecure and wondering where i'm going in life and being depressed because college, the best years of my life supposedly are over. instead i feel like i'm in my "prime" so to speak now and i'm loving it. my job isn't the greatest but it's not the worst thing either. i'm happy with what i make now seeing how i have no one to support which translates into lots of play money. i love being on my own and able to afford vacations and not having to worry about studying over the weekends or getting shit done. excuse my cussing...it has been brought to my attention recently by a friend that i've been cussing and dropping the f bomb a lot which i'm not quite sure why yet but i am trying to stop. really i am. it's not ladylike i suppose.

i feel like i actually have a personality now whereas before i was so muddled in trying to figure out who i am and pleasing everyone that i became basically this complacent person who was just there. invisible almost. it wasn't too long ago that i blogged about becoming more domestic and the joys of shopping for patio furniture but these days i've pulled a 180. sort of. i find myself wanting to go out more and trying new things and just partying it up. when i was 21 or so i thought for sure i'd be over clubbing by my mid twenties but here i am now smack in the middle of my twenties and the partying bug is going nowhere...in fact it could possibly be getting stronger.

my attitude now essentially is i've come to realize that it's not just college that is the best years of your life. i'd argue that life after college is the best time once you get over the post-college depression. mainly because you actually have money now to do crap instead of being broke all the time. i'm hitting my prime years now and want to do everything and get it out of my system now so i'm not looking back when i'm 30 or so and wishing i had done this or done that...no regrets. i've seen too many people like that and i'm going to do my damnest to not repeat their mistakes.

this is a long post so read at your own risk.

cancun 2003. just got back a little while ago from a week long vacation to cancun mexcio with two of my girlfriends from college and i'm now sitting in hotel pan blogging about it. there's plenty to say but no scandalous stories to reveal. sorry guys. i know it's a big letdown. it's a shocker but amazingly i only went clubbing one night and didn't get wasted and only had maybe three other drinks total the other nights. am i getting old? i certainly hope not.

my vision of the cancun trip was pretty much girls gone wild and being completely wasted all the time as i would imagine what spring breakers go through but the trip itself was pretty tame. a lot of fun still but certainly not as much partying or drinking as i was expecting. it probably helped that one of the girls i went with was recently engaged and the other had a steady boyfriend which translates into more touristy activities and being in bed by midnite but i think i enjoyed it better this way. i felt like i saw and accomplished a lot and another bonus is i actually remember everything as i have being known to blackout when very wasted. as some of you may have been privy to witness.

i took two tours which lasted all day and participated in one party bus night. one tour to chichenitza to see the mayan ruins and another to xcaret that was kind of like a mexcican version of sea world if that makes any sense. without any of the shamu and dolphin shows but complete with a petting zoo. the trip to chichenitza consisted of a three hour drive on a bus where the air-conditioning was working a bit overtime so i proceeded to freeze my ass off with no jacket to keep me warm. the ruins itself was pretty interesting though. not sure i would go on the tour again but i guess it's one of those once in the lifetime things you should just do. the weather was way too hot and humid for me to pay any attention to what the tour guide was saying and i felt like i was on a middle school trip where my friend and i lagged behind the group and just hunted for shade whenever we stopped. the highlight of the day was climbing to the top of the pyramid because damn i'm out of shape and it was so hot i had little pools of sweat forming in my bikini top. a lovely picture i'm sure.

then on the second day i went to xcaret where i went snorkeling for the first time. although jon now tells me that i've been before but i can't remember so i'm now pronouncing this officially as my first time. that was probably the best part of the trip for me. i snorkeled down a river and we could swim through caves with skylights and waterfalls although there weren't very many fish to see until the very end. i did get pretty excited a couple times though as i kept thinking i saw fishes swimming around until my friend pointed out to me that i was just looking at leaves. very sobering indeed. after snorkeling it was off to the beach and relaxing in the hamocks and trying to soak up some rays lying out in inner tubes on the lagoon but the weather just wasn't cooperating. then at nighttime there was a culture show that i wasn't quite sure what to expect from it but it turned out to be really good. if something can keep my attention for two hours you can sure bet it's somewhat interesting.

finally i was done with all the touristy stuff and could go out on the beach for a day of nothing but working on my tan. my plan worked a little too well as i got horribly sunburnt to where i had to buy aloe from the drugstore and for a day there i thought my back was going to breakout in blisters. but i'm a little better now thanks in case you were concerned although the back of my legs is still bright red. i probably wasn't too smart in deciding to go out in the sun for 5 hours in peak time using only a SPF 4. but in my defense if i even have one was i had to be certain i came home noticeably darker and i did go to cancun during thunderstorm season and it had been raining for a hour or so each day when we were there so seeing how the weather was so unpredictable i had to be sure to soak up all the sun i could. and well i am noticeably darker now but also in a great deal of pain. fair tradeoff? fuck no. i've been going to sleep in my bikini tops the past two nights since it was so painful. surprisingly yes hotel bedsheets feel much better on your skin than a cotton tanktop. future note of reference for you future vacationers out there.

now on to the scandalous part. or lack thereof. i went on the party bus where you ride in this double decker bus with music blaring from the speakers as you get taken around to three different bars/clubs for the nite with all you can drink. i had ten shots i joke you not as well as several jello shots and was only very tipsy. i'm sure it's not because my tolerance has gotten any higher either. damn those watered down drinks. the only guys my friends and i met was this 45 year old black man from missouri who had gone to cancun without his wife but with her permission. no he wasn't hitting on us...he was actually pretty cool and even bought us all two roses since it's not everyday three mid 20's tipsy girls are so willing to hang out with him. i did get to go to coco bongo which is supposed to be the best club there and i had seen it on wild on e! the weekend before i was set to leave for cancun so i was expecting lots but i suppose once you've become a club whore like me, all clubs seem to be the same no matter where you go. even in cancun.

the rest of the week was spent eating lots of chips and salsa, drinking pina coladas, talking to the locals and shopping for souvenirs. i have never been whistled at by guys so much in my life but i've pretty much determined anyone with a vagina will get whistled at so it wasn't all too flattering. it got to be quite annoying actually and while gift shopping the vendors would always say "come on senorita, buy something for your boyfriend?" to which i would reply well what if i don't have one and the response would be "buy one for your ex." can't win with them i suppose. while shopping, i thought i had found the perfect gift for the boys but boy was i wrong. well actually most of the boys liked it (ie. victor, gene and jimmy) while the other more girly boys (ie jon and james) actually turned down my gift and wanted something else. the gall of them! i had brought back these corona bottles with a clay figure of a guy and girl having sex attached on which i personally thought was hilarious and even went back to buy two more because i was so sure they were going to be a hit only to come back home to find out otherwise. although the girls (ie nancy, may and susan) thought they were pretty funny too. we can clearly see who the cooler ones of the bunch are now can't we and who the not so manly guys are? ahem.

so i took pics of them for your viewing pleausure and my question is do you find these gifts funny? i would think normal guys would love them but i'm clearly not hanging out with your run of the mill average guys i suppose. or am i just off my rocker and these gifts really are tasteless and i never should of bothered to lovingly hand carry them on my carry-on bag back to hotel pan?

if you've made it to the end of my blog kudos to you. it certainly was a long one but well i only go to cancun so often and must jot everything down while it's still fresh in my mind for future memory sake. it's gone quite down the drain these past couple of years. so kudos to you.