Home is where the  is...

After being away for 10 long years, I'm home. I've come back to my first love and my childhood memories, Battery Park City. It's so funny after 18 years, all the doormen still remember me.  Prolly since I was the only chinese kid who put managed to put my kitchen on FIRE, flood the toilet once every year, and not to mention I forgot/lost my keys ALL the time.

This time around, I'll have a partner in crime...Gracieee!!!

It feels so weird seeing other chinese people living in the building now and we're not the only Chinese family living here anymore.

I remember being able to see Miss Liberty outside the window every morning when I was lil'.  Since then Battery Park has expanded so much. Tons of new condos have popped up everywhere making the view more and more obscure.

My gosh, I forgot how much I loved her growing up..Out of all the concerts I been to thus far, this has got to be the most bang for the buck.  Sean Paul sang for an hour, Jay Z, P. Diddy, Da Brat, Jadakiss, etc. dropped by and her voice was AMAZING!!! Not a lot of artists out there can bring you to tears by singing a childhood favorite. The only bad thing...screaming along to Hero, One Sweet Day, I'll be there, etc. only leads to a coarse voice the next day at work. 

Summer is soon to be over and it's been a total nightmare.  For all those that called, emailed and txt msged me to come out, I'm sorry I've been MIA for the past 3 months. What usually is a 40-50 hour work week has turned into a whole summer of 75 hours per week in the office.  75% doing work and 25% half ass studying....

I was just telling my friend that I see the cleaning lady in the office more often than I see my own mom..This all started when my friend/confidant/mentor/ Senior Associate left the firm and another senior person in the team gets the fired in the same week!  2 Seniors leavin' the team  + Quarter End Workload + Incompetant Assistant=  Me working like a dog and babysitting/training new hires.  It doesn't help that they take FOREVER to find replacements and in the mean time I do the work of 3 people and get the same pay.  sometimes i wish i lived under my desk so i wouldn't have to travel home just to take a long nap before coming back to do it all over again. Oh wells...after next Wednesday, this will be all over.  I'll be able to have my life back and see the people I have missed and do the simple things I haven't been able to do. (eg, eating out, being out in the sun, going out on weekends).

I love my job yet I don't love the path it leads to.  I've been blessed with a great team this past year and I couldn't have asked for better people to work with. I work with the 3 most respected, most senior, most sucessful advisors in the entire firm who adore me and think I wanna be them in 10 years.  I guess I've fooled them to believe I really have a passion for this.  Not a lot of people can say they been bar hopping, club/loungin with your financial advisors all over the city.  They spoil us rotton with trips to trendy restaurants and perks but this is no reason to stay with something you have no interest in.  After next week, everything should be clearer and i won't be chained by my fears.

a few pics from Miami....seems sooo long ago.

Channing Tatum is THE man..

can't wait to see the movie w. Amanda Baynes in SHE's THE MAN!

Woah~!!..yumm...groWl~.. long way from Two Guys, a Girl & a Pizza Place.

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St. Patty's was oodles of fun with the mod squad~ next year, we are starting EARLY!!!

a big THANK YOU for all the bday wishes via cell, text messages, facebook and in person!

Sharing your birthday with 3 other people was great! Got to see some Rutgers heads and bing people together squished in a tiny ass bar. Next year we have to pick a bigger place! Cheap Shots owned my ass and the FREE shots for birthday kids caused some major liver cleansing the next day. Thanks for all those that came by that night and for getting me drunk beyond belief and getting the whole east village to scream happy bday to me on the street, including 4 NYPD cops (kisses melissa!) while we were walking to 2nd on 2nd. Shortly after, I crashed and got whisked away to Albert's Apt where I endured Sharpie hell on my face and some intimate time with the toilet.  

The next day I realized I cracked my LCD screen and I lost my SD card with my bday pics in it and had my face was written on. This is what I get for getting drunk for the first time in yearssss.

sniff sniff...RIP baby Canon....cross my fingers & hope they can fix you..