And all this time, I thought the Starbucks barista near my work didn’t know my name…

Chel sent me this photo and said it made her think of me 🙂

If you ever come over unexpectedly, there’s a good chance I won’t have any pants on. Just kidding. (Even if I was expecting you, I still wouldn’t have any pants on.)

Quote of the day:

If they will do it with you, they will do it to you.

Dinner with friends turned into an emergency girl boy session at Station Tavern last night. Afterward, I polished off an entire bottle of wine by myself like I was the one hurting! Or… like it was just another Tuesday. Ha.

August was a tough month for love! Hello, September. I hope you’re amazeballs.

Booty Bassment with my favorite ballerinas at the Whistle Stop last night! You can’t see them in the picture, but Antonio and Jessie were doing the bernie while this was going on.

The universe is obvi confused about what we want, judging by the excessive amount of emergency girl sessions, tears and vino consumed this past month. So the girls and I wrote our own letters to the universe last night and lit that shit on fire.

We were enjoying some sangria afterward when the man at the neighboring fire pit offered us some brisket. Was the universe answering my letter already? Maybe I should have been more specific when I said I wanted more meat in my life!

Oh, Torrey Pines… I may be sore today, but I was thrilled to be on top of you last night.

The only thing better than Ryan Gosling in a suit is Ryan Gosling eating pizza in a suit. That slice from Sbarro bumps this animated gif up from a 10 to an 11!

Now who do I have to sleep with around here for someone to seed this Crazy Stupid Love torrent that’s been stuck at 56% for the past three hours???

The girls and I got up at an ungodly hour this morning to support Jessie at the America’s Finest City Half Marathon!

Jess and I are still sick, so we spent all day Friday watching movies in our underwear, overdosing on Zicam and Emergen-C cocktails, and carbo-loading in preparation for her race today. Yes, I probably didn’t need to carbo-load with her, but what’s done is done.

Congrats on completing the Triple Crown, Jessie! We couldn’t be more proud of you ♥

My only requirement for my next home will be that it has a life-size wind chime swing in the front yard like this one Christine is swinging on at Outside Lands.

The first person to find me this home gets a crisp $5 bill.

Quotes of the weekend:

• “You really came alive after your pants came off.”
• “I feel like I’m hiking and shit through Yosemite and fuck.”
• “You ate all of Christine’s chips!!!”
• “San Francisco is all about recycling old lovers.”

I’m going to file this under “Things a guy can say to get into my pants”.

(You should write this down.)

If there’s no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I’ll follow you into the dark

Three days of live music wasn’t enough for us, so Jessie and I kept the party going in SD last night at the Death Cab for Cutie show.

Now we’re both sick, and Jess is worried about the half marathon she’s supposed to run this Sunday, while I’m worried about not being able to taste the celebratory beer we’ll both be drinking after she crosses the finish line! Ha. Priorities…

Children wake up
Hold your mistake up
Before they turn the summer into dust

Last day / last band / last song at Outside Lands!

I left my heart at Bi-Rite Creamery.

Baggage claimed. Pants off. More to come.

The Joy Formidable – Whirring
[audio:http://www.mayanrocks.com/blog/The Joy Formidable – Whirring.mp3]

I had pizza and beer with Jessie, Shi and Anthony at Pizza Port before heading to The Joy Formidable‘s sold out show at the Belly Up tonight! Anthony was worried that Jessie and I were gonna ditch him for these boys who were supposed to buy Jessie’s extra tickets, but I think we were more worried that Anthony was gonna ditch us for Mike, some guy we had just met at the show who works for Stone Brewing Co. and loves craft beer (like Anthony), plays the drums (like Anthony) for the band Sweet Ever After, and just happens to have the same exact phone as Anthony. When Anthony found out that Mike home brews, his panties fell off and their bromance became official. I mean, am I gonna have to fight Anthony for him???

Quote of the night:

I need to find a new job… one where I can be home by five and drunk by six like you bitches.

I’m actually home by 5:30… but I’m still drunk by six :p

1. Mel accidentally stepped on Chewy
2. Miko tore his ACL because being blind wasn’t enough of a handicap
3. Christine broke her foot jumping tires at Undisputed (true story!)

I think I pulled an inner thigh muscle using the beaver machine at Chuze last night. Is that sort of the same thing?

It’s hard to complain about exercising with a view like this…

Yesterday, I hiked at Torrey Pines with Shi, and I was DYING. I haven’t worked out in… what month is it now? My exercise ball has been sitting in the backseat of my car as a constant reminder that I haven’t worked out since Arlene moved to Monterey. I weighed myself yesterday to assess the damage, and I’ve only gained 6 pounds, surprisingly. I was expecting upwards of 15 or 20, but I guess it’s hard to tell if my clothes are fitting tighter when I’ve been getting all this mileage out of my leggings! Ha. I’m finally back on the grind, though. Arlene pretty much threatened my life before she left town, and I don’t doubt she would cut me if I gained back all that weight she helped me lose.

My goal is to look better at 30 than I did at 21. Considering I wore brown chola lip liner when I was 21, I’d say this goal may have already been reached. Ha.

Ubiquitous, adj.

When it’s going well, the fact of it is everywhere. It’s there in the song that shuffles into your ears. It’s there in the book you’re reading. It’s there on the shelves of the store as you reach for a towel and forget about the towel. It’s there as you open the door. As you stare off into the subway, it’s what you’re looking at. You wear it on the inside of your hat. It lines your pockets. It’s the temperature.

The hitch, of course, is that when it’s going badly, it’s in all the same places.

Sooner or later, this is bound to stop
Come on, let’s savor what we’re falling for

It’s Monday. It’s the first of the month. It’s a good day to start our new lives!

– Shi

Your sunshine is blinding me, Shirley May (but it’s hard not to smile when you’re around) ♥

Yesterday was the perfect ending to my far from perfect week. I had lunch at Influx (where a ham & brie croissant melt #1 could turn anyone’s day around), witnessed sweaty eye candy at the Und1sputed Ones soccer game, and finished the night off at Blind Lady Ale House with pizza, beer and my girls. And some random dude who joined us at our table. And put his hand on my knee.

The fact that I even mentioned the random dude who put his hand on my knee as one of the highlights should be an indication of how shitty my week really was.

Incubus – In the Company of Wolves
[audio:http://www.mayanrocks.com/blog/Incubus – In The Company Of Wolves.mp3]

In the company of wolves I sat in silence

Liberty Station’s Summer Movie Mania night consisted of Mona Lisa sandwiches, wine, brie, Jessie’s brownies, my favorite girls, and Tom Cruise before his crazy couch jumping days.

Quote of the night:

Who needs a boy to keep you warm when you’ve got wine?

There was no doubt that I woke up in a dude’s apartment this morning. Thirty or so empty craft brew bottles lined the mantle behind me. There was an outdoor patio set in the dining room, complete with a hole in the table for the absent umbrella. And to top it all off, my friend’s roommate offered me packets of ketchup to eat for breakfast. Ha! At least he made me coffee first.

Jesse and I agreed that if it wasn’t for my vagina, we’d have a serious bromance going on.

Get out your guns, it’s time to start a fight
Whoa, and it won’t take too long
I want to make it right

Or… Christine, Jessie and me with haircuts.

‘It was a mistake,’ you said. But the cruel thing was, it felt like the mistake was mine, for trusting you.

Bon Iver – Re: Stacks
[audio:http://www.mayanrocks.com/blog/Bon Iver – Re Stacks.mp3]

Everything that happens from now on
This is pouring rain
This is paralyzed

You were having a shitty day at work today, so I shared my favorite Bon Iver song with you to make you feel better. And then I found out what you did. Now every time I hear this song, I’ll be reminded of the exact moment you lost me as a friend.

Nothing a bottle of sauv blanc can’t fix… especially when you’re drinking it with your REAL girlfriends.

Yesterday, I brought my lunch and gym clothes to work.

My untouched ground turkey is still sitting in the fridge because Mary and I had 25¢ wings at JT’s instead, and my unused gym clothes are still neatly folded in the trunk of my car because Christian wanted to go to happy hour.

My work’s proximity to the bar is clearly foiling my plans to eat better and work out.

For one of the most refreshingest mothas on the planet…

So avoid using the word ‘very’ because it’s lazy. A man is not very tired, he is exhausted. Don’t use very sad, use morose. Language was invented for one reason, boys—to woo women—and, in that endeavour, laziness will not do.

We took family photos at Coronado Beach this weekend for my grandma’s 80th birthday. I’ll spare you the images of me and my 40+ Asian relatives in our clichéd blue jeans and white tops, and instead leave you with this gorgeous sunset.

Happy 31st birthday to Jay, a dear friend who was dirty long before he was thirty. He also thinks that 31 is the new 21. Please don’t encourage him…

Maroon 5 & Train with Pammie last night! Adam and his beard def didn’t disappoint.

Maroon 5 – If I Fell (The Beatles Cover)
[audio:http://www.mayanrocks.com/blog/Maroon 5 – If I Fell _The Beatles Cover.mp3]

FYI.

The Jakes – Shake My Hand
[audio:http://www.mayanrocks.com/blog/The Jakes – Shake My Hand.mp3]

‘Cause I’m way down deep in the dirt
But oh, baby, I make the best of the hurt
Don’t wait for me
My life ain’t worth your worry

Should I consider it a warning sign that my manager sent me this coupon? I still haven’t decided whether I’m offended or secretly grateful! Ha. In her defense, she met her boyfriend on Match.com.

As much as I hate having to charm my way into free drinks at bars, I just can’t bring myself to meet a guy in a place where 15% off coupons are accepted.

Keane – A Bad Dream
[audio:http://www.mayanrocks.com/blog/Keane – A Bad Dream.mp3]

I wake up, it’s a bad dream, no one on my side
I was fighting, but I just feel too tired to be fighting
Guess I’m not the fighting kind

TOM: Why’d you dance with me?
SUMMER: ‘Cause I wanted to.
TOM: You just do what you want, don’t you?

Padres game and entirely too much beer and sangria swirl margaritas for a Thursday night with Christine, Jessie and Christian. We scored free tickets to the game, but I def paid for it the next day at work! Holy hangover.

The Jakes – Take Me Home
[audio:http://www.mayanrocks.com/blog/The Jakes – Take Me Home.mp3]

Your back is straight
Don’t let hurt curve it that way

I’m a little bit obsessed with this band.

I had Sunday brunch, bloody marys and breakthroughs at The Tractor Room with Jessie, Christine and Pammie, or shall I say “Can’t Commit” Mary, Mama Rosa Mary and The TJ Mary—I’ll let you guess who’s who 😉 I’m The Drunk Clam Mary, obvi.

me: i need a serious eyebrow waxing
pammie: you tell me you need something serious every time i see you
a serious eyebrow waxing
a serious hair cut
a serious cheeseburger
(looks at my eyebrows)
ooh. you DO need a serious eyebrow waxing.
me: seriously, right?

Still recovering from the craziness and amazingness that was Friday night, Christian and I took it easy on Saturday with some hookah, a two-drink limit, and Lucha Libre surf ‘n’ turf.

Gaslamp one weekend, PB the next… Seriously, who am I right now? I’m pretty sure my next stop will be an intervention with my family and friends—I’m not talking about the pool party at the Hard Rock Hotel, either (although at this point, it’s a valid assumption).

I went to work yesterday morning, had happy hour (and a $200 tab according to my bank account!) at JT’s with my coworkers afterward, never made it home or to The Casbah as planned with Jessie last night, and woke up this morning in my coworker’s apartment.

Contrary to the last time I went out with all my work friends (AKA my manager’s drunken birthday disaster of 2008), I’m pretty sure we’ll all still be speaking to each other on Monday! Ha.

Yes, I got Jason Statham confused with Chandler Bing. And yes, this pretty much sums up what the rest of my day at work looked like.

Incubus – Promises, Promises
[audio:http://www.mayanrocks.com/blog/Incubus – Promises Promises.mp3]

Now you see me, now you don’t
Oh, how well you disappear
What are you running from
And may I interfere

This is me every day at work around 4pm.

Shi: I like this new Salvador film for the Hipstamatic app
me: (looking at her iPhone) Ooh. Like Salvador Dali.
Shi: Who?
me: Salvador Dali. The artist? That’s his mustache.
Shi: I don’t know who that is… I thought it was a bathing suit top!

Killing me, smalls.

I usually avoid the Gaslamp at all costs, but I found myself there two nights in a row with Christian and his friends this past weekend. I don’t even know who I am right now, but I’ve been full of surprises lately.

Meet KG, a marketing intern at work and my new desktop background (courtesy of my intern, Angela).

I told him that my shitty office chair made my back hurt, and he said, “Sit up straight. Like my mom used to tell me, ‘Tits to the wind!'”

He’s quickly replacing Christian as my favorite intern (sorry, Ang! Ha!).

The only way this kid could be any cuter is if I had somehow gotten involved 😉

I finally got to meet my new best friend today! I was planning on visiting him yesterday, but my mom got sick and was rushed to the hospital. She’s still there and not doing any better, so I hope you all send some good juju our way…

…and so he was.

Welcome to the world, Baby Darien! ♥

Around this time last year, I was at Chel’s bachelorette party getting tequila licked off my chest, and today she’s a new mommy. Life moves so quickly around here.

Come over here with your heart
And I will love your heart with mine

I don’t know what a plage is, but I want to go to there.

Drinks at The Waterfront with Christine, Jessie & Christian
+ more wine with Christine at Christian’s
= me waking up face down on my bathroom floor

Or… Sunday morning as I like to call it.

Clouds part
Just to give us a little sun
There’s a limit to your love

A Fine Frenzy – Ashes & Wine
[audio:http://www.mayanrocks.com/blog/A Fine Frenzy – Ashes And Wine.mp3]

Is there a chance
A fragment of light at the end of the tunnel
A reason to fight

I received Belle’s thank you card in the mail today for my baby shower gift, and she said the Miles print I made for their baby room was her “absolute fave gift of all.”

I’m not gonna lie… my gift was pretty fucking sweet.

After hours of sunshine and margaritas at the SD Oyster Fest on Saturday, Jessie and I continued the party at Las Hadas, El Camino and Starlite with Christine and Sher.

Day drinking always sounds like a good idea until it’s past midnight and you’re still drinking.

What can I say, I’m a popular girl.

I’m learning so many new things about our marketing intern, Christian. Ha!

What do YOU run for???

Christine and Jessie asked me to design this running shirt for their summer training program, and this is the first of hopefully many in a series:

Coincidentally, these are also my reasons for waking up in the morning.

The San Diego County Del Mar Fair is back in town!

The girls and I enjoyed some bacon donuts and Bruno Mars before heading back down to see Mayer Hawthorne spin at El Camino (where Jessie got me drunk enough to rap about ass and titties).

I don’t know what I love more—that Shi thought The Script was a font and not a band, or that my friends all know about my love affair with typography.

Happy birthday, Skokie!

Since Arlene is vacationing in Cabo this week, I thought I’d be able to take a vacation from working out. Apparently, I was wrong. Thanks Shi and Christine for keeping me motivated and making me run up and down this damn mountain! The view from the top was worth it.

Quote of the day:

Maybe we shouldn’t be making decisions to do things like this when we’ve been drinking for 5 hours prior.

Bring your face closer to mine.

After an exhausting day of marathon running and sign holding, Jessie, Christine, and I hit up FM 94/9‘s Independence Jam in Oceanside and enjoyed some music and beer at the beach!

Band of Skulls – Light of the Morning
[audio:http://www.mayanrocks.com/blog/Band of Skulls – Light of the Morning.mp3]

This message from Christine made it worth getting up butt early on a Sunday to support my friends at the Rock ‘n’ Roll marathon:

Thank you sooooooo much for coming out! I love love loved the sign! I seriously was about to start crying afterwards! It made such a difference in the race today just to see you out there. You seriously helped me through it, I saw you right when I was exhausted and in pain and was like, “I can’t stop running, Mayan woke up early and got out here before she even normally goes to work!”

I’m so proud of you guys!

BRB dying.

After conquering the pink card, I like to go home and reward myself by watching The Voice on mute and staring at Adam Levine’s delicious beard.

Shi posted this picture of us inhaling Tropical Shave Ice on Facebook, and as a result, Arlene has threatened us with the PINK card at tomorrow night’s circuit training session… the same pink card that made me throw up (three times!) the first day I did it.

I didn’t even put any toppings on my shave ice!!!

Not on my first one anyway…

Lobsta Truck lobster roll? Check. KalbiQ spicy pork fries? Check. Lee’s Philly surf & turf cheese steak? Check. Tropical Shave Ice? Check. Stretchy pants? Check.

After Boomers’ Food Trucks & Fun event last night, I’m pretty sure I’ll be in a food coma for the next couple of weeks (at least until the Del Mar Fair opens).

I may or may not have thrust my fist into the air in a silent cheer when I got the text message saying that our workout was canceled tonight.

This morning, I woke up at an unholy hour to do the Navy Bay Bridge Run/Walk with the girls. Jessie and Christine had their long run yesterday in preparation for the Rock ‘n’ Roll Marathon next month, so they rested their stems and strolled the 5k with us. I realized that this would be my only opportunity in life to beat their time, so I sprinted past them just as we were crossing the finish line! Ha 😉

Afterward, we walked another mile to The Mission for breakfast brunch lunch (the wait was 90 minutes!) where I tried some delicious soy chorizo. Who knew that fake Mexican sausage could rock my world?

I had dinner and drinks at Craft and Commerce with four of my faves last night… four and a half if you count Chel’s 32-week belly! Is it weird that it wasn’t the first time this week that I hit up a bar with one of my preggo friends? I had drinks with Belle at Cottonwood Golf Club after work the other day. The bartender poured me another double vodka cranberry to-go before we made our way next door to a dry charity event for some silent auction action and complimentary noms from Outback.

We’re a couple of classy broads.

This week, the girls and I kicked off our summer of music with Lauryn Hill at Humphrey’s by the Bay! Then Errol and Aimee gave me their extra VIP tickets to Channel 933’s Summer Kickoff because they know I love free booze, free food, free concerts, and most importantly, that young chico Pitbull 😉

Can’t wait for these upcoming shows:

• 5/28: Prince @ The Forum
• 5/29: Glee @ Valley View Casino Center
• 6/5: FM 94/9 Independence Jam @ Oceanside Pier
• 6/6: Adele @ The Greek
• 6/11: Mayer Hawthorne / Bruno Mars @ Del Mar Fair
• 6/22: Neon Trees @ Del Mar Fair
• 6/28: Musiq @ Belly Up
• 7/8: Rocky Votolato @ The Casbah
• 7/22: Maroon 5 @ Cricket Wireless
• 8/12-8/14: Outside Lands Festival @ Golden Gate Park
• 8/16: Death Cab For Cutie @ UCSD Rimac Arena

I’m kind of a concert whore.

In related news, Jesse is officially forgiven for writing this love note on my car:

I’ve read your entire blog from beginning to end and it made me laugh, cry and everything in between. When I was reading I kept thinking, you’re so honest and you’re not afraid to say what you feel. If I ever bump into you on the streets of SD I would totally give you a big hug and say, Thank you!

Holy balls! Beginning to end??? When I started this blog in 2003, all I talked about was concerts, food and my boyfriend. 8 years later, I’m still blogging about concerts, food and my (now ex) boyfriends! Some things never change…

I feel like I lead a different life on the interwebs, because IRL I’m not this candid. Here, I’m not afraid to admit that I still think about you without feeling like a total idiot… Maybe you’ll read it, but most likely you won’t. It’s easier to say these things when you think that no one is listening.

If you were able to identify with anything I’ve written these past 8 years, then I’m glad you found my blog 🙂

The Warblers – Somewhere Only We Know (Keane Cover)
[audio:http://www.mayanrocks.com/blog/Glee – Somewhere Only We Know.mp3]

And if you have a minute why don’t we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know
This could be the end of everything
So why don’t we go somewhere only we know

dispel, v.
It was the way you said, “I have something to tell you.” I could feel the magic drain from the room.

True story.

Run Into Flowers:

Mayan made these delicious chocolate chip cookies with an oreo cookie inside. Ummm sham wow! I’d have to say that her cookies beat the #1 cookies in San Diego, Uncle Biff’s Cookies.

Don’t say @DearMare didn’t warn you 😉

8 weeks, 1200 calories/day, 2 workouts/day, 42 pounds lost and $407 gained, bitches!

Ladies, you’re doing yourself a serious disservice if you think that a man can ever beat you in anything. Who cares whether or not they lose weight faster than you? Work harder, and show them that there’s nothing a man can do that a woman can’t do better, backwards and in high heels. TWICE!

Once this @MindzAlike #BLC ends this Sunday, I’m going to stuff myself with meat.

And then I’m going to eat at these restaurants:

1. Crab Hut – Full house/medium shrimp will be my VICTORY meal (yeah, I said it!)
2. Pizza Port – Meet Extreme Meat pizza and a beer
3. Hodad’s – Bacon Cheeseburger Basket (my #1 craving these past 8 weeks)
4. Sarita’s – Carne asada fries from my favorite taco shop in the valley
5. Phil’s BBQ – Beefy Rib Tickler
6. Shik Do Rak – AYCE KBBQ that’s worth driving up to the OC for

One restaurant a week, of course. I’m still trying to get bikini tankini ready by summer!

I’m still sick, so I’m lying in bed with tissues lodged up my left nostril, coughing up my insides and watching this video of Paul Walker on repeat.

Boys, try not to fall in love with me.

Another weekend, another baby shower… Chel is clearly my favorite preggo ♥

I’ve been fighting a cold since Monday, and the only cure is more concerts! Every weekend in June is now officially booked. FM/949 Independence Jam, Adele, Neon Trees, Mayer Hawthorne/Bruno Mars, Del Mar Fair, Vegas… Is it summer yet???

I’ve been training my entire life for this.

Update 4/25/2011: This event has been CANCELED 🙁 The light at the end of the tunnel just got dimmer.

Update 4/28/2011: Boomers is having a Food Trucks & Fun event from Friday 5/20 to Sunday 5/22 with over 20 gourmet food trucks from SD/LA!

Sometimes I like to go all out and have another Asian hook up my toes.

Yesterday, I had some QT and a much needed pedi with the bestie and her mini-me before meeting up with the girls for some late night sushi and laughs.

Can every day be like this?

At Alicia’s dirty thirty last night, I realized that A) I should just automatically assume that every guy who pursues me is in a relationship (as my ongoing track record suggests) and B) maybe I shouldn’t have worn leggings. I can’t even tell you how many people grabbed my ass! I went home alone last night and I’m not gonna lie, I feel pretty good about not having to take a shame shower. I don’t care how hot you are (or how drunk I am), some guys just aren’t worth the trouble… I may have woken up this morning with dollar bills in my bra and a serious hangover, but at least I still had my dignity!

This must be how Reese Witherspoon felt in Pleasantville when she started reading books and stopped being such a whore.

Going to Chez Nous and not getting a spicy chicken melt is like going to Outback and not getting steak. Today, I did both.

My coworker’s husband brought me a fruit salad for lunch instead of my usual spicy chicken melt, and for a delicious second, I thought that the nectarine strips were fries. After work, I went to Outback for Alicia’s birthday dinner and ate grilled fish while everyone (including the 7-year-old sitting next to me) ate steak.

I don’t even know who I am anymore.

I just won another baby gift for my favorite mommy-to-be, Chel!

Last week, I won Cloud B’s Sleep Sheep Giveaway, and this weekend I won A Nation of Moms’ Bumbo Seat and Play Tray Giveaway!

I should really start entering contests for myself. Mama needs a new KitchenAid Stand Mixer.

I’m going to Vegas this weekend, and one of the outfits I packed was my gym clothes. What has my life come to? I’m crazy competitive, and I won’t let one weekend in Vegas ruin my #1 status in this @MindzAlike #BLC.

I will eat your babies, bitch! And I’ll lose weight doing it, too 😉

Monster Ball with the bestie last night! Gaga is one crazy ass bitch, and I love her for it. Yes, I’m a little monster, and I’ll be one until she shanks someone dear to my heart. What of it?

Lady Gaga – No Way
[audio:http://www.mayanrocks.com/blog/Lady%20Gaga-No%20Way.mp3]

HENRY: I didn’t want to tell you, because as long as you didn’t know, there was still… I don’t know… some fantasy where you and I could be together.
BETTY: Sometimes we want things to be different. We think maybe if we pretend that they are… fool people… that’s enough. But it never is.

I have a habit of getting addicted to shows after they’ve already been canceled. And I hate when they say, “To be continued…” at the end of an episode, because even when it’s past my bedtime, I have to continue.

Today was especially rough.

I was sitting here after my workout, watching Unwrapped: Sandwiches on the Food Network (torture, I know). They featured the Grilled Cheese Invitational in LA, and I decided that this event would be well deserved after the @MindzAlike #BLC was over. I googled it, and of course it’s happening the weekend before this BLC ends! Boo whore. That would have been the ultimate celebratory meal.

Five weeks left, and I’m on top with over 20 pounds lost. Those delicious grilled cheese sandwiches will just have to wait till next year…

Winning is sort of my thing.

I won tickets to Ellen’s 12 Days of Giveaways show. I won Glee’s Karaoke Revolution Wii game on Twitter. I won a Linkin Park tour poster and guitar pick in a Foursquare contest I wasn’t even aware I was participating in (and they accidentally sent me my prize twice!). I joined my friend Alicia’s Survivor pool and won, even though I’ve never watched an episode of Survivor in my life. And I literally sweated my ass off and won my company’s #BLC!

Since my favorite preggo, Chel, is expecting her firstborn, I thought I would use my good luck to win stuff for her and the baby. I entered a bunch of baby contests, and today I won a Sleep Sheep and Sleep Sheep On The Go from Cloud B! It’s supposed to help even the fussiest babies fall asleep… I’m sure it’ll be put to good use while mommy and I enjoy a cocktail 😉

As a result of my second workout today, not only did I unlock Foursquare’s Gym Rat badge, but I also received an eyeful of some lady’s bearded clam! Yikes.

If you’re going to unleash your cat in the ladies locker room, can you at least have the decency to groom it?

So inconsiderate.

Me: they’re in for a serious rude awakening at the weigh-in tomorrow
Pammie: they’re gonna rue the day they met us bitches! rue!

Between the two of us, Pammie and I have lost over 25* pounds in this @MindzAlike #BLC so far! We don’t fuck around.

Six weeks to catch up, suckas.

*Update – 3/20/2011: 30 pounds now 😉 What a difference a two-a-day can make…

I haven’t had a vacation in… what year is it now?

My Hawaii trip with the girls was before Chel got married, before Pammie bought a condo in the OC, before Shi was the maid of honor in three different weddings, and before I sold my soul to the company I work for. I only have ten months left till my dirty thirty, and I’d like to live a little before I start extreme couponing for Olay Regenerist. Just kidding. I’m Asian—I fully intend to look like I’m twenty-something well into my forties.

With two new graphic design interns starting this month, I think I might be able to take an actual vacation this summer. And maybe I’ll even be bikini-ready by then! Okay, maybe just tankini-ready… let’s not write checks my body can’t cash.

Anthony: crab hut tomorrow?
Me: i can’t 🙁 i have a weigh-in this weekend.
Anthony: let me know when this contest that appears to be ruining your life is over and we can go to crab hut. i mean, i can only go there in the company of celebs, such as those who have their pic on the wall.

The fact that I’m willing to risk my Crab Hut mayorship and dukedom alone should strike fear in the eyes of my fellow @MindzAlike #BLC participants.

Oh, Starbucks… you and your complimentary mini cupcakes can’t break me. I’ll stick to my zero calorie iced green tea with two splendas, thank you very much.

Between going to the gym at an ungodly hour, working 9-5, and circuit training with Arlene after work, I barely have enough time and energy to take a shower and do some light internet stalking before I cry myself to sleep at night out of hunger.

This pretty much sums up the next seven weeks of my life. FML.

Marion, I just stumbled upon your blog last night and spent hours reading all of your past entries up to 2007. I just couldn’t stop! You’re so incredibly witty. I’m sorry if I come off like a creepster, but I just thought that I would let you know that your blog brings a smile to my face.

Thanks, Min! 🙂 I read on your blog that your dog smells distinctly like Fritos, and I was just telling Rocky last night that he smelled like corn chips (a sign we were meant to cross paths, obvi).

Ohhh, so this is what 6am looks like.

I just want to put Chachi in my pocket and keep her forever.

I’m not gonna lie—my ass is pretty crucial.

My friend Rome once told me that I had an onion booty, and if he bit it, he would cry.

It’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.