NY ♥ NY

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Yes, I am guilty of neglecting my blog.  Even my dad asked me why I haven’t posted in a while (Sorry, Dad!)  But I have a (kind of) good reason (in addition to midterms, papers, and work):

My 21st Birthday!

Since WordPress absolutely never lets me embed non-YouTube videos, this Stereogum premiere of Beirut’s “La LLorona” (“the weeping woman” in Spanish) will have to suffice. Thanks to Tom (@wingedfeetxc) for tweeting it.

I never thought I would say this, but, my parents have party photos on the internet.  On thaicommunity.org, to be specific.  I’m not sure if they will make me take this post down, so enjoy these precious New Year’s Eve pictures while you can.

Aww.

Like daughter, like mother?

Pardon the awkward facial expression. It's a bad angle for me.

Happy New Year’s Eve!  I’ll be partying with friends tonight in NYC (New Year…City?) -not in Times Square- before flying to Ohio tomorrow afternoon to visit Max for several days.  Be happy and safe,  7 hours and counting until 2009 (well, on the East Coast)!

This is what I'm avoiding tonight. Are those the Gilmore Girls?

Remember your oh-so-colorful, shout-out-heavy, emoticon-riddled tweenage AIM profile?  It’s all the way up there on the Awkward-Phase-of-Life list, right above your 4th grade email address that you may/may not still use for junk mail purposes.  Though you’d probably rather forget, here’s a nice reminder of the way things were (before Facebook and Myspace):

And, for the record, this profile isn’t nearly as cringe-worthy as mine used to be.  Oh, the horror.

Trina was my first best friend.  From the moment she moved into the house across the street, we were inseparable.  We watched Clueless religiously and reenacted Mary Kate & Ashley Olsen videos (which would probably explain why we called ourselves twins and spoke in unison: “Hey! You said what I said!”). We listened to Jock Jams in her mom’s (Bonnie’s) car with the windows down and consistently begged to have sleepovers whenever one of us had to go home.  Though Trina was my opposite in so many ways – I was quiet and reserved while she was outgoing and spunky – I can recognize her playful, loving personality in mine today.  It has been three years since she passed but everyday I am grateful that we grew up together, sharing with each other our childhood, our families, and the last three letters of our first names.

Assaulting Trina with affection at my 6th birthday party.