How to drink at a New Year’s Eve party

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For New Year, a work friend invited me to a New Year’s Eve Celebration at a hotel nearby.  It is a semi-formal event, it will start with a cocktail reception followed by a dinner, and later on an early continental breakfast.  The best part: there is an OPEN BAR!!!!!

I used to drink a lot during my college years, but I have reduced my consumption considerably.  This whole year, I have had alcohol twice.  Once because I was the last minute + 1 of a friend a wedding, the other because my best-friend was in town.  Now that my tolerance to alcohol has decreased, I need to find a way to drink enough to give me courage to dance, but not so much that I need to call a cab.  Therefore, I have come up with a plan(s).

Plan A

  • I can have three drinks: one during the cocktail, one during dinner, and the last one when the New Year starts.  It is a really save plan, but why should I pay such extravaganza price for the party, it I will drinking be very moderately.

 

Crossing out Plan A and writing Plan B on a blackboard.

Crossing out Plan A and writing Plan B!

  • According to my boyfriend, I should stick to one kind of drinks. For example, have wine only.  It is a easy, simple to follow plan.  However, it is not original, the main benefit of an open bar is that I get to sample many drinks.  Just having one is safe but not fun!

 

Plan C

  • Drink until I feel that I should stop. It is a fair plan.  I will sample various concoctions (being fun and festive), I will dance (entertaining the audience), and I will stop drinking so I do not become a burden to my friend (very considerate).  I like that plan.
  • However, I need to say away from drinks that involve more than two different types of alcohol (i.e. Long Island Ice Tea).  I will also need to avoid anything that contains Tequilla. Tequilla is not my friend!

 

I am not sure what plan I will pick, but the last one seems very attractive 🙂   If you drink, please drink responsibly and have a designated driver (who will be sober).  Enjoy the festivities !!!

 

Happy new year

Sharpie Mugs DIY !

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This Christmas, I wanted to give presents to a few of my coworkers.  However, I did not want to spend too much money.  After searching for hours on Pinterest, I found this blog post about sharpie Mugs:

http://dontmindifidoblog.blogspot.com/2014/02/diy-personalized-mugs.html?m=1

I followed the steps (which is an accomplishment for me, I CANNOT follow steps !), and I came up with that . I drew snowmen faces on one side, and the first letter of their name on the opposite side.  I put hot cocoa mix in assortment bags and Voila! I am very proud of myself.  Now, my next project is knitting my boyfriend a scarf for Christmas.

PS: Please do not mind the mess in the second pic =/

 

 

 

I survived my first semester of Grad School

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I just survived my first semester in Grad School. (Whoop Whoop!!!)  It was not as easy as I thought it would be.  I had to balance a full-time job, part-time volunteering, and classes.  On top of that, I wanted to make new friends and be in a happy relationship with my boyfriend.

I am relatively new to the area where I live. I have been there for about 3 years. However, because people in this area know each other for so long, it is hard to break into new groups.  I signed up with the website Meetup.com, and I joined a few groups with similar interests.  I have met a few people that I kept in touch with.

My new acquaintances are not up for the game.  I am a party girl.  I miss clubbing, dancing, drinking , laughing.  I miss my college friends who could go all night dancing with me, and we would stay up talking until sunset.  I miss the sisterhood, the long walks with my roommate to clear my head, and the spontaneous laughs. The new girls are more mellow and laid back.  They are at a different stage of their lives, they cannot go party all night or jump on a plane last minute.  They are great people, but I need the thrill of fresh and crazy new ideas.

On the other hand, I am so busy in my current life, that I would not have time for crazy good plans. It is where my dilemma lies, I want the college life back, however I cannot live this life anymore.  I have too many responsibilities.  I need to work on transitioning out of college life into the life of a young adult.

I live close to my Alma mater.  It also does not help that I live 30 minutes away from the college that I attended for my undergrad studies.  I have one friend who lives on campus and invites me over often.  I feel like I have not really moved out to better things or accomplished anything.  I want the good college life back, yet I want to spread my wings and fly far away and see the world.

In two years, I want to have found a job abroad.  I should finish my studies in two years. In the meantime, I will look for ways to find a position in Mexico, Brazil, Turkey, UK, or Australia (hopefully in my field).

Life is made for living!!!

(mis)-connection

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(mis)-connection

Today I feel very lonely.  I have not had a real talk with a good friend in months.  I chit-chat with coworkers and acquaintances, but it is not the same.  I do not have the same feeling of being understood and having made a connection with someone with these mundane talks.

It all started with me.  After breaking up with one of my best-friend, I decided to give my heart a break to give it time to heal. I choose to be social but to be emotionally unavailable.  I thought the way to get a strong heart was to keep it away from passions that might burn it.  Surely, as the months and years passed, people sensed that I was not willing to let them in my life.  Those who wanted to be friends stayed friends, yet I guarded my heart away from them.

Now, I have come to regret this decision.  People have drifted away, and I feel so lonely.  It is hard and awkward to re-kindle old friendships.  So much has happened since I took the break, and people no longer feel connected to me.  It is too much work for them to befriend me on a deeper level.

However, I am decided. I want friends, I want a support group, I want laughter, I want good memories.

I need to open up to life and trust people again.

The Immigrant: “Don’t Speak English, I” (poem)

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“Don’t Speak English, I”

by Luis Samuel González

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Father told me, “Tell them…”

“I don’t speak English,”

because I understood the world in Spanish.

On a school day morning and acutely shy –ahem, ahem…

while reinventing grammar I told them:

“Don’t speak English, I.”

It was only close to right. I could have just died!

But like an immigrant who would not be defeated,

my courageous little mouth, lips and tongue repeated:

“Jes! Don’t speak English, I.”

 

The Hudson Valley- Dutchess County from my point of view

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I live in NY, not NYC but NY. People call my area upstate NY, but it is in the middle of the state.  The area where I live is rural, and people are a bit stand off-ish.  It is hard to make new friends since most people grew up together and know each other from the womb.  It is an area big into farming (which I support to the best of my abilities).  The landscape is nice specially during spring and fall.  The customer service is nicer than NYC.  One can find a hardwood floor apart for very cheap.  A few restaurants hire Culinary Institute of America (CIA) students in their kitchen, so the food is good.

That being said, I strongly dislike the area.  The people are closed-minded.  Most of the time, they do not want to get outside their comfort zone and experience life differently.  They do not try new cuisines often.  The shows are catered to one particular niche that I do not belong to.  The attractions are rural, which are not in my taste.

I wish I could live in a bigger city, with more choices for venues, attractions, food, shows, concerts etc…. However, no matter how hard I try to find a job in a big city, I fail.

So much has happened since I last Blogged

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It has been more than a year since I blogged. I was getting my strength from my readers and their comments, and when their numbers started decreasing my reason to write went out the door. I will try one last time, and I will stop if I cannot get any pleasure from writing.

Maybe blogging is not for me, or maybe I need to find a better motivation.  Nonetheless, I am trying once again.

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I have found a way around my depression. At first, I just wanted for people to reach out to me and get me out of that hole that depression made me carve.  Lately, I realized that I cannot wait on people, I need to love myself and want to save myself from depressing thoughts.  I need to get up and make my life happen. No one else can do it but me.  That was the first step to become happier.  I am re-learning how to smile.SMILE