A true love story.........

Once upon a time a there was a  from  and a  from  who studied their  off for the .  While it wasn't the 1600 they both were seeking, both decided to take on the challenges of and go to  .  and are reluctant to talk to each other during the college years ........

Fast forward... both and are in and thanks to a , they !!!!  Only after few they knew they were in . 

While they were not as traditional as they still wanted to keep happy by keeping certain traditions.  So the stressed and stressed and about the right approach to both side's .  With the right combination, both sides said !!!!!!!!

Meanwhile, the   has been taking the to multiple times to find the perfect  with the help of .  After multiple rides, the comes home with the perfect  .  With the from both side's , the must think of a way to . 

The realizes that they both met at and decides to at .  The and convince the that she needs to go to try on for the upcoming (running of the brides).  The is convinced and decides to go to where the is tricked into thinking that the is only there to try on . 

With the help of a the is persuaded to go to where the was setting up a room at the library.  The is convinced to go to to say hello to a only to find the in a room at ready to . 

Upon entering the room, the gets on his  to .  The is in state of and says . 

The moral of the story.  meets at and gets engaged at and finds true .

My Central Park Story:

This weekend, I had an opportunity to exercise with people with disabilities - anything ranging from blindness to chronic seizures.  I thought it'd be a good opportunity to help out and get myself back into shape.  I'm not much of writer due to lazinesschitis, but here ya go.....

10 am: I arrive at the runner club located on 89th st. and umm.. some avenue.  I am wearing shorts, t-shirt, running shoes, and have a backpack with all my valuables.  Side note:  I thought it'd be an indoor gym/track where we would be running in a controlled environment.  I didn't realize we'd be running in central park - granted central park was literally right across the street (I'm still learning NY).

10:15 am:  I ask around for my group and ask where I can leave my backpack.  There are lockers, but I don't have a lock with me, so I just leave it by the window....I feel a bit nervous because my wallet, phone, keys, etc are in there, but I can't run with the bag.

10:30 am: I find the group and follow them to central park where volunteers are getting matched up with the runners on a 1:1 ratio.  The leader asks if anyone can run 6 miles and of course, I do my best to not make eye contact.  Chris (a guy that I talked to during the walk over to central park) volunteers for the 6 mile run...then this other girl volunteers as well... so being a natural follower, I slowly walk over to the group and mumble...'I'm pretty sure I can do the 6 miles'... The three of us get paired up with a lady, Jill, who loves to run, but has chronic seizures.  Jill: "Okay, guys.  I sometimes walk and I stop by every water fountain".  Me (in my head): SCORE!

Note: Following time specs are estimates.

10:35 am: We start running.

10:40 am: First water fountain stop - I am breathing  hard.

10:55 am: Second water fountain stop - I am starting to feel dizzy and full of hatred.  Jill said that she jogs slow and sometimes walks.  All lies.  She's been bragging about her marathon experiences during the 20 minute jog so far.

11:10 am: The girl that joined us drops out because she has knee issues.  At this point we ran about 2 miles.

11:25 am: Water fountain stop - I can't talk anymore.

11:35 am: It appears Chris and Jill are running at a faster pace than we started.  I hate them both.

11:40 am: I scream.  "I can't do this anymore so you guys go ahead".  Maybe nothing came out of my mouth because they go off as if I didn't even exist.

Another side note: It's okay for me to drop out because Chris is still with Jill.  As long as one volunteer is with the runner, it's okay -- thank you, Chris!!

11:41 am: So relieved that I am no longer running.  I estimate about 4 miles of running.

11:42 am: No longer relieved as I just realized that I am 4 miles away from starting point.  I learn that once around central park is 6.2 miles.  So my choices are to go back the way I came (4 miles of walking) or continue going forward and walk about 2 miles.  No brainer.  I choose to be smart and take a short cut by cutting through the park using my spidy senses.  I just needed to go back to 89th street, but I had no idea where I was.

Note: I have nothing on me. No cell phone. No wallet.  No identity.

12:00 pm: I'm actually enjoying the walk through the park.  I periodically stop to watch softball games.  Only if I had my wallet, I'd treat myself to ice cream.

12:30 pm: I estimate that I should be near where I started....89th street.  So I started walking towards the outer portion of the park to see street signs.

12:40 pm: I see street signs.  It's a bit far, but I think I see 125th st.  DARN! Wait... as I get closer, I realize that it's really 85th st.  WOOHOO!  I get on the sidewalk and start walking towards 89th street.  For some reason, this 89th street doesn't look familar.

12:45 pm: I'm at 89th street, but utterly confused because I can't find the runner's club.  Thinking.  Thinking.

12:46 pm: Oh no..... I'm on the wrong side of the park.  How could this have happened?  I want to start crying.

12:47 pm: Crying.

12:48 pm: Still crying.

12:50 pm: I start walking.

1:00 pm: I'm lost in the park now.

1:10 pm: I see a sign for the reservoir!  This is the reservoir that I knew (I ran this reservoir course about a year ago and knew it started on the same side of the 89th st). 

1:11 pm: I realize that this reservoir is about 2 miles long....and of course, I'm on the other side.  I start walking.

1:20 pm: I rest.

1:30 pm: I see the finish line.

1:31 pm: I run to the finish line (the last 100 yds or so)

1:35 pm: 3 hours later, I am at the runners club.

Sunday morning 9:00 am: I am in pain.

There are a lot of things that I do that makes me laugh at myself.  This one was a good one, so I thought I'd share with you all.  This is Here is a map retracing my steps...at least this is how I think I ran the course.  My spidy sense could be off on this one too. 

Red Arrow = Me running

Black Arrow = My spidy sense

Blue Arrow = Finding my way home

New York!  I will be finally moving to NY in January.  NY, here I come!

My friend's daughter.... She's getting big!!!

Not quite sure if it's a girl or a boy at this stage (pink outfit does give it away tho):

She's growing... and looks stoned... kids these days sure do grow up fast:

The things that the baby will do for some crack:

15 months old... and 10 months sober... so freakin cute:

My high school friend's engagement party (the dude in the army uniform)...bride-to-be not in the picture even though he looks like he's about to marry the guy in gray suit:

Joe's Bachelor Party

Boys fishing:

Boys laughing at Stephen because he didn't catch anything:

Boys and Guns:

Joe (yes, he's really getting married even though he looks like he's 7 yrs old):

 Congrats to Angela and Jung......

Look who visited from Korea!

Biking in NY: