RIP, Gym Shirt, RIP

This is my favorite gym shirt.

It's big and soft and gray.

And, has a hole in the middle somewhere.

But, I forgot to draw that in.

It's also very comfortable to move around in.

Which is why it was my favorite dance shirt, back when I was able to dance.

During one of my sweaty sessions last week, I noticed that I was getting lots of weird looks.

I was puzzled by it, but not too worried, and just smiled back and ignored it.

Until I happened to glance down at myself while I was in push-up position.

My boobs were on full display to everyone across the room.

And, my hot pink sports bra wasn't doing anything to help the situation.

Apparently, the neckline of my big, roomie shirt had gotten even bigger and roomier and I hadn't noticed.

And apparently, I was wearing a sports bra that was the wrong size cause the breasteses were falling out of it.

I might as well have been planking in the nude.

Oops.

Basically, what my shirt looked like.

Versus what I THOUGHT my shirt looked like.

I guess my blood, sweat, and tears are working?

Goodbye, Favorite Gym Shirt.

You are being retired.

RIP.

This happens to everyone, right? Tell me your embarrassing gym/workout stories!

Texts vs. Phone Calls vs. Everything Else

Smartphones are everywhere now.

This is where the technology stands in my family.

Mom:

Why can't people just call on the phone 

instead of sending texts?

Me:

Why can't people send me a text instead of calling me?

And then, there's my Dad.

I left a voicemail and texted.
But there's also WeChat and Line.
Oh, and there's another thing I heard about...(etc.)

No.

No comment.

Lunches at Work

This happens to me every time I finish my lunch at work:

But why is all the food gone?

Every single time.

I don't understand why this happens.

Because I pack my own lunches.

You'd think I'd know how much food I eat.

It's My Birthday!!

Today's Friday the 13th.

That means it's my birthday!

These are my bgirls.

Happy Birthday, Janice!!

A photo posted by @kait_e_k on Nov 11, 2015 at 7:26pm PST

I love them so.

Since I couldn't celebrate with them on the day of (because my family is throwing me a party) or on the weekend (because we're celebrating my cousin's birthday on Saturday...there are a lot of birthdays this time of year in my family), we decided to hang a couple of days before.

We went to karaoke.

What I really wanted to do was bungee-jump.

Because I've decided that this year is going to be my year of terrifying pursuits.

But karaoke seemed the more plausible option to propose to my friends for a get-together.

And, to make it more palatable to me, I suggested Disney karaoke.

But, this is what happened instead:

Bgirls can sing, too. @kait_e_k #talented #karaoke #bgirls #NYC

A video posted by yang janice (@yang.janice) on Nov 11, 2015 at 3:59pm PST

@goody_roc making love to me. With her voice. #karaoke #boyziimen #bgirls #NYC

A video posted by yang janice (@yang.janice) on Nov 11, 2015 at 3:52pm PST

I had a blast.

Then we went out for burgers -- 'cause that's our tradition -- afterwards, where we took approximately 6,982 selfies to try and get one acceptable picture. The evidence is above.

Today, so far, for my birthday, my family has given me:

The task to pick up my own birthday cake after work.

Thanks, Family.

My dad also texted me at 2:50 in the morning.

My sister texted me at 1:23 in the morning.

I am not sure what it says about my fam that they text me birthday wishes when they know I'LL BE ASLEEP.

Granted, my sister is in California. She probably forgot to do the math.

Or, did they want me to wake up pleasantly surprised?

This was the text my dad sent me:

("Precious daughter,
during the quiet, early morning of this long night, I whisper to you:
Happy Birthday!")

To which, I replied:

And, this is what my dad wrote back:

Okay?

Okay, Dad?

Okay.

Haha.

I love my family.

And friends.

I'm a lucky girl.

I come by it honestly.

My mom lives in the apartment below mine.

It's a very, VERY short walk up the stairs from my mom's floor to my floor.

I usually shout down the stairs when I want to talk to my mom.

And she does the same.

We're a very quiet family.

Recently, while I was getting ready to take a shower:

My phone rings.

I was right in the middle of brushing my teeth.

So, I missed it.

After spitting out my toothpaste and rinsing, I look at my call log to return the call:

Mom? Did you just call me from inside the house?!

Yeah, I was too lazy to walk up to tell you to call your sister.

Guys, I come by my laziness honestly.