A woman once told me that it's better to let the man decide what he wants out of a relationship then pursue it with all his will power...because the woman is always nurturing and ready to make the relationship work. What do you think? Should it be the guy who does the chasing?
Lots of people want to ride with you in the limo, but what you want is
someone who will take the bus with you when the limo breaks down.
~Oprah Winfrey
We show our masks to the world, the masks of stability, strength, independence, courage. The mask is heavy.
Would you be surprised to know that you did more than you even dreamed of doing by now? The road ahead is unknown but I'd imagine the woman writing this same letter 10 years from now will tell you the same good news. You'll be glad to know they're still with you, those great friends you made as a kid. Your chattiness exploded after college, winning you many acquaintances, but your best friends remain the ones you've spent your teenage years with. Of course, you would make good friends still...you value lasting friendships and you draw quality people in easily.
The family expectations are less dramatic than you made it out to be. You didn't disappoint anybody for not going with your gut feeling of never wanting to be a doctor. You'll surprisingly get along with two of your cousins, the ones you argued with constantly as a kid. Well, the arguing hasn't changed but you recognize it's that annoying aspect of unconditional love. You always wanted siblings since you were born an only child so you adopted and now you can't get rid of them. Ha! Mother still worries about your safety but she's accepted your transition to womanhood. You appreciate her much more now than you did then. Shame on you!
Your orderly nature is still in need of a shaking, afterall life cannot fit so neatly into a closet organizer. Speaking of closets, when did you become such a fashion diva?! Oh, I know why, but you'll have to wait to figure it out. And you'll find love. Remember that childhood crush you had on your best friend? It was the most darling feeling...enjoy it while it lasts. Those years of unselfish, uninhibited feelings will teach you much more about love than you'll ever know. So crush away.
Go for what you want but remember that everything happens for a reason. I remember you wanted to go to attend the University of British Columbia. It might have changed your life...but you didn't go...and that's okay because those sliding doors weren't meant to be walked through. When you stayed, you found love...a romance that lasted long enough to teach you that life and love are interconnected. You will know of fulfillment.
Your thoughts of travels will become a reality. Even now, I continue to seek adventures in new places. Your thirst for knowlege, companionship, happiness...and especially food...continues to be quenched every day! You're incredibly lucky! If only I had enough time to write about all the crazy miracles that the heavens above have granted you.
So plan for the next 10 years. You'll blow yourself away when you look back and realize you're capable of doing all that you set out to do. Damn overchiever, you!
My favorite season is Fall -- I'm a September baby -- but there's something so magical about winter that just makes my heart glow. I like winter because I can be perfectly warm inside the house, sipping on my hot chocolate, bundled in a blanket, with a good book in hand...and as soon as I look outside at that gorgeous sun shining through the overcast white silhouette, my heart just admires the subdued beauty of winter. That is to say, I've never really gone through a REAL winter, being as I'm from California. BUT THAT'S ALL ABOUT TO CHANGE!!!
I went to REI yesterday to buy some
thermal underpants...but I have a feeling...cold is just cold...and
there's nothing you can do about it...except make blended alcoholic
drink! Free ice. Yay.
Check out the weather conditions I'll be dealing with in Montreal:
Despite centuries of evolution and feminist movements, society's basic expectations of the ideal woman remain the same. We're supposed to be kick-ass warriors, handle our boardrooms and mascara with the same fierce concentration, and make it home to cook a delicious dinner and keep the home spotless. According to a column I read, the following is a list of traits that a woman should have:
Women should:
Have excellent penmanship. This comes in handy for birthday and Christmas cards, thank you notes, invitations, etc.
Possess enough knowledge of fashion to know how to dress for an occasion.
Be good at decorating (but nothing too frilly).
Balance a checkbook/manage money. (Yes, men expect women to do this
and vice versa. Could be why many people have financial issues and a
good deal of relationships end because of money issues.)
Know how to cook and clean.
Be a good mother.
Be a good caretaker when a loved one is sick.
Pack a lunch every day for him to take to work.
Be able to go to a sports bar and order a beer, but know when he
wants to just go with his friends.
Read a map/be good at getting to places.
Is this list complete? What would you add to / delete from this list?
What is it about meeting someone who seems to be so tailor-made for you that the experience could send your head to the clouds, your feet to walk on water, and your heart to daydreams? You smile, smile, smile. Your heart pounds, pounds, pounds. Your stomach twists, twists, twists. Trembles, shutters, rushes. And against all odds, you think it'll work...if you just try...in a miraculous leap of faith...that you'll risk a little sanity to get what you want.
Twenty-five, All of these mixed emotions, Tangled up in pure confusion, It’s hard to let go of the past, but it seems, Easier as time is moving, Well you said he makes you laugh, And he makes you happy, He sees you smiling back, It is everlasting, And so he’s tailor made for you, With stunning golden hues, And one sweet tone to soothe, Your persistent beating heart it’s just a start, And I, have seen you everyday, You’ve never been like this before, He’s tailor made, tailor, tailor made, So let go all of these mixed emotions, Forget all your hesitations, Together entwined inside this feeling, Feet off the ground, head hits ceiling, Then he whispered in your ear, He’s absolutely falling, The words he said are clear, So don’t insist on stalling Because he’s tailor made for you, With stunning golden hues, And one sweet tone to soothe, Your persistent beating heart it’s just a start, And I, have seen you everyday, You’ve never been like this before, He’s tailor made, Oh sister, don’t be troubled, Oh sister, please be calm, Cause this isn’t, what you’re used to, at all, He’s tailor made for you, With stunning golden hues, And one sweet tone to soothe, Your persistent beating heart it’s just a start, And I, have seen you everyday, You’ve never been like this before, He’s tailor made, tailor, tailor made.
"The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars..." - Jack Kerouac
There are no interesting things, only uninterested people. Only good people who are thirsty for life allowed beyond this point. It's a new year, clean slate! Now, go out there and live like there is no tomorrow.
Hope everyone had a wonderful New Years Eve! My New Years Eve was awesome! I spent it with my cousin and friends in San Francisco. Honestly, I didn't know what to think during the countdown. Was it a good year, bad year? Who knows, who cares. I just remember a lot has happened in 2007 and when it comes down to it -- in the end, at that instant -- I was smiling wide and hugging good friends. So heck, I'm happy.
I'm going to Montreal in TWO WEEKS!!! Woohoo! This will be my first time in REALLY COLD
weather. Omari teased me for being such a Cali girl...he hopes that it'll snow at least one day while I'm there just so I'll know what a real winter is like. I wouldn't be surprised if I come home missing a finger/toe or
an ear due to frost bite / hypothermia. LOL
What else is on my social calendar this month? Everything's happening so fast...lemme see...Yen's birthday party is next weekend. I gotta clown on her. You got any good practical jokes I can borrow?
Nancy Le got me addicted to the Colbie Caillat CD. *humming at work*
I've been thinking that I've forgotten how to love, but I'm still hopeful that I can learn to love again. I'm talking about the romantic kind, not the other types of love for friends and family or just people in general. Perhaps it's that I cannot forget how to love, since it's a trait that we all possess, but that I can forget how to show my love. With each heartbreak, each broken trust, each trial and tribulation....I learn to hide my ability to love in order to protect my heart from being taken advantaged of again. My nature is to be kind and to show kindness in subtle (and sometimes blatant) ways. If I love you, you will know it.
What I do miss is the innocent puppy love that one can experience, especially when one is young and overly optimistic. Children have that kind of "love is blind" attitude. It's irresistable.
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