Home Sweet Home?
Decided to change my blog site. Click below for updates. This will be my last post on blogger :( , but you can find me on Xanga. :)
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Tuesday, November 08, 2005
New home for my blog
I decided to move my blog to Xanga. Click below for updates.
http://www.xanga.com/uschei
http://www.xanga.com/uschei
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America's Most Wanted
My vacation high is wearing off now and I'm coming down with the post vacation blues. It's the banal reality of my life slowly coming to the forefront. Hmmmmm..... So, for one short week, my issues, insecurities, fears, etc... were suspended in Los Angeles and I could be myself in the Big Apple without all these totally uncool factors hanging over my head. If you throw in some monthly hormones with my post vacation blues, then you got a concoction for a super long day.
Today my mood is a bit "blah" and mellow. I want a jolt of excitement, but constant excitement can also be a curse, I guess. I'm trying to ride out these feelings, but I can't help myself from thinking about the idea of being "wanted". In other words, desired, pursued, prized, etc.... Usually, I carry around the idea that desirability is measured on one's skillz, looks, and so on. In short, things that I fail to measure up to. My internal judge is pretty harsh, and there is no winner to be found. Sometimes this judge goes on vacation, but when she comes back from her trip around the world it's back to work.
Today in particular I'm keen on this thought on being wanted, because I had a brief encounter where I felt like I was of someone's importance and time. It's a nice feeling to experience, especially when it's from the opposite sex. No, correction, it inexplicably feels good when it's by the opposite sex. Maybe I'm getting lonely or something. Don't know what it is, but perhaps this is all natural....ya know.....wanting to be loved and to love. Do you know anyone you can introduce me to? ;)
Today my mood is a bit "blah" and mellow. I want a jolt of excitement, but constant excitement can also be a curse, I guess. I'm trying to ride out these feelings, but I can't help myself from thinking about the idea of being "wanted". In other words, desired, pursued, prized, etc.... Usually, I carry around the idea that desirability is measured on one's skillz, looks, and so on. In short, things that I fail to measure up to. My internal judge is pretty harsh, and there is no winner to be found. Sometimes this judge goes on vacation, but when she comes back from her trip around the world it's back to work.
Today in particular I'm keen on this thought on being wanted, because I had a brief encounter where I felt like I was of someone's importance and time. It's a nice feeling to experience, especially when it's from the opposite sex. No, correction, it inexplicably feels good when it's by the opposite sex. Maybe I'm getting lonely or something. Don't know what it is, but perhaps this is all natural....ya know.....wanting to be loved and to love. Do you know anyone you can introduce me to? ;)
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I Heart the People of New York
I just got back from NYC. I had the best time in the Big Apple. It was one of my favorite vacation spots this year. I've been to New York numerous times, but this trip was different and special for a couple of reasons. One, I'm at a better place in my life where I can allow myself to truly enjoy people, places and things. Two, New York City is an amazing city dripping with culture. Last but not least is the people of New York...more specifically the friends I have in New York.
All the glitz and glam of Time Square, the history of the Statue of Liberty, the yummy eateries, or the culture and beauty of the Metropolitan Museum alone did not make my trip memorable. The true fullness and splendor of my trip came from the friends I spent time with. The older and dare I say more "mature" I get, the more I realize the importance and rarity of good friends. On a densely populated island where millions can encounter the shady and crooked so easily, good people and friends are a true blessing and gift.
The laughter, goofiness, coffee tawks, etc.... that I shared with my friends only reverberated all the goodness that surrounds my life. Usually, I devalue and diminish this gift, because I choose to look at life or the glass half empty. For some reason, I'm finally seeing how my life and glass is half full and becoming fuller because of my True Friend above. Hm, I didn't think I could ever mature, but I guess even the most reluctant Peter Pan wannabe can grow up and see that adulthood is actually pretty sweet.
All the glitz and glam of Time Square, the history of the Statue of Liberty, the yummy eateries, or the culture and beauty of the Metropolitan Museum alone did not make my trip memorable. The true fullness and splendor of my trip came from the friends I spent time with. The older and dare I say more "mature" I get, the more I realize the importance and rarity of good friends. On a densely populated island where millions can encounter the shady and crooked so easily, good people and friends are a true blessing and gift.
The laughter, goofiness, coffee tawks, etc.... that I shared with my friends only reverberated all the goodness that surrounds my life. Usually, I devalue and diminish this gift, because I choose to look at life or the glass half empty. For some reason, I'm finally seeing how my life and glass is half full and becoming fuller because of my True Friend above. Hm, I didn't think I could ever mature, but I guess even the most reluctant Peter Pan wannabe can grow up and see that adulthood is actually pretty sweet.
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