so a couple of weeks ago, walter found me this great deal on slickdeals to buy 10 victoria's secret panties for only $25! that is a huge deal compared to the usual 5 for $25 crap they try to feed us. but anyway, as i browsed the site and put things into my shopping cart, i discovered that some of the panties i ordered were backordered and wouldn't be shipped until later.
at first, i was kinda bummed out. i wanted to get all 10 panties at once and not piece-meal. but in the end, i decided it was better to have 10 panties i really like at a slower rate, rather than 10 mediocre panties at a fast rate.
but i must say - it has changed my perspective! every few days now, i receive a new package from victoria's secret holding 1 or 2 panties in each bag! and honestly, it feels like hannukah! (granted, i've never celebrated hannukah, but this is how i imagine it would be!) what an ingenius idea! RECEIVING PRESENTS -- ELONGATED!!! who doesn't love receiving presents? and if u can get them every few days? isn't that soooo much fun?? =D
now, every time i see that beautiful email so eloquently titled "shipment confirmation" light up in my inbox, i get filled with joy! it means another package is coming! another goodie full of happiness is "confirmed" to "ship" to my attention! how amazing!!
u know, my love language is gift giving, and personally, i like receiving gifts too. sadly tho, growing up in a poor family, i rarely received presents. (christmas, birthdays, graduations - nada) so i never really got to enjoy my own love language. but u know, buying these panties, and receiving them one by one in the mail, has been such a huge joy and blessing for me. it gives me something to look forward to, and hope of knowing that another joy is on its way. what an awesome way to perceive life, no?
i received 2 more today. i only have 3 more panties left to be shipped. thank goodness walter bought me a random gift and i have that to look forward to as well. haha. this reminds of me of how my roommates think i'm crazy for getting so many catalogs in the mail. honestly - i like receiving mail! why? it makes me feel special! hey - a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do to bring a little fun into her life.
so, in conclusion, i really encourage you guys to not lump all of your joy into one big bundle. it's so much more fun and literally life-changing when you enjoy small gifts in your daily life. it truly feels like christmas every day! =D
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Monday, October 12, 2009
nap time
man, i almost failed my own experiment.
after walter and i stuffed ourselves silly with homemade kalbi (made by my mom, but perfectly fried by me! haha, i need to give myself SOME credit!) i started feeling super drowsy. walter started watching monday night football, and i began to fall asleep all snuggly in my blanket on the couch.
man... i forgot how much i love naps. i'm a pretty disciplined girl, and i don't allow myself to nap b/c it throws off my sleep schedule, but tonight, as i napped quietly and unplanned, i remembered the gloriousness of letting fatigue and relaxation take over.
remember when naps used to be a part of life? haha. i remember in college, naps were just scheduled into my daily itinerary. wake up at 10am to go to class. go to class, eat lunch with friends, come back to my dorm to take a little nap, wake up, get some dinner, go to practice, study at the library, do more hw/hang out with friends til 3am, then go to bed. without those naps, i'd never be able to stay up late to write papers and have girltalk to all hours of the night. ahh, i miss those days.
u know, in kindergarten, i was never able to fall asleep during naptime. i would just lay there on my mat jealously listening to the sleep sounds of all the other kids. finally, just when i'd start to get a little drowsy, nap time would be over, and i'd have to fold up my mat and get back to regular time. man, we had it good back then. then again, isn't that what europe does? universal siesta time?
haha. i dunno, i think i'm just too tired to write a coherent blog tonight. i almost just went to bed without blogging, but i forced myself to write at least something. sorry if you were terribly bored. =) i guess i learned a little bit about myself tonight through my unexpected nap. i never let myself get loose, or rather, i rarely let myself not be put together. and honestly, it's exhausting! but tonight, when i let go of my self-control, i felt the freedom of sleep, and the light yolk of not bearing my "perfect" self on my shoulders. it felt good - relief - to unbutton the stuffy collar shirt of life, and wear the loose, comfy t-shirt of indulgence.
goodnight world! it's time for bed for this little one! =)
after walter and i stuffed ourselves silly with homemade kalbi (made by my mom, but perfectly fried by me! haha, i need to give myself SOME credit!) i started feeling super drowsy. walter started watching monday night football, and i began to fall asleep all snuggly in my blanket on the couch.
man... i forgot how much i love naps. i'm a pretty disciplined girl, and i don't allow myself to nap b/c it throws off my sleep schedule, but tonight, as i napped quietly and unplanned, i remembered the gloriousness of letting fatigue and relaxation take over.
remember when naps used to be a part of life? haha. i remember in college, naps were just scheduled into my daily itinerary. wake up at 10am to go to class. go to class, eat lunch with friends, come back to my dorm to take a little nap, wake up, get some dinner, go to practice, study at the library, do more hw/hang out with friends til 3am, then go to bed. without those naps, i'd never be able to stay up late to write papers and have girltalk to all hours of the night. ahh, i miss those days.
u know, in kindergarten, i was never able to fall asleep during naptime. i would just lay there on my mat jealously listening to the sleep sounds of all the other kids. finally, just when i'd start to get a little drowsy, nap time would be over, and i'd have to fold up my mat and get back to regular time. man, we had it good back then. then again, isn't that what europe does? universal siesta time?
haha. i dunno, i think i'm just too tired to write a coherent blog tonight. i almost just went to bed without blogging, but i forced myself to write at least something. sorry if you were terribly bored. =) i guess i learned a little bit about myself tonight through my unexpected nap. i never let myself get loose, or rather, i rarely let myself not be put together. and honestly, it's exhausting! but tonight, when i let go of my self-control, i felt the freedom of sleep, and the light yolk of not bearing my "perfect" self on my shoulders. it felt good - relief - to unbutton the stuffy collar shirt of life, and wear the loose, comfy t-shirt of indulgence.
goodnight world! it's time for bed for this little one! =)
Sunday, October 11, 2009
a new experiment
just for this week, i am going to try out an experiment. i would like to see if i can write an entry every single day of this week. why? i'm not sure why... just felt compelled to. i haven't flexed my blog writing muscles in a while, and i'm hoping they haven't atrophied. despite my busy schedule, and how i'm always pooped, i'm gonna try to see what happens if i do blog everyday. will it be life changing? maybe. will i have fun? quite possibly. will i fail? hopefully not. but still, i'm gonna try. =) i hope you guys stick it through with me too! (and maybe root for me while you're at it?)
so anyhoo, today, after church, i had to go home to nj to celebrate my brother-in-law's birthday. for some reason, my dad was in a really lecture-y mood and couldn't stop telling everyone how to improve their lives.
my lecture was about how i don't eat enough fruit. now, i grew up eating fruit everyday. every night, at like 10pm, my parents would call me down to the living room to eat some fruit with them, and then i'd either go back to what i was doing, or go to bed. but once i started living on my own, i stopped eating fruit everyday. it was weird to not have fruit served to me on a daily basis - just ready to eat on a plate. if my mom or someone else didn't do it, then i would not eat any fruit!
i'm ashamed to admit why... but here goes: I CAN'T CUT FRUIT. (i.e. apples, peaches, cantaloupe, etc.- all non-pop-it-in-your-mouth fruit)
i'm terrible with a knife. i'm just terrified of accidentally cutting off my thumb, or sliding across the skin of the fruit and serrating my top layer of skin, or even getting my own blood on the fruit.
i've tried to practice getting better at this. but sadly, all my apples turn brown (from time), warm (from my hands AND time), and salty (from my hands). hahaha. sorry if i just made u vomit.
but yeah, i don't really eat fruit anymore b/c it's so much labor and time to actually cut up the fruit, and i'm allergic to most fruit skins, so i have to cut it off - which i don't have the patience to do. thus - no fruit for mia.
i truly fear the day when i am engaged or married, and my mother-in-law is going to scrutinize my fruit cutting techniques, or worse, think i'm a terrible wife b/c i won't be able to cut my husband beautifully shaped fruit. ahhh! what to do?
my dad made me promise to eat more fruit from now on. i guess i'll try again, and i'll try to work on my fruit cutting skills. but man, i have to tell u, it really makes me sad when boys are better at cutting fruit than i am. it just puts me to shame.
check out these apples walter once cut for me in the shape of rabbits. man... that is talent.
Question to my audience:
ladies! how did you learn to cut fruit? please help a poor, pathetic girl out!
guys! do you really care if your woman can cut fruit nicely?
everyone! how do you get yourself to eat more fruit on a daily basis?
oyy, i bought 3 fuji apples like 3 weeks ago. i hope to try to eat them all this week. i'll keep you updated! =D
so anyhoo, today, after church, i had to go home to nj to celebrate my brother-in-law's birthday. for some reason, my dad was in a really lecture-y mood and couldn't stop telling everyone how to improve their lives.
my lecture was about how i don't eat enough fruit. now, i grew up eating fruit everyday. every night, at like 10pm, my parents would call me down to the living room to eat some fruit with them, and then i'd either go back to what i was doing, or go to bed. but once i started living on my own, i stopped eating fruit everyday. it was weird to not have fruit served to me on a daily basis - just ready to eat on a plate. if my mom or someone else didn't do it, then i would not eat any fruit!
i'm ashamed to admit why... but here goes: I CAN'T CUT FRUIT. (i.e. apples, peaches, cantaloupe, etc.- all non-pop-it-in-your-mouth fruit)
i'm terrible with a knife. i'm just terrified of accidentally cutting off my thumb, or sliding across the skin of the fruit and serrating my top layer of skin, or even getting my own blood on the fruit.
i've tried to practice getting better at this. but sadly, all my apples turn brown (from time), warm (from my hands AND time), and salty (from my hands). hahaha. sorry if i just made u vomit.
but yeah, i don't really eat fruit anymore b/c it's so much labor and time to actually cut up the fruit, and i'm allergic to most fruit skins, so i have to cut it off - which i don't have the patience to do. thus - no fruit for mia.
i truly fear the day when i am engaged or married, and my mother-in-law is going to scrutinize my fruit cutting techniques, or worse, think i'm a terrible wife b/c i won't be able to cut my husband beautifully shaped fruit. ahhh! what to do?
my dad made me promise to eat more fruit from now on. i guess i'll try again, and i'll try to work on my fruit cutting skills. but man, i have to tell u, it really makes me sad when boys are better at cutting fruit than i am. it just puts me to shame.
check out these apples walter once cut for me in the shape of rabbits. man... that is talent.
Question to my audience:
ladies! how did you learn to cut fruit? please help a poor, pathetic girl out!
guys! do you really care if your woman can cut fruit nicely?
everyone! how do you get yourself to eat more fruit on a daily basis?
oyy, i bought 3 fuji apples like 3 weeks ago. i hope to try to eat them all this week. i'll keep you updated! =D
Thursday, August 20, 2009
being a bad girl...
so, over my vacation, one of the things that really sticks out in my head as memorable, was when walter and i watched a movie on sat, and then snuck into another movie afterwards.
i gotta tell ya - it was THRILLING. i was sooooo nervous the whole time we were trying to sneak in. at first, the escalator going from the floor we were on, to go see "the goods, live hard and sell hard" was blocked off with one of those elastic lines. i thought, "oh man, we're never gonna get through this." but then, walter and i just went up to the teenager taking tickets and asked if we could go to the bathroom. i went to the bathroom to complete our lie, and when i exited the bathroom, there was walter, hiding behind the doorway!
we snuck into the auditorium, and put our stuff down. for the entire 15 min we had to wait for the previews to begin, i couldn't stop staring at all the entrances to see if that teenager would wonder why i never came back from the bathroom. what if he came looking for me? what would i say? i could show him my ticket stub, but that said, "julie and julia," NOT "the goods."
when the lights finally dimmed, and the previews began, i felt so victorious! like i had just performed something straight out of ocean's 11. haha. it was pretty awesome! and then, bc the movie was so bad, i was so glad that we didn't pay for it!
afterwards, i asked walter if he felt nervous at all throughout our whole "mission impossible," and he said no. and i wondered why i was so enthralled by it. and i realized that it's bc i've always been a "good girl" my whole life, that i've never really experienced what it's like to be bad.
i've always been the girl who played by the rules. i didn't cheat, i didn't copy my friends' homework, i didn't drink in college, i never tried any drugs. i've only been drunk once in my life- and i think it was tipsy at best.
i gotta tell ya - it felt pretty good to be bad. there's something so blood-rushing about trying not to get caught, and trying to get away with something that you don't deserve. it's like i put on a costume of a different mia, who did wild and crazy things. for once, i was not vanilla - i was phish food.
so i started thinking, how can i make my life this exciting all the time? i don't want to keep doing illegal things, and i generally am not a risk-taker. but u know, through this whole thing, i think what i can take away is that i need to just try new things.
over my vacation, i DID do a lot of new things.
1. i had my first hot stone massage - which btw, the stones are really hot! haha.
2. i tried my first egg sandwich on a croissant, and absolutely LOVED it. it was like paradise in my mouth!! i don't know why i was so nervous to try eating eggs on a croissant!
3, i tried a greek chicken souvlaki for the first time, and it wasn't bad!
4. walter and i walked across the brooklyn bridge for the first time, and it was beautiful and fun.
but alas, on my vacation, i also did NOT do some new things. i went to the beach, but was too scared to try to jump the waves, and now i regret it. i wish i had tried it.
in closing, i encourage u guys to try to do something new as often as u can. at the end of my life, i want lots of memories and not monotony. =)
i gotta tell ya - it was THRILLING. i was sooooo nervous the whole time we were trying to sneak in. at first, the escalator going from the floor we were on, to go see "the goods, live hard and sell hard" was blocked off with one of those elastic lines. i thought, "oh man, we're never gonna get through this." but then, walter and i just went up to the teenager taking tickets and asked if we could go to the bathroom. i went to the bathroom to complete our lie, and when i exited the bathroom, there was walter, hiding behind the doorway!
we snuck into the auditorium, and put our stuff down. for the entire 15 min we had to wait for the previews to begin, i couldn't stop staring at all the entrances to see if that teenager would wonder why i never came back from the bathroom. what if he came looking for me? what would i say? i could show him my ticket stub, but that said, "julie and julia," NOT "the goods."
when the lights finally dimmed, and the previews began, i felt so victorious! like i had just performed something straight out of ocean's 11. haha. it was pretty awesome! and then, bc the movie was so bad, i was so glad that we didn't pay for it!
afterwards, i asked walter if he felt nervous at all throughout our whole "mission impossible," and he said no. and i wondered why i was so enthralled by it. and i realized that it's bc i've always been a "good girl" my whole life, that i've never really experienced what it's like to be bad.
i've always been the girl who played by the rules. i didn't cheat, i didn't copy my friends' homework, i didn't drink in college, i never tried any drugs. i've only been drunk once in my life- and i think it was tipsy at best.
i gotta tell ya - it felt pretty good to be bad. there's something so blood-rushing about trying not to get caught, and trying to get away with something that you don't deserve. it's like i put on a costume of a different mia, who did wild and crazy things. for once, i was not vanilla - i was phish food.
so i started thinking, how can i make my life this exciting all the time? i don't want to keep doing illegal things, and i generally am not a risk-taker. but u know, through this whole thing, i think what i can take away is that i need to just try new things.
over my vacation, i DID do a lot of new things.
1. i had my first hot stone massage - which btw, the stones are really hot! haha.
2. i tried my first egg sandwich on a croissant, and absolutely LOVED it. it was like paradise in my mouth!! i don't know why i was so nervous to try eating eggs on a croissant!
3, i tried a greek chicken souvlaki for the first time, and it wasn't bad!
4. walter and i walked across the brooklyn bridge for the first time, and it was beautiful and fun.
but alas, on my vacation, i also did NOT do some new things. i went to the beach, but was too scared to try to jump the waves, and now i regret it. i wish i had tried it.
in closing, i encourage u guys to try to do something new as often as u can. at the end of my life, i want lots of memories and not monotony. =)
Monday, August 17, 2009
risky business
so i'm just gonna be vulnerable.
a couple of weeks ago, the sermon at church was about how we need to pray "risky prayers." the pastor talked about how so often, we pray these safe prayers of just, "Lord, please be with her... etc" that we never pray the big, risky prayers that believe in how powerful and mighty our God is. the pastor encouraged us to pray things like, "Lord, let the cancer be gone tomorrow!"
so i did what he said. i prayed a really risky prayer. i prayed for something that i desperately need/want to happen, and gave God a very specific timeline to make it happen within. and honestly, for a few weeks, i had a definite peace in my heart with the full faith of knowing it was going to happen.
my heart had begun to feel lighter, my spirit was high, and i felt optimistic for the first time in a while.
this past week was supposed to be when it all happened.
and it didn't. nothing i prayed for came to fruition.
and now i'm left confused. what does this mean? i don't doubt for a second that God is not powerful enough to make it happen. and i understand the whole "God's timing vs our timing" philosophy. but what confuses is me is how the risky prayer plays into all of this. what's the point of praying the risky prayer if God is going to do what He wants on His time anyway? i understand the importance of prayer in general, but i'm starting to wonder if risky prayer is just one big disappointment.
bc that's how i felt sunday night. as the week came to a close, and a new week began, i felt the world back on my shoulders, my spirit was low, and i was a sad girl again.
oddly, the same pastor who preached about this risky prayer sermon, came back this sunday. and i felt like this was my chance to ask him what happened, what went wrong. in the end, he gave me the answer i expected to hear - it wasn't what God wanted for me. i wanted to punch him for getting my hopes up. i wanted to tell him that he should give this sermon with a disclaimer to sign. bc u know what? people like me found hope in it - and now i'm just let down.
ultimately, i am trusting God that He hears my prayers, and He feels his daughter's tears everytime another one rolls down my cheeks and falls onto the floor as i pray. but i have to admit... i feel a little let down.
u know the line from that praise song, "where a little faith's enough - to see mountains lift and move"? it always gets me. i always cry when i sing that one phrase bc it's so hopeful - so encouraging to someone who feels so hopeless. and yet - this time - i couldn't help but wonder if my little faith wasn't able to lift and move this mountain.
a couple of weeks ago, the sermon at church was about how we need to pray "risky prayers." the pastor talked about how so often, we pray these safe prayers of just, "Lord, please be with her... etc" that we never pray the big, risky prayers that believe in how powerful and mighty our God is. the pastor encouraged us to pray things like, "Lord, let the cancer be gone tomorrow!"
so i did what he said. i prayed a really risky prayer. i prayed for something that i desperately need/want to happen, and gave God a very specific timeline to make it happen within. and honestly, for a few weeks, i had a definite peace in my heart with the full faith of knowing it was going to happen.
my heart had begun to feel lighter, my spirit was high, and i felt optimistic for the first time in a while.
this past week was supposed to be when it all happened.
and it didn't. nothing i prayed for came to fruition.
and now i'm left confused. what does this mean? i don't doubt for a second that God is not powerful enough to make it happen. and i understand the whole "God's timing vs our timing" philosophy. but what confuses is me is how the risky prayer plays into all of this. what's the point of praying the risky prayer if God is going to do what He wants on His time anyway? i understand the importance of prayer in general, but i'm starting to wonder if risky prayer is just one big disappointment.
bc that's how i felt sunday night. as the week came to a close, and a new week began, i felt the world back on my shoulders, my spirit was low, and i was a sad girl again.
oddly, the same pastor who preached about this risky prayer sermon, came back this sunday. and i felt like this was my chance to ask him what happened, what went wrong. in the end, he gave me the answer i expected to hear - it wasn't what God wanted for me. i wanted to punch him for getting my hopes up. i wanted to tell him that he should give this sermon with a disclaimer to sign. bc u know what? people like me found hope in it - and now i'm just let down.
ultimately, i am trusting God that He hears my prayers, and He feels his daughter's tears everytime another one rolls down my cheeks and falls onto the floor as i pray. but i have to admit... i feel a little let down.
u know the line from that praise song, "where a little faith's enough - to see mountains lift and move"? it always gets me. i always cry when i sing that one phrase bc it's so hopeful - so encouraging to someone who feels so hopeless. and yet - this time - i couldn't help but wonder if my little faith wasn't able to lift and move this mountain.
Saturday, July 25, 2009
if i were a dog...
you know, every time i go to any store, and i walk down the pet aisle, i always see this dog, and i can't help but think to myself - if i were to come back in life as a dog, i think i would be this dog.
doesn't he look like a very mia-dog? haha. =)
if you were a dog, which one do YOU think you'd be? =)
Monday, July 13, 2009
blogging is not a popularity contest
i haven't blogged since april, and i know exactly why - i felt like i didn't have anything interesting/funny to write about. sadly, my soul was aching to write, but i was afraid of not being entertaining enough.
i realized that this is a silly way to think. blogging shouldn't be about how many comments i can accrue - it should just be the overflow of my thoughts to record my life. if you happen to like what i write, then great! but if not, then that's cool too. so from now on, i am going to write - just write - for myself - and not for being the most well-read blog there is. here comes the vulnerability...
i am currently looking for a new job. while i love the magazines i work for, working under my bosses has become pretty unbearable. i've been thinking a lot about jobs/careers and the whole shabang. we spend so much of our lives pursuing our dreams, and then we get close to it, we start wondering what else is out there.
i used to say that i didn't care about salaries - just as long as i could be happy at what i do, that's what matters. but as i struggle daily with envy, looking around at the people with fat paychecks, with the luxury apts, with the fancy dinners out, i wonder - what's more important to me? apparently, i DO care about the materialistic things of this world.
and so now, as i drown in despair at my job, i realize that there's nothing more important than working with good people. i wouldn't mind working anywhere so long as i am treated with respect. my self-esteem, my perception of who i really am has been chipped away by the words of my bosses. it's taking everything in me to believe that God is the only one who can judge me, and that no one else's opinion of me can define who i am, or what i'm worth. but man- it can really do a number on you.
i don't mean to bum you guys out, but i hope that maybe, months from now, i can reread my entries and be able to say, look at how far God has brought me!
in the meantime, i cling to the hope that our God is bigger than i imagine Him to be, and way more powerful than i can ever hope Him to be - bc i seriously need a miracle to find a new job in this economy.
"i called, You answered. and You came to my rescue and i wanna be where You are."
i realized that this is a silly way to think. blogging shouldn't be about how many comments i can accrue - it should just be the overflow of my thoughts to record my life. if you happen to like what i write, then great! but if not, then that's cool too. so from now on, i am going to write - just write - for myself - and not for being the most well-read blog there is. here comes the vulnerability...
i am currently looking for a new job. while i love the magazines i work for, working under my bosses has become pretty unbearable. i've been thinking a lot about jobs/careers and the whole shabang. we spend so much of our lives pursuing our dreams, and then we get close to it, we start wondering what else is out there.
i used to say that i didn't care about salaries - just as long as i could be happy at what i do, that's what matters. but as i struggle daily with envy, looking around at the people with fat paychecks, with the luxury apts, with the fancy dinners out, i wonder - what's more important to me? apparently, i DO care about the materialistic things of this world.
and so now, as i drown in despair at my job, i realize that there's nothing more important than working with good people. i wouldn't mind working anywhere so long as i am treated with respect. my self-esteem, my perception of who i really am has been chipped away by the words of my bosses. it's taking everything in me to believe that God is the only one who can judge me, and that no one else's opinion of me can define who i am, or what i'm worth. but man- it can really do a number on you.
i don't mean to bum you guys out, but i hope that maybe, months from now, i can reread my entries and be able to say, look at how far God has brought me!
in the meantime, i cling to the hope that our God is bigger than i imagine Him to be, and way more powerful than i can ever hope Him to be - bc i seriously need a miracle to find a new job in this economy.
"i called, You answered. and You came to my rescue and i wanna be where You are."
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