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Country: United States
State: California
Interests: GOLF, Cooking, dining, orchid collecting and maintenance, rubber stamping, crafts, diving, driving herself insane, making incredibly long "to do" lists.
Expertise: Food, golf, orchids, communication, fashion.
Occupation: Legal
Industry: Art
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1/31/2003
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| My vote for the top reason how you know you are getting old.
It's your birthday. And not only do you not care it's your birthday, but you forget about it entirely because you are just too busy with the demands of your life. Until a friend reminds you your birthday is coming up and you should celebrate, like go OUT for dinner (instead of collapsing on the bed after work and scrounging around for airplane peanuts and passing out) and have an actual reservation for dinner instead of just going around the corner to your neighborhood joint. And while you are on the phone with this kind and thoughtful friend, you find your mind preoccupied with the piles of work on your desk and the bounce line ringing for you (crap it's the [insert big important executive title here, whose extension # you have memorized by now]) and you put off your friend with a brisk "thank you but i'll have to get back to you later" as if it was just another business item you add to your running outlook list. And it takes a full day before you realize how rotten you treated your friend, and you only really realize it because other friends are now asking, en masse, what you'd like to do, where you'd like to go, and what time you can get out of the office and it becomes clear that even brand new friends want an excuse to go out for a birthday party and you just aren't playing the appropriate role of being the "birthday girl" and besides that it would be impossible to get reservations and bodies to the restaurant in a mere 2 hours prior if you don't make a decision asap. For the record, I did apologize to my first friend, who promptly forgave me because she is so fabulous, and I did manage to throw a few things together. It MUST be a sign of aging when you really do just want a massage, glass of wine, hunk of cheese, bowl of fresh berries, and a long uninterrupted sleep as the ultimate birtday experience. Now I understand why growing up my mom would never ever plan a birthday party for herself or for my dad. They were just too busy and we were such a small family it didn't seem too festive just the 3 of us. Anyway, long story short, I ended up having a very fun very adventurous birthday weekend. But I'm still feeling old. And a little bit single. Just a little little bit.
So what did I actually DO over my bday weekend?
work - talk to my mom (who wanted to clarify precisely the time of night I was born and encourage me to go to see the hospital where I was born on the UWS) - put on a new pair of earrings (a gift from the paralegal in our department who I work closely with and adore more and more each day) - arrange a beautiful bunch of roses (a gift from my colleague) in my room - meditative yoga - long steam and shower - yummy japanese food and sake with really cool and sweet new NY international friends - karaoke til dawn & dancing in the corner with every friend present - work - brunch/reunion - window shopping - pedicure - massage - nap - fancy seafood dinner with wine and chocolates - terrace party for another two friends' bday's - watch cool diving videos from friends' trip to tahiti - attend service - give thanks for having a chance to pursue a dream in life yet again - brunch with a fellow SF transplant - MOMA Richard Serra show - play with toys at MOMA Design store - work - Chinese dinner at my local - participate in a Chinese artist's performance art down times square and witness the creative process meeting the tourist and New York mentality all in one spontaneous combustion moment - thankful that i could do so, without pain or severe injury i suffered in recent times, walk home on my own and tuck myself into bed. of course, in between all this activity, there were gifts, phone calls, emails, ecards, and lots of laughs and memories, and it will take me the rest of the week to catch up with everyone and say thanks to everyone.
I know this entry is entirely self serving and shameless considering I have not properly updated in ages, but this is what I felt absolutely needed to be written down before the moment is lost to my senility. I really hope and pray this next year of my life will be fulfilling and purposeful, in line with the truth of what really matters in this world.
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| 1. I hate cold weather. Though I somehow keep moving to cold places.
2. Never ever ever wear your favorite coach hat that matches your handbag into super windy weather. Buh bye. I even tried to chase it down the street but it was hopeless. Sniff, sniff.
3. When it's arctic blasting outside, just about all 500 employees at work eats or grabs lunch at the 10th floor cafe. Go early for best selection.
4. I miss my family and my little cozy home in SF. I miss the little dog too.
5. In the art industry, you have to dress nicely. HAVE TO.
6. Boys are stupid. Good friends are a treasure. In any city, country, timezone, hemisphere.
7. It's extremely difficult to have a job you do all day for 8-9 hours. I can't believe I used to work so hard at something I detested so much for a boss I hardly respected... for 10-12 hours a day ! What was I thinking !?
8. Running down the street, jumping into a man's arms, and screaming hysterically might be construed as really really really liking the man. Then trying to argue that he's "just my first husband from a foreign country" doesn't seem to nullify the previous excitement.
9. Finding an apartment in NYC is like winning the lottery. I guess I have to accept the 99.9% chance that I'm going to be a loser.
10. God is good. Even when I'm not.
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Never
underestimate the power of stupid people in groups
To
be intoxicated is to feel sophisticated but not be able to say it.
The
older you get, the better you realize you were.
Age
is a very high price to pay for maturity.
Procrastination
is the art of keeping up with yesterday.
Women
like silent men...they think they’re listening.
Two
snowmen are standing in a field. One says to the other: “Funny, I smell carrots
too.”
A lawyer is a man who helps you get what’s coming to
him.
A woman has the last word in any argument. Anything
a man says after that is the beginning of a new argument.
If at first you don’t succeed, destroy all the
evidence that you tried.
Deja Moo is the feeling that you’ve heard all this
bull before.
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| I'm departing for New York City, the place of my birth and early childhood, to chase my dreams in a new career. I'll be joining one of the biggest and most important firms in the industry, and going through their executive training program in half a year's time after commencing my first project. It's a great start, and I thank the Lord for the chance to become gainfully employed again through this opportunity. I fly away from gorgeous sunny California, the best friends and family a gal could ask for, a little princess dog, and my very own slice of the American dream ... real estate ... to that tiny itsy bitsy island of Manhattan very very very soon.
Book with me, call me, or send me an email soon! Appointments close on Thursday February 1.
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| . . . taking the very nature of a servant . . . (Philippians 2:7, NIV)
Everyone can be great because
anyone can serve. You don't have to have a college degree to serve.
You don't have to make your subject and verb agree to serve. You don't
have to know about Plato and Aristotle to serve . . . you only need a
heart full of grace. A soul generated by love. And you can be that
servant.
Life's persistent and most urgent question is "What are you doing for others?"
Martin Luther King, Jr.
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