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A 9-year old boy wrote a book on how to talk to girls and get them to like you when he was 8 years old. This has got to be one of the cutest things I've read in a long time. Brought a huge smile to my face! SOOOOOOOOOO CUTE!!!!!!!!






Speaking of cute, check out this song: Mario Kart Love Song

It's been so long since I wrote on my LJ.  But I still check it every day for friends' updates.  

As for me, I'm still in school. I'll be working in Palo Alto this summer at a law firm but I'll be living in the East Bay, which means I'll be paying toll.  Even after more than a year of living in the bay area, I still can't get used to paying for tolls.  Sometimes I would take 2-hour bus ride to avoid paying $4 for toll.  I know, freeken ridiculous but I can't help it! 

Law school basically consumes my life. But I'm literally counting down the days until I graduate (June 13, 2010).  

I'll update again (soon I hope).  Take care! 

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I am totally in LOVE LOVE LOVE with this song right now!!! It has been on repeat for quite some time now!

http://download.yousendit.com/EEED2C7B0E010DB1

p.s. If you know of any good songs, please post the link for me to download! I am making another CD to listen in my car! =)

"From the very beginning he attempted a new method of seduction, without any reference to past loves or even to the past itself: a clean slate. And so he planned everything down to the last detail, as if it were the final battle: new intrigues, new hopes in a woman who had already lived a full and complete life. It had to teach her to think of love as a state of grace: not the means to anything but the alpha and omega, an end in itself."

a clean slate.
new hopes even for a woman who could hope no more.
love as a state of grace not a coup de grace.
an end in itself.

It is way pass my bed time but I am still wide awake. Despite my banal efforts to count sheeps and wait for my consciousness to drift into a state of unconsciousness, I was quite unsuccessful at falling asleep.

Maybe my eyes are not used to sleeping this early due to daylight saving time. Or perhaps it is true that when your heart is busy thinking, your mind cannot rest even when it is fatigued.

I need to start writing in my paper journal again. I have so much to say, so many events to document, so many thoughts to express, but I don't know how or where or to whom I should address them with. It can get lonely sometimes...being the only one awake at this lagging hour of a quarter til 2.

I was reading Love in the time of Cholera by Gabriel Garcia Marquez earlier this evening and these two quotes intrigued me:

"He was still too young to now that the heart's memory elimates the bad and maginifies the good, and that thanks to this artifice we manage to endure the burden of the past."

"Over the years they both reached the same wise conclusion by different paths: It was not possible to live together in any other way, or love in any other way, and nothing in this world was more difficult than love."

Does love take time to grow?

If you cannot forgive, then you cannot forget. If you cannot forget, then you cannot move on. If you cannot move on, then how are you going to start something new? Something better?

But what if the person you are trying to forgive is yourself?

Everyone makes mistakes, some trivial and some significant. The trivial ones will eventually fade away, like a bad tan received last summer. But the significant ones will haunt you, remind you, taunt you, like an ugly scar inked on your body. The latter we try not to repeat, but they are still much harder to forget.

Some mistakes make you question your intellect, your common sense, and you as a person. How could you be so stupid to be fooled by him? How could you put all your trust in someone who was bad news to begin with? Why did you not listen to your gut instinct and leave him when the damage was still reversible? All the signs were there but you failed to listen. So what happened in the end? you got BURNED!

No, your heart was not broken in two. He does not deserve it in the first place. No, you did not lose all your youthful years to him. He was not worth the time. No, your life is not over just because he walked out. It is actually only beginning.

But your pride was trampled on, girl. Your short time with him was a waste, girl. And he did lie and deceive you, girl. You gave your all to him and he gave nothing back in return. Silly girl, he had nothing to give in the first place. Silly girl, he was a fraud to begin with. You hate him. But silly girl, he is not even worth hating.

It is time to move on.

There are many guys like him around. And then there are many not like him as well. Don't let a mistake like him ruin it for the rest of the nice guys. This new guy is not like him. At all. This new guy is educated, sincere, thoughtful, and caring. He may not have much, but he is willing to give you everything he's got. He may not be such a smooth-talker, but at least he has a heart of gold. He may not know exactly what you want at exactly the right time, but he knows exactly what you want in the long run. He has potentials. You just have to give him a chance to prove himself. The relationship is still fresh and new so do not judge so quickly. Do not run away so fast, but do not rush into things so soon. Au contraire, take things slowly. You have plenty of time: for you to prove yourself, for him to prove himself, and for your relationship to prove itself. Do not worry so much. Be happy. Be thankful. Believe.

In high school, all I wanted to do was have a jolly old time. I wanted to experience "life to its fullest" with no regulations and restrictions. I skipped classes to go out with my friends, snuck out of the house to raves and parties, and associated myself with "friends" that I knew my parents would never approved. During this time, all I cared about was living my life with my friends by my side.

In college, I struggled to find myself, to discover who I really am and what I really want. My major kept changing every so often. My music taste expanded to include genre that I have never heard of before. My relationship with my family blossomed beautifully. My attitude shifted from wanting to be accepted to wanting to be alone. And in the process of my so-called "self-discovery," I was also desperately (but patiently) searching for a partner that could complement this "new me." And so, the men in my life kept appearing and leaving, like mistakes written on a piece of paper, no longer visible once they are erased, but remnants of them remained, even if just faintly, as a reminder of the mistakes I've made with my heart. College was a period of trials and errors. A place of discovering and re-discovering. It is the time dedicated for my self-growth.

Post college, I have almost everything I had hoped to obtain by the age of 22: A B.A. degree at a creditable University, a supporting family, a group of loyal and trusting friends, a wonderful and loving boyfriend, and a decent paying job to boot. But now I am suffering from what most people would refer to as a "quarter-life crisis." That is, what is it that I really want to do for the rest of my life? Education? Business? Law? Government? Non-profit? I want a career that not only fascinates me, but also challenges and rewards me. Easier said than done. I know what I am capable of, what my potentials are, but I don't know what I am passionate about. And so as I begin writing in this new chapter of my life, I am also trying to uncover the passion that lies deep within me, the passion that I hope will drive me to my ultimate career goal of god-knows-what.

Perhaps I live my life in the wrong orders. Maybe not. All I know now is that no matter how much I am struggling or what I am missing at the moment, I must continue heading forward and living my life the best way I know how. There are many different directions to one destination, but each road has their own bumps and cracks. There is no easy way out.
The path paved might be a difficult one, but I am determined to walk through it all. One step at a time.

It is a beautifully written book. Like an intricate piece of art, each word is carefully painted in order to precisely describe such a surreal storyline. The story is so engaging that I didn't want it to end -- I was hooked.

In trying to prolong the read, I made all efforts to absord each syllable as if trying to analyze every brush stroke in an unfathomable painting. But even the best of story has to end, this one is no exception.

...

"I cannot say that you are the only person that I love in the world, because I also love my sister and my brother-in-law; but my love for them is tranquil and calm, quite unlike the feeling that I have for you. When I think of you, my blood churns, my chest swells, my heart flows over."

...

"There is neither happiness nor misfortune in this world, there is merely the comparison between one state and another, nothing more. Only someone who has suffered the deepest misfortune is capable of experiencing the heights of felicity..."

"All human wisdom is contained in these two words: 'wait' and 'hope'!"

- A few short excerpts from Alexandre Dumas' The Count of Monte Cristo
(one of my favorite books of all-time)