I am making good use of my Unlimited Metro Card. It's great.
I also just came back from a very VERY terrible Yankee game. I almost feel like I wasted like 6 hours of my life for that game. On the plus side, we bumped into Kim Chin, Caroline Quan, and David Ng while we were there, so that was pretty awesome. And it was my first time in the new stadium and I really like it a lot. So it wasn't really a waste. It was just extra hard to sit through.
Since when did I become so busy?! I was doing fine, going to work, coming home and having a relatively good balance of doing E-board work, spending time with family, and having fun with friends even though I'm tired and just want to go to bed. And now all of a sudden these past couple of weeks have been crazy - and the next week and a half aren't going to get any less crazy.
This morning during my quiet time I wanted to just sit and pray. I need to pray more. I've been praying as I do things, doing the whole Twitter-style/text message prayers, but I know I need to just sit down and set some down time for prayer. I need to and I want to.
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
2 for 2!
I really want to chop off my hair. Like right now.
It's so sad that it's really really long but not long enough to donate to Locks of Love. I want layers again! My head of hair is heavy and can get a bit frizzy in this NYC humidity. And I'm ready for a new style. Maybe my hair will be long enough by the end of the summer...or the end of the year? Ooh, come on, Hair. Grow faster.
Today was such a GREAT day! I had a variety of things to do at work without being overwhelmed, and the lovely Priscilla Lin came to visit me @ work, so we had delightful lunch and she came upstairs for a few minutes to my dead quiet cubicle area to hang up the decoration she made for my cubicle.
I made a contest where anyone who gave me the best decoration for my cubicle would win some of my homebaked goods. I'm betting my money on Priscilla.
After work I got to call Michelle, whose voice I hadn't heard since 6 weeks ago. So it was really good to hear her voice and talk to her :]
And THEN Bixler came down to meet me to eat dinner and hang out before he went off to NYCUP on Thursday. It was really fun! We got to walk around Madison Square Park before I took him to this place nearby that has a live jazz band perform in the evenings - that's the two-for-two part: I forgot that Bix doesn't like surprises. I wanted to surprise him with the jazz band dinner thing, but it turns out he liked this surprise! I'm 2 for 2 because the first time I surprised him was really when Michelle and I didn't tell him what "song" we were singing for our InterVarsity Talent Show [the link is to a different talent show, but similar performance]. He thought it was a good surprise. Yay!
It was really exciting becuase I had never seen a real jazz band play before - unless you count my high school jazz band, or the jazz band I saw perform for two seconds in the Lost Dog Cafe at Binghamton from the outside looking in through the window.
It was a really nice experience and we got free buttons, which was funny because Bixler was actually telling me at dinner how he made like 20 buttons at camp :P
Then we walked over to Bryant Park where we saw some cartoons, watched a little bit of Rodgers and Hammerstein's Carousel before going around to the entrance to use the Key to the City to turn on a lamp. We left a note. It was fun!
Here's a picture of Bix with the key:
We walked around Times Square looking for Toys 'R Us but by the time we found it I needed to go home. I'm exhausted but really wanted to write this post before I forgot what I was going to write about!
Overall it was a really good day and I am completely grateful to God for the kind and absolutely wonderful friends He's given me :]
It's so sad that it's really really long but not long enough to donate to Locks of Love. I want layers again! My head of hair is heavy and can get a bit frizzy in this NYC humidity. And I'm ready for a new style. Maybe my hair will be long enough by the end of the summer...or the end of the year? Ooh, come on, Hair. Grow faster.
Today was such a GREAT day! I had a variety of things to do at work without being overwhelmed, and the lovely Priscilla Lin came to visit me @ work, so we had delightful lunch and she came upstairs for a few minutes to my dead quiet cubicle area to hang up the decoration she made for my cubicle.
I made a contest where anyone who gave me the best decoration for my cubicle would win some of my homebaked goods. I'm betting my money on Priscilla.
After work I got to call Michelle, whose voice I hadn't heard since 6 weeks ago. So it was really good to hear her voice and talk to her :]
And THEN Bixler came down to meet me to eat dinner and hang out before he went off to NYCUP on Thursday. It was really fun! We got to walk around Madison Square Park before I took him to this place nearby that has a live jazz band perform in the evenings - that's the two-for-two part: I forgot that Bix doesn't like surprises. I wanted to surprise him with the jazz band dinner thing, but it turns out he liked this surprise! I'm 2 for 2 because the first time I surprised him was really when Michelle and I didn't tell him what "song" we were singing for our InterVarsity Talent Show [the link is to a different talent show, but similar performance]. He thought it was a good surprise. Yay!
It was really exciting becuase I had never seen a real jazz band play before - unless you count my high school jazz band, or the jazz band I saw perform for two seconds in the Lost Dog Cafe at Binghamton from the outside looking in through the window.
It was a really nice experience and we got free buttons, which was funny because Bixler was actually telling me at dinner how he made like 20 buttons at camp :P
Then we walked over to Bryant Park where we saw some cartoons, watched a little bit of Rodgers and Hammerstein's Carousel before going around to the entrance to use the Key to the City to turn on a lamp. We left a note. It was fun!
Here's a picture of Bix with the key:
We walked around Times Square looking for Toys 'R Us but by the time we found it I needed to go home. I'm exhausted but really wanted to write this post before I forgot what I was going to write about!
Overall it was a really good day and I am completely grateful to God for the kind and absolutely wonderful friends He's given me :]
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Love Languages
I had a very interesting attitude yesterday afternoon. I planned on staying home to catch up on some E-board work because I didn't have any other plans, but Friday night I found out that a bunch of my friends that I thought had already gone to some of the locations of the Key to the City project were actually going on Saturday. So I thought since I hadn't hung out with any of my friends in a while, it would be a nice way to spend a Saturday.
I arrived at the Metropolitan Museum of Art about 30 minutes late, and couldn't get in contact with anyone I was expecting to meet up with. But apparently it didn't matter because I wasn't the last one there. And even though we went to the Met and the Whitney Museum, we didn't actually go inside either museum. We pretty much spent a lot of time asking, "What are we doing now?", waiting for some friends whom I ended up not seeing at all, and walking around in the humid 80-something degree whether looking for a Dunkin' Donuts that did not exist.
Now, normally, if you know me well, you'd know I'd probably be giving some attitude because the conditions were just right for the occasion: unfulfilled expectations, idle time-wasting, extreme tardiness, high activity in humid weather, etc. But strangely enough, I was perfectly fine. I shocked myself. I'd actually say it was a really good day. I got to see some of my friends, had really good talks, and got to meet new people. All of the other stuff strangely didn't matter as much at all.
The concept of love languages came up in one of my conversations. I first heard about the idea from Dan Lee in high school, when we went out to get ice cream one day. I don't remember what we were talking about, but he started telling me about this whole idea that we all express, give, and accept love in very different ways. And often times it's a misunderstanding of those love languages that someone feels like they're not loved when they really are.
My dad actually read the book that it's based on, called "The 5 Love Languages," by Gary Chapman. He likes the book and since the original book is really geared toward married/couple audiences, he told me there was one for singles, too. So he got it for me, and I can't wait to read it. It's next on my list of books to read.
By the way, I'm currently reading Donald Miller's second book, "Through Painted Deserts," and I'm having a hard time getting through it. Mindy described Miller's writing style well: "He's a little scatter-brained."
I arrived at the Metropolitan Museum of Art about 30 minutes late, and couldn't get in contact with anyone I was expecting to meet up with. But apparently it didn't matter because I wasn't the last one there. And even though we went to the Met and the Whitney Museum, we didn't actually go inside either museum. We pretty much spent a lot of time asking, "What are we doing now?", waiting for some friends whom I ended up not seeing at all, and walking around in the humid 80-something degree whether looking for a Dunkin' Donuts that did not exist.
Now, normally, if you know me well, you'd know I'd probably be giving some attitude because the conditions were just right for the occasion: unfulfilled expectations, idle time-wasting, extreme tardiness, high activity in humid weather, etc. But strangely enough, I was perfectly fine. I shocked myself. I'd actually say it was a really good day. I got to see some of my friends, had really good talks, and got to meet new people. All of the other stuff strangely didn't matter as much at all.
The concept of love languages came up in one of my conversations. I first heard about the idea from Dan Lee in high school, when we went out to get ice cream one day. I don't remember what we were talking about, but he started telling me about this whole idea that we all express, give, and accept love in very different ways. And often times it's a misunderstanding of those love languages that someone feels like they're not loved when they really are.
My dad actually read the book that it's based on, called "The 5 Love Languages," by Gary Chapman. He likes the book and since the original book is really geared toward married/couple audiences, he told me there was one for singles, too. So he got it for me, and I can't wait to read it. It's next on my list of books to read.
By the way, I'm currently reading Donald Miller's second book, "Through Painted Deserts," and I'm having a hard time getting through it. Mindy described Miller's writing style well: "He's a little scatter-brained."
Saturday, June 19, 2010
June 19th, 2010
Not many people update their blog anymore. It makes me sad. I miss reading other people's blogs. I do enjoy reading Thomas, Tuttle, and Pam Lee's blog, though. I guess maybe I'll start looking for random people's blogs to read.
I've been thinking about a lot of things lately - I've wanted to blog about it, but this week was just crazy! Since I didn't get to type up some things I had been wanting to work on all week, I was going to set aside this entire Saturday to spend just chilling and writing. It didn't turn out that way, but it was still a great day spent well.
In any case, something I was thinking about today was about how different my way of thinking is. I was wondering how people think the way they do. I don't know, I guess I observe how something is presented to me, and then I think about whether or not that should be something to strive for. And I base that off of what I've learned about the Bible and whatever results I've witnessed in life.
I think that way a lot. I pull myself out of the picture, think about what the picture means, and then decide if that's the picture I should hold on to or toss. I try not to put myself in that picture because then it would set up expectations for myself that I'm just bound to leave unfulfilled.
Ugh. This theoretical business sounds so complicated. And I'm tired so I'm just going to give up for now and write another post when my mind's a little more clear and creative.
I've been thinking about a lot of things lately - I've wanted to blog about it, but this week was just crazy! Since I didn't get to type up some things I had been wanting to work on all week, I was going to set aside this entire Saturday to spend just chilling and writing. It didn't turn out that way, but it was still a great day spent well.
In any case, something I was thinking about today was about how different my way of thinking is. I was wondering how people think the way they do. I don't know, I guess I observe how something is presented to me, and then I think about whether or not that should be something to strive for. And I base that off of what I've learned about the Bible and whatever results I've witnessed in life.
I think that way a lot. I pull myself out of the picture, think about what the picture means, and then decide if that's the picture I should hold on to or toss. I try not to put myself in that picture because then it would set up expectations for myself that I'm just bound to leave unfulfilled.
Ugh. This theoretical business sounds so complicated. And I'm tired so I'm just going to give up for now and write another post when my mind's a little more clear and creative.
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Some a handful of random things I thought about over these past few weeks. More to come.
The other day I was sitting in Madison Square Park, eating my lunch and reading The Glass Castle by Jeannette Walls (which I highly recommend) when this guy hobbles over to me and asks, "Do you have a cigarette?"
I'm not sure what my face looked like, but I'm sure you can imagine.
In a split second without breaking eye contact, I thought about what I was wearing: my pencil black skirt, my aqua blue cotton blouse, and my black flats and thought, Seriously? You're asking me?? Why didn't you ask the guy sitting next to me?
I said, "No, I'm sorry, I don't," in such a genuine voice that I startled myself - that totally had to be God. I was genuinely sorry that I didn't have a cigarette to give the poor guy. Not that I want to encourage smoking - it's a big pet peeve of mine - but I felt sorry that I couldn't meet a need.
When the guy left I kind of laughed at myself at the ridiculousness of someone asking me for a cigarette. I guess you could equate it with the whole big ordeal Bix and Tuttle m
ade when they found out I was required to get a drug test - if you knew me, you wouldn't need to ask.
And then I looked over to the park bench next to me to the guy I assumed he would've asked for a cigarette and found the gruffy bearded man asleep while he was sitting up. That made it just a little more funny.
In any case, it's my third week working at the internship. If you ask me about it, I'll probably tell you it's good, which is completely true. I don't have anything really to complain about. The pros always totally outweigh the cons, and there were a bunch of cons that turned into pros over time and vice versa. But overall, it's good.
But the heart I wear on my sleeve, aka the look on my face, might tell you otherwise. But it's not that I don't like the internship/job. I just can't really put my finger on it. It just feels like in my gut I know it's not for me.
It's the gut feeling I had right on day one. Everything was great, but something inside was saying immediately that the corporate/business/big company area was just not for me. I told myself, though, that it was only day one. I still had 2 1/2 (ish?) months left - there was still plenty to learn and experience. And over the past few weeks it's really grown on me.
But it still just doesn't feel right. And I'm perfectly okay with that. I'm pretty sure I know where I'm headed - I just don't know when He'll give me the green light.
And, I'm still trying to figure out the areas God wants me to serve for this summer - there's so many possibilitie
s and so many limitations at the same time. What a paradox. But I've got to pray it up!
For family devotions tonight after dinner, the topic was about how we think that once God gives something to us, He doesn't have any right to take it or anything else away from us...that it suddenly becomes unfair. But it's not true. Just as we always sing from Blessed Be Your Name: You give and take away, You give and take away.
It's God's character - His sovereignty means He can give and take away whatever He wants - but don't think that it's to deprive us of happiness. I was reminded tonight that I was blessed with many things throughout my life - and He may be saying there are just some things that I need to let go of. I think I was also blessed with a lot this summer - I need to continue to trust the Good Shepherd with whatever He may take away. Why? Because everything I have is rightfully His and I am responsible to take care of them until He decides to take them back.
Today the song More Than That by Monk & Neagle came onto my iPod on shuffle. It was one of those songs whose lyrics I hadn't really listened closely to before. But this time the last two lines of the chorus struck a chord in me. I'm not sure why, it just did.
I fall to the ground
'Cause I want to be better
Though You take me as I am
You deserve more than that.
I'm not sure what my face looked like, but I'm sure you can imagine.
In a split second without breaking eye contact, I thought about what I was wearing: my pencil black skirt, my aqua blue cotton blouse, and my black flats and thought, Seriously? You're asking me?? Why didn't you ask the guy sitting next to me?
I said, "No, I'm sorry, I don't," in such a genuine voice that I startled myself - that totally had to be God. I was genuinely sorry that I didn't have a cigarette to give the poor guy. Not that I want to encourage smoking - it's a big pet peeve of mine - but I felt sorry that I couldn't meet a need.
When the guy left I kind of laughed at myself at the ridiculousness of someone asking me for a cigarette. I guess you could equate it with the whole big ordeal Bix and Tuttle m
ade when they found out I was required to get a drug test - if you knew me, you wouldn't need to ask.And then I looked over to the park bench next to me to the guy I assumed he would've asked for a cigarette and found the gruffy bearded man asleep while he was sitting up. That made it just a little more funny.
In any case, it's my third week working at the internship. If you ask me about it, I'll probably tell you it's good, which is completely true. I don't have anything really to complain about. The pros always totally outweigh the cons, and there were a bunch of cons that turned into pros over time and vice versa. But overall, it's good.
But the heart I wear on my sleeve, aka the look on my face, might tell you otherwise. But it's not that I don't like the internship/job. I just can't really put my finger on it. It just feels like in my gut I know it's not for me.
It's the gut feeling I had right on day one. Everything was great, but something inside was saying immediately that the corporate/business/big company area was just not for me. I told myself, though, that it was only day one. I still had 2 1/2 (ish?) months left - there was still plenty to learn and experience. And over the past few weeks it's really grown on me.
But it still just doesn't feel right. And I'm perfectly okay with that. I'm pretty sure I know where I'm headed - I just don't know when He'll give me the green light.
And, I'm still trying to figure out the areas God wants me to serve for this summer - there's so many possibilitie
s and so many limitations at the same time. What a paradox. But I've got to pray it up!For family devotions tonight after dinner, the topic was about how we think that once God gives something to us, He doesn't have any right to take it or anything else away from us...that it suddenly becomes unfair. But it's not true. Just as we always sing from Blessed Be Your Name: You give and take away, You give and take away.
It's God's character - His sovereignty means He can give and take away whatever He wants - but don't think that it's to deprive us of happiness. I was reminded tonight that I was blessed with many things throughout my life - and He may be saying there are just some things that I need to let go of. I think I was also blessed with a lot this summer - I need to continue to trust the Good Shepherd with whatever He may take away. Why? Because everything I have is rightfully His and I am responsible to take care of them until He decides to take them back.
Today the song More Than That by Monk & Neagle came onto my iPod on shuffle. It was one of those songs whose lyrics I hadn't really listened closely to before. But this time the last two lines of the chorus struck a chord in me. I'm not sure why, it just did.
I fall to the ground
'Cause I want to be better
Though You take me as I am
You deserve more than that.
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