My weekend: A home-cooked seafood dinner, a surprise trip to Disneyland, drinks and dinner at Geisha House, clubbing at Highlands, a one-night stay in Hollywood, AYCE sushi, and a Star Wars marathon.
The trick, I think, is to find somebody who treats you like you’re his Valentine all the time. I’m lucky I did.
Sigh! gonna quote Teresa’s 2nd to last sentence as “words to live by”. guess Sunday night turned into something unexpected for me as well, buuuut we’ll keep that on the DL :)
setting: I drove* to Costco and decided to park a little farther away where there were fewer cars.
mom: Can't you park closer?! It's so cold! I don't want to walk so far.
me: It's not that far...and I don't know how to park there.
mom: You should just stick to public transportation then.
me: I should just move to Chicago or New York.
mom: Your income will never allow you to live in either of those places.
*: It should be noted that I've only been driving for less than a week.
If people keep focusing so much on documenting their life on Twitter, Tumblr, Facebook, etc., when will they have time to actually live it?
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(via rrrogers, juliaallison)
My friend once “accused” me of not living in the moment, because I said, “I can’t wait to blog about this!”
Job searching is like really bad dating, even worse since you have to write a thank you letter afterwards, and get enough courage to try again the next day. As Randy Pausch said “Brick walls are there for a reason, they let us prove how badly we want something.” Appropriate for an architecture graduate, no?
— a new e-friend, Leslie Tom
