It feels weird being 27. I don't even feel the age. It's kind of scary--I'm nearing the end of my 20's. This is the age I designated as the age that all the things fall in place. I really don't know who I am anymore. I'm more confused than ever. Perhaps I am feeling this way because I haven't fulfilled all of my dreams yet--hence the quarterlife ( Read more... )

Never ever delete any photos you've taken.

You'll miss them and regret it.

I hate the HR system at work. I just wasted more than an hour and days getting this thing fixed to no avail ( Read more... )

I'm free!

Now I am not committed to my condo's purchase contract anymore, hello Paris and traveling around the world!

So I wonder, if you had a terminal illness, what would you do knowing this ( Read more... )

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So I learned in today's health and mind medicine class that we're more than our jobs. Don't identify yourself by your job ( Read more... )

"Dear Amy ( Read more... )

I hope I get a job at KP, TP, and UCSF. Whatever job that pays the most and is closest to where I live because I am sick of commuting to SF everyday for shitty pay. I don't want to work in low-paying jobs no more. Better yet, a job at KP, so I can transfer to LA or where ever in the US I desire in the future. I miss LA and I want to move back to So ( Read more... )

I can't wait for Hannibal Rising to come out. I'm so going to take a day off from work for the premiere. Gaspard Ulliel is going to be the best thing ever imported to Hollywood from Paris.

Oui oui, c'est bien. Je t'aime Gaspard! Excusez mon Francaise. I still wish I was living in Paris living an artist life again...I heard artists don't starve