I'm MOVING! I'm going back to Boston mid May for at least the summer. Excited, sad, nervous.

Who wants to travel with me? If you like getting dirty and climbing rocks, then we all good. fellow females need apply.

silly billable hours, you suck.
good bye.

Madison. Four days of fun fun fun. I arrived and it felt like I never left which is a somewhat unsettling and comforting feeling at the same time. It was whirlwind of old faces- arthur, david muhammed, lilia, yoseph, davidian, alvin, pabitra to name a few. Yet, I realized on day 2 of my visit that Madison never changes and that was precisely ( Read more... )

I'm going to Madison tomorrow. Wooo-hoooo!!! It's been three long years ( Read more... )

There is something inherently decisive about writing when there is an audience in mind. Lately, I’ve been averse to making decisions, thus explaining my absence from livejournal. Last weekend on the Fung-Wah bus, I awoke to the distant lights of a city skyline, and for a second while rubbing sleep from my eyes, I forgot whether I was going in or ( Read more... )

I've been eavesdropping on an attorney's phone conversations here at work. He's in his mid-late 30's, had his first baby a few months ago, and is going through an early mid-life crisis. Everyday I hear him complain about the grind of his current job to his old coworkers at the DAs office. He even admitted that he went to law school by default. ( Read more... )

Fair warning for men with gf's, jealous lovers, booty-call hook ups:

Even if you are right, just nod, say yes, but god forbid, don't make us so mad we unleash our inner Lorena Bobbits.http://story.news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&u=/nm/

From my friend, Shellen:

Someone was telling me about the Japanese word, a re yi, or something like that, "the exquisite suffering of fleeting things." Sunsets, flowers in bloom, spring, love, youth...beauty conflated into suffering expressed in one word.

Being new at lj, I realized that lj is not the forum for potentially irresponsible "ambiguous and cryptic" posts regarding people in my life. Some things are better left scribbled in the pages of my journal, or better yet, left for those 3am phone calls when I wake your sleeping ass crying and ranting about love ( Read more... )

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