I recently finished reading the first part of Eat Pray Love by Elizabeth Gilbert. I won't go into the details of the structure of the book (pretty neat, if you ask me), but let me just tell you that it's split into 3 parts: the eating part is about the author's 4 month stay in Italy, the praying part is her stay at an ashram in India, and the love ( Read more... )

And surely you'll find me at my office. Disgruntled, in pain, but still alive. Disgruntled, though ( Read more... )

It isn't just one of your holiday games ( Read more... )

Actually, what I really mean to say is ( Read more... )

WHOA. Hold your horses! Forget the childhood heroes, my shirt is striped BRONZE?!?!? And for the last like..4 years that I've worn this shirt, I've thought it was striped silver! Oh man...I'm crazy. Go figure ( Read more... )

The other day, after finally getting my parents to get in the car so we could go on our merry way, 15 minutes later than planned, the conversation naturally turned to tardiness. My dad made some comment (positive, for once!) about how I generally don't have the problem of being late getting out the door. Which, granted, is a bit of an exaggeration ( Read more... )

Or, lessons on life, compliments of Learning Express (LE ( Read more... )

Blogging vs journaling has always been such a struggle for me - it seems I don't have time in my life for two mistresses. I guess it shows by my lack of lj activity that journaling has been keeping me busy for the last while, but I hope to be able to allocate my time fairly between these two activities. It just doesn't seem smart to me to repeat ( Read more... )

Whenever I read Laura's blog, hear Chris talk about MPE, think about my Auntie Indranie...I lower my eyes. There's a longing in my heart to reach out to the less fortunate. There's an intense desire to help, to love, to comfort. But what have I been doing? Every day, I reside in my own familiar bubble. I enjoy my clean home, my nice clothes, my ( Read more... )

Here I am, sitting with a mug of Iron Goddess, just mulling. Once again, I re-read my older entries, and I am comforted. It seems that every time I post, no matter how stressful the event, I always manage to find my way back to God at the end, so that is why I am here once again. I've spent the whole day at home doing nothing, even though I had ( Read more... )