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Isn't this the season of mushy mushy? I sense a disturbance in my imminent next month with a clear sign of "busy busy".
Is it too much to ask for a sweep-you-off-your-feet holiday romance? (Okay fine, maybe I am just setting my expectations too high, hahah.) I think I just need to go watch some overly sweet romance movies to feed that hunger for affection.
How's you all's holiday forecast?
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October 25th, 22:42
HOW DO I KEEP GETTING SICK? This is ridiculous. It's like an illness every two months!!
...sob. No one wants to hang out with the sick coughy, fever person. BUhhh. I blame that terrible recycled office air.
...sob. No one wants to hang out with the sick coughy, fever person. BUhhh. I blame that terrible recycled office air.
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September 10th, 10:04
Now I understand why Meredith finally broke down and told Derek, "Love me, choose me, pick me!"
Because people can really be retarded sometimes. What we want, we're afraid to ask for directly. We toe along the mental line, asking without really asking, using inferences and hints and suggestions to try and get across what we really want. And then when it doesn't go the way we want, we can only be miserable and wonder "what went wrong?" "what could we have done differently?"
Sometimes though, it just comes down to, 'what if I had said it exactly as I felt it'? But see, the problem there, is that we're afraid. Afraid to trust (anyone, again), afraid to love (deeper, harder, more), afraid of being the one that will be hurt (the one left behind). We're afraid of so many things in life that this fear soon drowns out all the other words and feelings in our head and hearts (simplicities) and that fear becomes more encompassing than the love or the truth or simply the words that we really mean to say.
Don't be afraid.
Because people can really be retarded sometimes. What we want, we're afraid to ask for directly. We toe along the mental line, asking without really asking, using inferences and hints and suggestions to try and get across what we really want. And then when it doesn't go the way we want, we can only be miserable and wonder "what went wrong?" "what could we have done differently?"
Sometimes though, it just comes down to, 'what if I had said it exactly as I felt it'? But see, the problem there, is that we're afraid. Afraid to trust (anyone, again), afraid to love (deeper, harder, more), afraid of being the one that will be hurt (the one left behind). We're afraid of so many things in life that this fear soon drowns out all the other words and feelings in our head and hearts (simplicities) and that fear becomes more encompassing than the love or the truth or simply the words that we really mean to say.
Don't be afraid.
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October 15th, 2008
My maternal figure and I had an argument which consisted of a variety of topics (thanks to her) from me getting fat thanks to the chemicals of my lab :| to me doing mice work to my choice of living area to my current job search process and my major.
"Why did you have to pick such a useless major? Why couldn't you have kept going to be a doctor?" Don't tell me this after I've graduated from college. It's really not that helpful and will just have me go shun. I made this decision. Medical is not where I want to go anymore. Drop it, mum.
As for my current job apps. . .I contacted the investigator handling my case. Background investigation is still pending. At least I'm not dropped yet. Sigh.
I'm looking into applying for Department of State FSO position as well (consular or political or public diplomacy). It looks so competitive and the window for hiring is only open for a few days. Double sigh.
Maybe it's just the pressure lately but I feel completely incapable of even the first task they give us: writing a personal narrative for 6 questions describing my suitability for appointment. I feel so under accomplished just starring at the application process.
"Why did you have to pick such a useless major? Why couldn't you have kept going to be a doctor?" Don't tell me this after I've graduated from college. It's really not that helpful and will just have me go shun. I made this decision. Medical is not where I want to go anymore. Drop it, mum.
As for my current job apps. . .I contacted the investigator handling my case. Background investigation is still pending. At least I'm not dropped yet. Sigh.
I'm looking into applying for Department of State FSO position as well (consular or political or public diplomacy). It looks so competitive and the window for hiring is only open for a few days. Double sigh.
Maybe it's just the pressure lately but I feel completely incapable of even the first task they give us: writing a personal narrative for 6 questions describing my suitability for appointment. I feel so under accomplished just starring at the application process.