Thursday, April 27, 2006
exactly.
(stolen from jahndee's blog)
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In a brief conversation, a man asked a woman he was pursuing the question, "What kind of man are you looking for?"
She sat quietly for a moment before looking him in the eye and asking, "Do you really want to know?"
Reluctantly, he said "Yes."
She began to expound...
"As a woman in this day and age, I am in a position to ask a man what he can do for me that I can't do for myself. I pay my own bills. I take care of my household without the help of any man... or woman for that matter. I am in the position to ask 'What can you bring to the table?'"
The man looked at her. Clearly he thought that she was referring to money. She quickly corrected his thought and stated, "I am not referring to money. I need something more. I need a man who is striving for perfection in every aspect of life."
He sat back in his chair, folded his arms, and asked her to explain.
She said, "I am looking for someone who is striving for perfection mentally because I need conversation and mental stimulation. I don't need a simple minded man.
I am looking for someone who is striving for perfection spiritually because I don't need to be unequally yoked... believers mixed with unbelievers is a recipe for disaster.
I need a man who is striving for perfection financially because I don't need a financial burden.
I am looking for someone who is sensitive enough to understand what I go through as a woman but strong enough to keep me grounded.
I am looking for someone who I can respect. In order to be submissive, I must respect him. I cannot be submissive to a man who isn't taking care of his business. I have no problem being submissive...he just has to be worthy.
God made woman to be a help mate for man. I can't help a man if he can't help himself."
When she finished her spiel, she looked at him. He sat there with a puzzled look on his face. He said "You are asking a lot."
She replied "I'm worth a lot."
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In a brief conversation, a man asked a woman he was pursuing the question, "What kind of man are you looking for?"
She sat quietly for a moment before looking him in the eye and asking, "Do you really want to know?"
Reluctantly, he said "Yes."
She began to expound...
"As a woman in this day and age, I am in a position to ask a man what he can do for me that I can't do for myself. I pay my own bills. I take care of my household without the help of any man... or woman for that matter. I am in the position to ask 'What can you bring to the table?'"
The man looked at her. Clearly he thought that she was referring to money. She quickly corrected his thought and stated, "I am not referring to money. I need something more. I need a man who is striving for perfection in every aspect of life."
He sat back in his chair, folded his arms, and asked her to explain.
She said, "I am looking for someone who is striving for perfection mentally because I need conversation and mental stimulation. I don't need a simple minded man.
I am looking for someone who is striving for perfection spiritually because I don't need to be unequally yoked... believers mixed with unbelievers is a recipe for disaster.
I need a man who is striving for perfection financially because I don't need a financial burden.
I am looking for someone who is sensitive enough to understand what I go through as a woman but strong enough to keep me grounded.
I am looking for someone who I can respect. In order to be submissive, I must respect him. I cannot be submissive to a man who isn't taking care of his business. I have no problem being submissive...he just has to be worthy.
God made woman to be a help mate for man. I can't help a man if he can't help himself."
When she finished her spiel, she looked at him. He sat there with a puzzled look on his face. He said "You are asking a lot."
She replied "I'm worth a lot."
Friday, April 21, 2006
glass half full
in an effort to stay positive and not project my deep enmity towards nyu onto the rest of new york city, i think it's necessary for me to identify some essential things i'd be without had i not moved here.
i couldn't love the city more than when...
i couldn't love the city more than when...
- i'm running along the hudson under the elegantly casted shadows of newly sprung cherry blossom trees.
- i purchase a charmingly worn-out book for $3.50 from a street vendor (like one found in the movie "serendipity")
- i spend 4 hours in the park chatting with friends, watching kids play, and eating delicious burgers.
- i marvel at the countless culinary gems concentrated on this tiny island.
- i get to enjoy a double-headed ice cream cone from a mister softee truck.
- i meet people who move and humble me with their genuine social awareness, cultural appreciation, and creative inspiration.
Monday, April 17, 2006
pens and pills
got both today. one in the mail, the other from the pharmacist. it seems that over the years i've inadvertently yielded to a number of chronic issues. some not physical.
"skills can be learned, but you can't make someone love something that they don't." do i love something because i'm good at it or am i good at something because i love it? what do you do when desire doesn't befall talent? never a spectator, always wanting more. perplexities shifting to the forefront as of late.
what am i doing with my life?
"skills can be learned, but you can't make someone love something that they don't." do i love something because i'm good at it or am i good at something because i love it? what do you do when desire doesn't befall talent? never a spectator, always wanting more. perplexities shifting to the forefront as of late.
what am i doing with my life?
Monday, April 03, 2006
the vertical challenge
i generally don't consider myself short... that is, not until i hop into a congested subway car and find my face buried between either a pair of nipples or a pair of scapulas. then it's undeniable. since i've taken to having my daily dose of multi-vitamins and calcium chews i wonder, is it even minutely possible to grow two more inches this late in the game?
nabisco gone gourmet
sundried tomato & basil wheat thins. rosemary & olive oil triscuits. and the newest addition, parmesan basil wheat thins. satisfy your refined palate on a budget. check them out.
weather more indecisive than a woman with a menu
a sunny friday. an overcast saturday. a pristine sunday. a wet monday. such is the temperament of mother nature lately. if california were exhibiting this fickle trend, one might take it to signal the onset of an earthquake. here in nyc, however, it just signals, well, crummy weather.
i generally don't consider myself short... that is, not until i hop into a congested subway car and find my face buried between either a pair of nipples or a pair of scapulas. then it's undeniable. since i've taken to having my daily dose of multi-vitamins and calcium chews i wonder, is it even minutely possible to grow two more inches this late in the game?
nabisco gone gourmet
sundried tomato & basil wheat thins. rosemary & olive oil triscuits. and the newest addition, parmesan basil wheat thins. satisfy your refined palate on a budget. check them out.
weather more indecisive than a woman with a menu
a sunny friday. an overcast saturday. a pristine sunday. a wet monday. such is the temperament of mother nature lately. if california were exhibiting this fickle trend, one might take it to signal the onset of an earthquake. here in nyc, however, it just signals, well, crummy weather.
Sunday, April 02, 2006
disillusioned
on new york city
7 months already. i have a love/hate relationship with the city but even that is probably an unfortunate by-product of my own inner battles.
on battles
do i even have them anymore? i question whether i've succumbed to a way of life i loathe. seeking substance.
on education
high price certainly does not equate high quality. from the korean newspaper: the school kids most want to attend? NYU. the school parents most want to send their kids? Princeton. if only they knew.
on relationships
once upon a time, the idea of committing my life to someone seemed only natural. the notion has grown vague. paula was right when she said new york propagates the concept of self and inflates its importance.
on loneliness
despite my aforementioned self-absorption, i still find myself yearning.
on inspiration
i fear that i've lost sight of the bigger picture.
7 months already. i have a love/hate relationship with the city but even that is probably an unfortunate by-product of my own inner battles.
on battles
do i even have them anymore? i question whether i've succumbed to a way of life i loathe. seeking substance.
on education
high price certainly does not equate high quality. from the korean newspaper: the school kids most want to attend? NYU. the school parents most want to send their kids? Princeton. if only they knew.
on relationships
once upon a time, the idea of committing my life to someone seemed only natural. the notion has grown vague. paula was right when she said new york propagates the concept of self and inflates its importance.
on loneliness
despite my aforementioned self-absorption, i still find myself yearning.
on inspiration
i fear that i've lost sight of the bigger picture.
Ophelia
She makes believe the world is kind
And she's immune to its lies
In a perfect world she can be free
But a perfect world will never be
Little did she know Ophelia
The fairytale was wrong, the treasures were all gone
And everything wasn't how it should be
Little did she know Ophelia
The melody was wrong with an ordinary song
And she didn't know how it was meant to be
And she assumed the perfect pose
To guarantee that no one would know
She hears bells inside her pretty head
To mask what she won't hear instead
And little did she know Ophelia
The fairytale was wrong and the treasures were all gone
And everything wasn't how it should be
Little did we know Ophelia
The innocence was gone but the memories are strong
And we didn't know how you were meant to be
(c) 2004 Jinny Kim
