Family is by far the safest investment I can think of. Despite the incessant arguments, embarassments and frustrations... family is what I rely on to pull me back to where I belong. I know they will always be there despite my mistakes and failures as a daughter or sister.
Friends are a riskier investment. Although they may start out high, they may depreciate in value over a long period of time. Thus said, Facebook and myspace are incredibly deceiving. As I browse the pages of highschool friends, City, Poly...I know full well that 346 friends is a grossly miscalculated number. In actuality, it probably means "people i've met once or twice..and don't really talk to anymore.." Admittedly, I fall under that sad category as well. However, I confess that I have a total of TWO possibly life-long friends. The rest are friends I share laughs, drinks, dances, stories with...but never my life. Too many friends I have opened up to and have never talked to again because of realized individual differences. Like I said...too many ups and downs for me to have complete faith in these investments. However, those two investments have been increasing in value with time so I won't bow out just yet.
The Relationship. This by far is the biggest gamble to make. It's all or nothing. (whoa*, flashback to freshman yr highschool O-town video). Deciding to invest big in one stock is virtually saying, "this will definitely be more valuable than any other stock I choose to invest in." THIS IS WHY PEOPLE DATE. We learn what we want by dating different people, we realize the things we like and dislike, we invest in a relationship hoping we'll benefit big in the future from what we've expereinced already. One lesson i've always lived by is never put all your eggs in one basket. Why? So you have something left just in case your hear-- i mean eggs get crushed. Selfish? yes. Dumb? no. What can I say? Optimism has never been a choice on my survey.
It's a cold reality when you realize your investment might not bring the fortune you thought it would. The ups and downs...the downs almost made me pull out...the ups made me invest more. Today, I feel like it's balanced itself out. I have just as much as i've put in. Maybe an 8 ball will give me a better system of investments. Thanks bj for the talk.
--==--- Are Chinese families really that much different than Filipino families?
A few differences I’ve noticed (in comparison to Filipino families):
--Chinese families refer to family friends as Uncle, Aunt, or cousin when there are no blood ties.
-- Weddings tend to have open bars and no dance floor. (at Filipino weddings you’d dance the electric slide, cha cha…anything for the oldies and if you’re lucky a little Usher. And I HATE going to a wedding without dancing—ugh.I’d rather dance than drink any day)
--As many know, Chinese families tend to speak Chinese to their children, when unfortunately, Filipino families aren’t commonly known for teaching Tagolog to their children other than swear words.(making it difficult to connect with Darrick’s family)
-- Filipino’s love to gossip like no other, even in their own family. I’m always worried of what my extended family will sa/think bringing a Chinese boyfriend home. I mean, I even talk shit about my aunt’s white husband…who WOULDN’T? anyway, it’s hard enough to bring someone new to your family adding to the fact they’re not even Filipino. I always fear that Chinese families will react the same way I suspect my family would react…
Anyway….we shall see.
This holiday season is going to be a big one.--not only because so SO much will happen, but because of the importance of what is going to happen --I am to attend a very large formal hotel family gathering of Darrick’s for a Christmas party.
----Now—him being Chinese, (and of course I am NOT)…makes it a little difficult…especially if all his family speak English as a second language, if at all. In past dinners I’d politely nod my head, not responding since they don’t understand. A huge language barrier keeps me in the corner all the time. Rarely do I say more than a “Hello” or a “Goodbye”. But this is what you do. It’s worth it—smiling every ten seconds not knowing what they’re saying, thinking…
--I'm pretty nervous about my dad's attitude towards the whole thing. Almost two years later and he's seen my dad probably only twice. A dinner is almost set....dun dun dun....
side note: Obama for president. read his book for all who actually care about this country's future. shame on any college student without any opinion on the war or the election this past november. (this video probably doesn't represent him very well, just watch 2004's democratic convention..he gave the keynote address) but DAMN. combined my greatest obsessions into one video. very good obama.
have you ever had a thought that keeps repeating in your head. something you can't help but think about when you're driving to the grocery store. walking to school. eating at a restaurant. writing this entry. it completely consumes any and everything in your life. and if you get that moment where you're able to forget....it creeps up on you and you start to get sick. get sick to your stomach every single time you think about it. sick. and you start to cry. and the only options you have are to cry yourself to sleep or get dead drunk at a bar, wake up the next morning, hoping that past never existed
-This past week has been a very big learning experience for me-
Realities every college student will face at some point:
The Image: It’s always shaky starting somewhere new.You don’t really know anyone, no one really knows you. You can choose to be yourself or you can pretend to be the someone you wanted to be in high school, but never were. From what I’ve seen, you can never really escape who you are.Put on a grill, join a frat, claim you know everyone—but I’ll always see the loser I’d bitch slap or feel sorry for in hs. They stick out like a sore thumb with their insecurities and their need to be noticed and it’s obvious when you know it’s just not them. Stay true brothers. *puts up gangsta sign*(yes—I am one of those losers if you haven’t noticed.)
The Sex:Ahhh….the sex. What’s college without the sex? Either you’re a slut or you’re frigid.I never hear of anyone in the middle. I hear a lot of “she got so fukd up she cheated on her bf with [enter name of ugly person here] .”Everyone’s so open about talking about it—mainly guys. How often….positions…places---It feels like Christmas every time guys tell me what they like, hate and their dirty little stories… For instance my guy friend shares a room with his roommate, his gf comes in the middle of the night, they do it WHILE his roommate is in the room with all the muffled moans and “slurping sounds” like he says. I can’t do the story justice. And I must ask b/c it seems to be a pretty popular favorite with more guys than girls—the pool. I mean--i understand the shower, jacuzzi definitely, but the pool?. I'm just trying to......understand.......how....... like....i...sn't there a point where it gets harder, i mean difficult, to keep........forget it.
The Roommate: It’s come to my knowledge that there are going to be times when your roommate makes a better friend or your friend makes a better roommate. The dishes, the money, the consideration are all things that make you love or hate them—but it’s always a sticky situation when it comes to this stuff.But I must say--guys are gross. Dammit why do you have to wait until you have 7 loads of dirty clothes on the floor to do laundry?! Why? WHY is it okay to just leave condoms on the dining room table? It’s like amex, don’t leave home w/o it.
The Relationship: oh the relationship. I’m suspecting many are going to skip this part, but I can’t help it. I’ll try my best not to sound like Dr.Phil, but you really do find yourself in college.. you realize what you want now and in the future. --If you’re in it for the fun, or if you’re in it for the long run. I’ve been 21 for two weeks, going to clubs and bars four times each week and tonight again[This entry is killing time until I go at 11] Ladies—you see a hot guy at the bar, he sends you a drink. Now—are you the type of girl that would just say thanks, dance and call it a night or are you the girl to make out with this hot guy thinking your bf will never know. I’ve seen more of the latter. Making decisions like that pretty much define what you want in a relationship. In it for the fun or the long run…?*shrug* let’s just hope you’re not like the hoes I go to clubs with.
It's amazing how fast time passes. I'm officially going to be a big kid in less than two weeks. It's amazing how so much has changed in my life this past year. I feel like i've matured more in this past year than I have in the previous years put together. Technically we're all still considered really young in our early twenties, but it feels like a huge step. I just got a phone call from one of the closest people in my life telling me she's engaged. (Jackie's 22) I have an endless list of friends with kids already --and lastly, my brother's getting married. It's all so surreal. I still feel like such a kid but it seems like everyone in our generation is already married or has kids. Just last month me and jackie toilet papered happy birthday on our cuzzos car and gave him a wedgie, next thing you know she's looking up flower arrangements for her wedding. How grown up are WE? shit.
i mean---right now i'm procrastinating doing my arch eng. hw that'll take me 6 hrs to do (like it always does) while watching another marathon of Whose Wedding is it Anyway? So what does that tell you? ---im not committed to school but i'm fantasizing about a wedding to committ to a person.
on another note: superbowl picks--chicago vs. denver
