Oh Silly Me...

I stumbled across this while going though my past entries on my Xanga days. It gave me a good laugh. As some of you know, I graduated with an Business Economics major. So I guess Junior year I decided to pursue my short lived dream of being a poet.

The Econ Poem

Point A Point B Point C
What is the point of all this eventually?

Can your supply meet my demand?
Cause they go hand in hand. 
Will you meet me at the intersection? 
Or do you need further direction?

Oh the many curves there are
How suggestive they look from afar 
But there doesn't seem to be enough labor 
As the output just isn't enough to savor

With my income
Is it possible to get some
That price is looking kind of high 
Maybe i'll settle for some substitutes and get by

But that wouldn't be satisfying though 
That's something you and I would know
So let's be efficient here I say
And reach a feasible point today

I'm trying to read the graph 
It's a bit hard as the lines seem to overlap 
What are you trying to tell me,
With all that productivity?

Are you satisified with your indifference curve there?
It isn't that far from the origin if you care
And I think we can push it out some more 
Because where we're at is a sight that's sore

So at half past noon
Meet me at the equilibrium and call
Not a moment too soon
Will you be my econonimist once and for all?

Wow I was such a dork. hahaha But actually if you've taken upper div Econ, some of the concepts actually make sense. Reading my old entries makes me realize that I was a lot more dorky and I miss it! :( Time to bring out my inner dork once again. 

Porcelain Dolls

When I was a child I was fearless on the playground as i'm sure many of you can relate. I'd ride the dangerous metal merry go round where other kids threw up from going too fast, jump down from high areas, slide down the tree trunks that were actually meant to hold up the structure so that I ended up ripping my spandex sliding down, and dare to skip not just 4 but 5(!!! I was pretty badass as a child no?) bars on the monkey bars which left me on the ground on my back in pain for a good 5 minutes. When I did get hurt I would whine a little, maybe even cry a few tears, but then i'd just get over it and keep playing. For some reason as a kid you feel invincible. Growing up you realize how fallible you actually are. I used to never be afraid of getting hurt. I was a naive young child with a no holds barred thing going on. Nowadays, we have second thoughts going into things, into love and relationships, into people, into career fields, into trying new things, into missions trips, the list could go on. We deny ourselves opportunities and ambition because we're afraid of the unknown. Or maybe we've already experienced the worst of things and don't want to go through it again. We could say that we've just become more mature while weighing out the costs and benefits, but why does it feel like that's just an excuse and we're actually just scared?

What holds us back is pain and failure. Yet if we allow ourselves to look past that, we see that all pain does eventually heal and failures never become failures as long as you don't give up. These all build character and are lessons we learn. With God's love, you will always heal as long as you give it time and you allow yourself too. And with God's grace and love, your identity ultimately lies in Christ and you're not defined by anything else. So why not take risks? I see it as a fair opportunity cost to take if you look at what it is you want to achieve. I think it's well worth it. So I encourage you to find the kid in you and to not be scared to take those risks and live life.

To be honest, i'm not saying I have this completely down either, but what I do know is that I rather live a full life with scars than be a porcelain doll.

Perfect For The Fall Transition Into Winter

I came across this in someone's fashion blog. And i'm in lovelovelove with this simple idea.

I want to wear this all day, everyday. I love pairing baggy sweaters with tight jeans or shorts with tights, but this looks fun. I mean I wouldn't choose a sweater with this many apparent holes in there, gotta leave something to the imagination nawmsayin? ;) hahaha but I love the fact she's wearing not jean but cloth shorts with a pair of knee high socks. It's the perfect amount of skin showing. And the whole thing just looks so damn comfy so that I could just lounge anywhere. Loveeeeeeeeeeeeeee it. 

My Mom Gives The Best Explanations

Me: Mom, lately a couple of people have asked if I was Vietnamese. People used to ask if I was Korean or Chinese, but now it's Vietnamese or Chinese. What the heck?!?!

Mom: It's because you got your hair cut by a Vietnamese lady.

Me: .......................

Me: So by your logic you're saying if I got my hair cut by a black person, they'll think i'm black?

Life Is However You Interpret It