I Want...

I want to dance again.

I dream of places I want to go.

I want to be like her.

I want to see this one day.

I want to paint again.

I want to create a fastastical world.

I want to live with no regrets.

I want to hate the cold weather.

I want to wear and make beautiful clothes.

But all I really need is peace.

I Don't Know What Day it is Anymore

Interesting week, it's been. Yes, Yoda talk. The past week has been interesting and confusing at the same time. Discovery has been picking up, probably because I hound my boss for work. Not always a bad thing, right? From what I can tell, I think I and this one other girl, out of five, enjoy this internship the most. I can do what they ask and new things are usually quick for me to learn. I like finishing work, it makes me feel good. Call me weird. Today we had two extra long meetings - one about a program designed by Discovery's IT department, cool, and another about how marketing and ad sales marketing works, which was cool, but it got a little dull when he talked about what we, or at least this other girl and I already knew. So it was a day with basically, a four hour meeting. It's tiring, these meetings! Blah. Moving on. Had lunch with my fellow interns. Finished my work and headed off to class.

This week, my social innovation marketing class was held at Weber Shandwick at 55th and 3rd. Right next to work! Success! It was the most beautiful office I have ever seen. I wish I took a picture. Ha, too bad! So, we had Weber Shandwick employees talk to us about what social innovation really meant, we talked about what the company actually does, why they do what they do, and why what they do is good. Broad, I know, but if I talk about everything we learned, this post would end up a novel. Overall, I got the best impression for the company and well, it's now one of the companies I want to work for in the future. There's an internship available. I'm fighting for it.

On a more...dreary note, it's been quite a long week. It feels like Friday, which is never a good thing, because there's still two more days in the week. My days are driven by coffee and espresso, today especially, and I'm so out of focus with my schoolwork. This week is crucial. Midterms are next week. I had a nice little escape today with the Lau family - I happen to join them at their meals since it's the only time I get to see Kat. Had wonderful Pho at Pho Bang [haha I know], and carrot cake at someplace on Mulberry which was amazing. Food escapes are always fun. With the Lau bunch, they never skimp on food. So, that was fun. Now it's midnight and I have heartburn and work in the morning. Tums and bedtime. After a few pictures posts of my...favorite things. Kinda.

Just For Fun.

Change.

So, my life has been a bore lately. Routine schedule and whatnot. The internet in my apartment is terrible, therefore the lack of posts and lack of interesting entries. (Apparently I don't post enough, says a friend of mine.)

From now on, when I have no words to express, I am going to do photo stories of emotions throughout my day. When my emotions are significant, there will be a post. Hopefully now, more posts. The pictures are for you to decipher.

Lovely.

On another note, Kat, the blogger of lestorydefood.blogspot.com, has moved to her own domain: lestorydefood.com. I encourage you to read her posts. They'll make you hungry and angry at the fact that you cannot eat what she has already eaten, but on another note, it's quite colorful and fun to read.

images (in no particular order)
via lindseytarynphoto.com, www.flickr.com/photos/jeffl37, keepinspiring.me, www.flickr.com/photos/moriza, fuckyeahhappy.tumblr.com

what snow should look like.

via keepinspiring.me

If snow ever looked this beautiful, I think I'd like it more. Countryside, here I come.

He Lied.

“ The government of the United States of America is not, in any sense, founded on the Christian religion.

Treaty signed by George Washington, 1796.

via pegobry.tumblr.com

Let Me Entertain You.

Entertainment. Netflix. Movies. Messages.

The purpose of most things in life are for entertainment. Movies, newspapers, celebrity glamour, internet, blogs, TV, you, me, everything. Why are we all so keen in exposing a fault or a heroic act that we've done? What does glamour and fame have to do with our lives? People can spend their entire lives trying to prove themselves in a name, spend their lives for that 15 minutes of fame. What does fame hold? Happiness? Recognition? I mean, from what we've seen from tabloids and scandal stories, the paparazzi are the last thing you want in your life? No more privacy, no more opportunities to be alone, no opportunities to be you. I think its the need to live luxuriously, to be wealthy that makes people want all the unnecessary fluff that come along with it. Look at most of the celebrities--most of them aren't even celebrities, they're socialites, reality stars, people who basically have no talent but sell themselves to people who are interested in looking at them or hearing what they have to say. They aren't smart, they have no purpose in being a celebrity, they have no talent. If they had these qualities, they could still be wealthy and famous but with a much better reputation and a much better state of mind knowing they actually earned their wealth.

I just find people who criticize other people's lives then try to pursue that same exact route, extremely annoying and hypocritical. People blame each other for being racist, but is anyone actually not racist? Is there one person in this world that hasn't made fun of another race, make a snark racist joke? On the subway, I saw people arguing with someone of a different race, they yelled at each other and called each other racist remarks. One man gets off but they still yell at each other. The doors close and the one man shouts that the other man cannot be racist, its not fair to his people, they were slaves (now you know one man is black), all white people are racists, he doesn't give a @*&% about white crackers, racist remarks one right after another. It was as if he were preaching to everyone on the train that he wasn't the stereotypical black man when it was clear that he was advertising himself as this cookie cutter image. I can't say I'm not racist because I am. I can't say my family and friends aren't racist, because they are. People are always trying to achieve this image that they really are not. Does not being racist make you virtuous and normal? It's just natural. I'm not saying racism is right, it isn't, I frown upon it, but I'd be a hypocrite to say I am not.

Sorry, I digressed, but I mean to express my point of glamour and wealth. Even this man on the train, him voicing his opinion on racism made him the topic of many people's conversation that day, including mine, and even now. His fame was directed toward the packed subway train, but it made him known. He may not have made money, but if there were an opportunity, I believe he would've taken it. People say money is the root to all evil, it doesn't make you happy. Well, doesn't it? People aim to gain money most of their lives. Once they make money they live happily, become philanthropists, and find 'love.' There are multiple stories that illustrate men and women who choose each other over wealth, but there's always that moment where the person chooses the wealth, then takes back their choice. Wealth is in their mind. There's a saying that goes, "You'll lose money by chasing women, but you'll never lose women by chasing money." True or not? Women want to be secure, money is their security, men with more money are secure, she falls in love with this wealth... or man, marry him, and lives a happy life of luxury. There's many arguments for this paragraph. Indulge me you sappy heartfelt lovers.

Moving from that, wealth usually gains a certain social status and recognition in a higher society of wealthy people that makes the person known by these exclusive group of people. They may make a donation to a school or museum and then become known to a larger group of people.

Always, humans will revolve around recognition and wealth. I know you want it, I want it too. I lean more toward wealth before recognition. But that's just me. I'd rather be rich and unknown than rich and known. Just saying.

Lacking.

Ever felt that feeling that you're lacking something? I'm there. I'm studying the business of corporate social responsibility and I feel like I have to contribute back to people, going Gandhi here. Just because I feel this way doesn't mean I can just jump out and do something. I feel like to do something so selfless, one, you have to be established in life, two, have enough wealth to help a cause, and three, influential friends who will get the word out. I am far from there. Hopefully one day it'll happen. But, not yet. Goal in life: be a philanthropist.

Tomorrow is the first day of Discovery! I'm so excited. A bit nervous but excited. My boss called me today and said "where are you? all the interns are getting settled in." I freaked out, but it was all just a misunderstanding of schedules. I do start tomorrow. Phew. Good thing though, the career fair was today and I wanted to get out there and give my resume to some employers. Fail. Everyone's looking for interns because they can't afford to pay anyone in this economy. Free labor for the win? I don't even know how the phrase 'for the win' began anyway. Scratch that from any future posts. The philanthropist in me geared toward the Peace Corps, but it's too late to apply to that now, but maybe next year. Keeping my options open.

This Corporate Social Responsibility class is really getting to me. I'm really interested and consistently doing my readings which I can't say I'm quite doing for another class I'm not particularly interested in. Hah. Not telling.

Looking for a part-time job in the meantime as my internship doesn't call for too many hours a week. Where should I work? Retail? blechalskdn. I think I may have to.