Quote of the day.



“What I do today is important because I am exchanging a day of my life for it.”–Thomas Simmons

Action Required

(courtesy of Better Homes & Gardens)

If you asked any of my friends to describe me, I can almost guarantee that the words “domesticated” and “crafty” would not come up. At all.

This is completely true.

Yet, for the past three years, all I’ve been doing is compiling endless lists of recipes to make, DIY projects to try, etc. I almost feel more domesticated because of all the time I actually spend scouring the web for all these ideas. My “Food to make” Pinterest board is growing daily. One of my biggest (and somewhat legit) excuse is that I don’t have all the tools that I need. I don’t have all the cookware available, I don’t even have the basics (i.e. salt, pepper, soy sauce, butter, etc). I keep telling myself, Once you get married, you can finally start building up the kitchen you never had because you’ll have a permanent home to call your own. I keep telling myself that but I really don’t know if it’s in my nature to even do it.

For the past six months or so, my roommate and I have kept a somewhat regular schedule of cooking for the house. Most of the credit should go to her since she does all the actual cooking and I’m the professional bag-opener and vegetable cutter. We’ve had many dinner-almost-burned-but-quickly-salvaged-at-the-last-second moments but honestly, it’s a steep learning curve for me. Mostly because I still spend 10 minutes just trying to figure out where a basic kitchen utensil is.

However, at the end of the day, it’s all about the willingness. The willingness to take that first step to actually trying. The willingness to actually be okay with messing up and accepting it as part of the learning curve.

Here’s to taking baby steps and making it count.


Writer’s Block

Last week, a dear friend of mine sent me an article that talked about the discipline and motivation of writing. To sum it up, the article encouraged you not to write for yourself but write for your reader. I never thought about that. I always assume there’s maybe a total of two of you who read this and maybe that’s why I didn’t have the motivation. Well, to those two people, here is my vow to try to discipline myself into writing more frequently. That’s also what I said in the last 9 posts of mine so realistically, this will be post #10 where I claim to tell myself that I’ll write more.

I will write what I know so…..get ready for a lot of wedding-related posts since that consumes my mind maybe 90% of the time (sad).

Let’s start slow. Let’s aim to post once a week Diana. It can’t be that hard.

Life update

Apologies for being so absent on this blog. Life got in the way.

This summer has been quite eventful. Here a few things that happened (hence, the absence from the blog)
1. Work became super busy as we doubled our team from 4 to 8 in a matter of 1.5 months. Lots of training but lots of fun growing our family at work.
2. A plethora of friends came to visit this summer (hosted friends every single weekend in August and still hosting a few more in Sept!). It was really great just to catch up with friends that I’ve been limited to seeing just 2-3 times a year now that I live in NorCal and don’t have the time to fly home.
3. Had a family reunion that took me on a mini tour of Asia including Singapore, Thailand, Malaysia and Taiwan. It was hectic having 19 people under one roof but it was definitely a memorable trip.
4. I got engaged. After 3 years of dating, the love of my life popped the question (on my birthday no less) and we are getting hitched next summer. Wedding planning has officially begun and I am terribly bad at it.
So there you have it. That’s my summer in a nut shell. I’m looking forward to an upcoming trip to NYC/DC and a number of other things. I’m really thankful for where God has taken me on this journey. This year has been a huge blessing in terms of friends, family, and the lovely fiancee. And we still have 4 months to go!
I’m definitely excited to see how the rest of the year will pan out but 2011 is shaping up to be pretty awesome. I’m speechless with how much God has blessed me.

An old church friend of mine posted this on his Facebook last Fri, after the announcement that gay marriage would be legalized in New York. Beautifully written and sums up how I felt about the news (but in much better words than I could have ever written)

Hello world, I am a Christian. I stand unrepentant in my faith in Jesus Christ as the truest representation of God. Unfortunately, many who would agree with that first claim would not agree with this one: that Christians may be one of the greatest purveyors of pain in the modern world. Forgive us, for many who claim to be Christian do not, in fact, follow Jesus. And those that are trying, especially me, frequently get it wrong. I choose to represent both these groups today and humbly proclaim, “I am sorry.”

I am sorry that though we claim to have a God of love, we live as though he were a god, stingy in love, who, if you were lucky, might just have enough love for you after me. I am sorry that though Jesus came to serve and suffer, we have instead come to coerce and conform. “Step into line,” our cold eyes say, “or you can’t become one of us.” I am sorry that Jesus came to heal, yet where we go, the people need healing. I am sorry that we have not looked more like the one we claim to follow.

I apologize on behalf of the parents, pastors, authority figures, who, in the name of Christ, have condemned you, shamed you and exposed you; kicked you in the teeth when you were down and threw you naked into the street. Jesus would have come to you with a blanket, tears in his eyes and a tremor in his voice. I apologize that I was not there in his place.

Jesus said “love your enemies” and “turn the other cheek,” not “love your cheek” and “turn against your enemies.” Jesus said “love one another” not “love just each other.” Please forgive us for controverting the words of God so that we lost their power and forsook their meaning. I reclaim their audacity today.

On pride day, I stand with you, my friend, and acknowledge your pain, especially the pain that I have caused. I leave the side of the Church and stand in solidarity with you as beloved daughters and sons, made in the image of God and worthy of glory. You are beautiful and holy and wondrous and radiant. You are worthy of love, made for love, and know love. Behold, you are an eternal soul whom God loves. And as for me; teach me to love.

(via Facebook)

10 years today

A lot can happen in ten years. And the last ten years flew by really quickly. Nothing revolutionary happened (although you did miss 9/11 by a few months) but life happened. I graduated high school, college, and went to work. I moved to Norcal. I discovered people who I could call my lifelong friends. I went through many personal discoveries about myself. I grew up. I met a guy. And so forth. By most accounts, I have a normal life that is sometimes exciting and sometimes not.

Even so, I still wish I could share it with you. I spent the last week thinking about how I wish you and I could meet right now. I thought about what it would be like to have dinner with you and have an adult conversation. You would share your business wisdom with me, I would update you on my life and ask for your advice. I’ve been told many wonderful things about how you were as a businessman and friend by countless of the church elders. I only knew you as my dad. Now that I’m an adult, I wish we could meet now. I wish I could see your character as an adult. I wish I could introduce you to my boyfriend. I think you guys would really get along.

I also think about how different my life might have been if you were around for the last ten years. How would you have influenced my life? Would I be where I am today if you were still here? Would I have made different choices, choices that were influenced by you? What would you think about the person I’ve become?

I have all these questions that I’ll probably ask you when I see you again in Heaven. Until then, I’ll always wonder, I’ll always think about you, and I’ll always hope that you are proud of how I turned out (or how I will still turn out).