In search of the homeless

So, the monk that my mother and I have respected so much and offered alms to has returned after about 3 weeks out of state. I read on his blog [he's the one I wrote about before, so he's pretty young and technologically inclined] that he has foregoed housing at the temple in true practice adhering strictly to the Buddha's practice. So, this meant he's homeless and living in a park. So my mother and I walked to the temple in the morning like we always did. So that's about a 2 mile walk. We then headed for the park on Strathern street, a little less than a mile away. So then we wandered in the park for about an hour, periodically asking people if they've seen a man in orange robes. People just looked really confused. I really respect his determination and beliefs but omg he made it so hard to find him. We didn't find him at the park and decided to head back to the temple. No one at the temple knew if he was back for sure or not, so we just sat there waiting for my dad. His "grasshopper" called me back to tell me that he was indeed back and that he was at the temple's guest house, about ten feet away from where I was sitting. The irony of venturing far and wide to look for someone who's so close. So my mom and I went to see him finally after being somewhat disappointed about a pointless trip. It turns out that all the temple officials convinced him to return to the temple even though he didn't want to. It must be especially hard for him since he's not Thai.

In other news, no wedding plans yet! LOL. That previous post was so in the moment. I mean that I really do see him as the man I would love to marry, but that's a faraway thought considering that I won't get married until I have my next degree finished. But, I really want to know what happens next. :) He's so freaking cute.

And he was talking to my dad yesterday about what to look for in a good wife and all that fun because his friend's engaged and my dad was teasing him. Too bad I interrupted them. LOL.

mushy

Is it weird, but I think I met the man I want to marry. Yes, coming from me it sounds fickle, since I've crushed on so many people and came up with so many lists of qualities I'm looking for. But, I get a weird feeling from this guy - like I would be very happy with him. The thought of him actually made me think about marriage! And I haven't had a crush on anybody in the longest time! And I remember a fortune teller [yes, I believe that stuff] telling me that in this year or the next, I would meet my significant other. So, all signs are seriously pointing to him. AND my parents adore him so much. I've even talked to my mom about this and she wholeheartedly agrees! Yes, he's a customer, which makes this feel a little uncomfortable and weird in that he knows a lot about me, which is different from all the other boys who've passed by in my life [I sound so old and lame]. I feel like such an old lady writing this. But I know I would get a big laugh from this post in 5 years. Who'll I get married to?

 

And why am I so freaking fixated on marriage? I'm an independent woman of the 21st century and I'm still tied down by these archaic notions. Whatever, I have and always will be a sucker for love stories.

 

So let me describe this knight in shining armor:

-a recently graduated dentist [UCLA]

-tall

-cute [that always factors into my reasoning somehow]

-very nice and polite [especially to my parents]

-really simple and down-to-earth

-somewhat quiet

-always talks to me, even when I'm being mean

 

But all in all, I think I just may really be just in the moment and I’ll laugh like crazy when I read this in a week or so.

random jello of thoughts

sometimes i get so aggravated that i think "blank is the bane of my existence." i think i've done this so many times that a lot of things are becoming the bane of my existence: drivers, bad drivers, giftcards, stupid people, applications.....

this was a rather random post.

the hot sun is melting my brain.

help!

ok.

see you next time.

i need to continue writing.

my story

not this random post.

i can't believe i'm writing a story.

do i really know what i'm doing?

of course.

i googled a lot of stuff.

lol.

google.

that's the lifesaver

can you see how random this is getting?

another summer day.

Is Michael Jackson really dead? That's the huge mystery for today. I seriously doubt it. The media is just blowing this way out of control, because - like me - it is incredibly bored on a sunny day. I am bored, very bored. And I have a million things to do! Books to read, things to write, people to call. But here I am, retreating into my little cyber world. That just sounded really weird.

EDIT: ok. he really is dead. RIP

summer 09 here I come!

I really like Project Gutenberg. Who says no to free books? lol. I've been reading and writing a lot lately. I'm trying to read the books I got from the library (yay! I finally went in and renewed my card), the recommended Buddhist books (What the Buddha taught and a lot of things written by Mahasi Sayadaw), the stuff on my Google Reader (I love how organized my online reading is now), French Vogue (Yay! or else I'll forget everything French), and now the old literature I can find on gutenberg.org. And I'm giving my writing desires a shot - isn't that the way to spend a year off? I mean, I always had the urge to write and I always did it whenever I was way too tired to study or focus on schoolwork. So now that I have most of this time on my hands, shouldn't I spend it imparting my worldly wisdom on fictional people? LOL. So in looking at this, I realize I'm spending a very nerdy summer. That and volunteering and summer school! LOL. Summer school looks so odd now that I have finished college. But, the classes sound interesting. The only other things I still want to do are:

1. Learn to meditate

2. Learn Pilates/ yoga/ or the bar method

3. Cooking/ Designing classes

4. A job, not picky anymore

5. SHOPPING!!!!!

my skin!

So my dad has eczema. It's genetic and is part of a family of problems: sinusitis, asthma, etc. I already have sinusitis - so I guess eczema is coming in a few years. Thank god for moisturizers! No wonder I love them so much! LOL

Nostalgia

I was reading an old post and I found some funny stuff - especially this:

Me: I can't stand how he invades my personal space!

You: He's ugly isn't he?

LOL.