I'm Mid-20s, and my friends are having Babies.

Yesterday, I went to my second baby shower this year. And at all baby showers, girls talk about life. Single women talk about dating ( especially the lack of dating) and getting married, and married women talk about having babies or taking care of babies. At this particular baby shower, none were married and most were not in any kind of dating relationship. So, we could all sympathize with each others.. hahaha..

Its weird to slowly see my acquaintances and friends getting married and having babies, and I ..... am in Dallas, TX. NOT TO SAY that I don't enjoy being single, but its just weird to see them in different phases of their lives; when only a few years ago, these same people were in the same life phase of being single and studying.

Sometimes I am a bit envious because they are going through all these new kinds of experiences, but other times, I am grateful that I can avoid all the troubles associated with those experiences. Ultimately, I have to continually remind myself that God knows what was going to happen to me, and trust God is ultimately working ALL things for good- beyond my short- sightness on things. Cause who am I to question his judgement?

And I am actually enjoying watching others go through these transitions. Because it definitely true being a Wedding Guess is a heck a lot more fun than being in the Bridal Party ( even though I was MIA in planning my own sister's wedding. I get tired just hearing about other girls experiences in planning a wedding )

Anyways, the baby shower was cute. It had its baby cake, the typical party games of measuring the mommy's stomach, and the other what-nots..

However, the cutest thing at the party was this Diaper cake.

This is a picture of the diaper cake from the baby shower. When I first saw it from the distance, I was thinking, " Wow.. that's a lot of money to spend on a cake for a baby shower?" I came up to the cake and thought how mad cute it was to roll up all those diapers and staking them up with ribbons and flowers. Good job!!!!!


AND ALSO:
SHELLY RUINED MY DREAMS OF MOVING TO CALIFORNIA FOR SCHOOL... NOW WHY WOULD I GO TO OMAHA, NEBRASKA ??? THAT WOULD BE LIKE A STEP DOWN FROM DALLAS.. URGGGGG

Vicki's thoughts on love

Shelly is right. Love is a lot different than Lust, and the media/advertisment tries to sell love, when in fact, they are selling them Lust. And people are either stupid enough to believe it, or they don't think real love exists because they have been so hurt by confusing love with lust.

Love takes endurance, takes a conscious commitment, takes real self-reflection, time and energy.

The kind of work it takes to create love and maintain it doesn't sell well in a instant gratification culture - Because you aren't going see this kind of picture selling the newest perfume, clothing line or in a Movie Trailer.

Shelly's Thoughts On Love

What is love? I think over the years I've learned the difference between true love and lust. Love is more subtle and leaves an everlasting impact. It is quiet, peaceful and fills the soul. Lust on the other hand is quick and powerful. It's sexy and can be easily be mistaken for love.  

It also doesn't help that the media portrays love as lust. The media doesn't portray love because "love" doesn't sell. Love is boring while lust is full of drama and excitement. After lust is over the cameras stop rolling. The story isn't interesting anymore.  Am I the only one that finds this wrong? 

What do you think love is? What is the difference between love and lust? 

I'll leave you with this quote...  

"It is clear that we must embrace struggle. Every living thing

conforms to it. Everything in nature grows and struggles in its

own way, establishing its own identity, insisting on it at all cost,

against all resistance. We can be sure of very little, but the

need to court struggle is a surety that will not leave us. It is

good to be lonely, for being alone is not easy. The fact that

something is difficult must be one more reason to do it. To love

is also good, for love is difficult. For one human being to love

another is perhaps the most difficult task of all, the epitome, the

ultimate test. It is that striving for which all other striving

is merely preparation. For that reason young people -- who are

beginners in everything -- cannot yet love; they do not know how to

love. They must learn it."

Rainer Maria Rilke (1875 - 1926)

Source: Letters to a Young Poet, Page: 62..63

Shelly's Recaps Part One: Dating

Khoo and I got married twice. Once in court on November 21st, 2008 and another in front of all our family and friends on June 26th, 2009. Once a week on Thursday, I'll do a recap on our wedding and relationship. These posts will show all the little details and what made the event oh-so-special. 

Part One: Dating 

Khoo and I met at work. We bonded over our work labor and after four months of sharing our souls, we admitted to each other that we liked each other. Even though we liked each other, we decided not to date each other. Both of us wanted to keep a professional work relationship and did not want to jeopardize our careers. 

Khoo wrote this message in myspace during that time: 

"Risks.

Why is it that we're f***ed no matter what road we take?

To take the risk, to plunge into the unknown...

Risk are risk because we can either f*** ourselves over or come out lucky with the greatest of outcomes...

Then again if we don't take the risk, we won't ever feel the backlashes of our failures... but we won't ever feel the warmth of success... which usually leads to what if's running rampant through our minds and unforgettable regrets.

When we choose to take that risk and it goes sour... does that regret last as long as if you never took it?

To live in safety... or to say 'atleast I gave it my all'...

What path would you choose?

I'm so confused..."

After two months of liking each other but "staying friends", one night changed all that and our future relationship. 

It all started when I was watching a movie in Khoo's room. I was in a chair and he was on the floor. He than looked at me and asked me, "Can I kiss you?".  I was shocked. For the past two months I've been dreaming of this moment. However, I never really thought it would of come true. I felt my face flushed. I than felt myself unable to speak. I can't say anything but I nod my head "yes". He than stood up and leaned into my face. He kissed me. 

After that night we started an unprofessional relationship. 

Is this how it sounds when nerds cry?

It a question I've pondered about, and my 3pm call was cancelled on me.
For those who don't speak nerdish (dorks who speak the same), here is a nice hex translator http://home2.paulschou.net/tools/xlate/