Today in e-Bomb's World

Will work (hard). Please hire.

e-bomb — Mon, 08 Mar 2010 19:40:44 +0000

She possesses: outstanding written & oral communication skills, is bilingual in English & Chinese, has international work experience, strong work ethic & team work skills, motivated to take initiative, excellent analytical skills, up-to-date computer skills, flexible, adaptable, rich background in diversity, natural interpersonal skills, has a … See Moreknack for coordinating resources for solving problems, detail-oriented and organized, confident, sound judgment and leadership skills, tenacious and will not give up easily.

Feel free to hire her for anything.

I Want That!

e-bomb — Mon, 01 Mar 2010 05:38:46 +0000

I want to be an Office of International Affairs international student advisor or Office of Multicultural Academic Success academic advisor at University of Oregon!!!

After a bit of time (a year? two? ugh, I don’t want to get stuck in Eugene for too long though …), I will have enough experience under my belt to get similar jobs like that at other institutions no matter where I move to. This is yet another way to help me become more independent and more mobile!

PLEASE give me a chance!

Last Day of February

e-bomb — Mon, 01 Mar 2010 04:59:03 +0000

It was a lovely Sunday! Beautiful weather, bike ride, Tammy, Mexican Mocha, approved to put photos at local coffee shop for display/sale, long phone convos with my brother and cousin, caught up with some friends, GREAT Vagi-logue rehearsals, another convo with parents, delicious leftover pasta, and The Schnookum Pie Eater is coming home in a couple of hours! YAY!

My Guerrilla Attempt

e-bomb — Thu, 25 Feb 2010 02:58:53 +0000

I am trying real hard to live a life of courage and hope, of preparation and readiness, of passion and learning. What better time to do so than now, when I most need to be living such a life? In this job-hunt, I am no longer content with being the scared little pawn. I am taking charge, planning like a general and executing like a sergeant. For every one negative thing I say about my efforts, I say at least one positive thing to counter-balance it. For every unsuccessful attempt, I identify at least one way to improve or to ask questions about. For every list of strategic action, I make a list of fun things to look forward to.

Here’s to charging!

Again, a Woman Should …

e-bomb — Wed, 24 Feb 2010 22:38:25 +0000

Even though I don’t agree with some of the things in the all-famous “A Woman Should …,” I am still going to re-post it again just for the sake of (the idea of) empowerment for women, men, and everyone in between, whether you are L, G, B, T, I, Q or Q.

Things I am working towards are asterisked, which is practically everything.

And please bear with my editorial comments in burgundy.

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE
one old love she can imagine going back to, (not fond of this idea, but it illustrates case in point)
and one who reminds her how far she has come.

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE
* enough money within her control to move out and rent a place of her own,
even if she never wants to or needs to.

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE
* something perfect to wear if the employer or date of her dreams wants to see her in an hour. (Sorry, but if you want to see me, you’d have to tell me more than an hour ahead of time. I have a life, too.)

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE
* a youth she’s content to leave behind.

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE
* a past juicy enough that
she looks forward to retelling in her old age.

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE
* a set of screwdrivers, a cordless drill,
and a black lace bra.

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE
one friend who always makes her laugh
and one who lets her cry.

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE
* a good piece of furniture (or jewelry, for that matter)
not previously owned by anyone else in her family.

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE
* eight matching plates, wine glasses with stems,
and a recipe for a meal that will make her guests feel honored.

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE
* a feeling of control over her destiny.

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW
how to fall in love without losing herself.

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW
* how to quit a job, break up with a lover,
and confront a friend without ruining the friendship.

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW
* when to try harder,
and when to walk away.

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW
that she can’t change the length of her calves,
the width of her hips,
or the nature of her parents.

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW
that her childhood may not have been perfect,
but its over.

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW
what she would and wouldn’t do for love or more.

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW
how to live alone,
even if she doesn’t like it.

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW
whom she can trust,
whom she can’t,
* and why she shouldn’t take it personally.

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW
* where to go,
be it to her best friend’s kitchen table,
or a charming inn in the woods,
when her soul needs soothing.

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW
* what she can and can’t accomplish in a day, a month, and a year.

Some Thoughts

e-bomb — Sat, 09 Jan 2010 08:30:52 +0000

“The truth is somewhere in between.”
“Balance is key.”
“Don’t worry about getting lost. Nobody else knows where they’re going either. Just enjoy riding your waves.”
“Say yes! Say yes to it all! *Except for when you want to say no. In that case, say yes to saying no.”
“Always follow your instincts.”

“I pledge allegiance to the Body of Elaine, and to her Mind and Soul for which they stand: one Spirit, under god, indivisible, with happiness, love and life for all.”

Frankly, I think YOU are blind

e-bomb — Wed, 09 Dec 2009 22:19:41 +0000

What a strange song with such a foreign concept about love! But what did I expect … it’s a number by Amy Winehouse.

“I Heard Love Is Blind”
from album Frank

I couldn’t resist him
His eyes were like yours
His hair was exactly the shade of brown
He’s just not as tall, but I couldn’t tell
It was dark and I was lying down

You are everything – he means nothing to me
I can’t even remember his name
Why’re you so upset?
Baby, you weren’t there and I was thinking of you when I came

What do you expect?
You left me here alone; I drank so much and needed to touch
Don’t overreact – I pretended he was you
You wouldn’t want me to be lonely

How can I put it so you understand?
I didn’t let him hold my hand
But he looked like you; I guess he looked like you
No he wasn’t you
But you can still trust me, this ain’t infidelity
It’s not cheating; you were on my mind

Yes he looked like you
But I heard love is blind…

Stand Up

e-bomb — Wed, 09 Dec 2009 21:57:46 +0000

We are just trying to stand up, to be our own people, our own man or woman, our own entity — and the journey never stops. It is a very powerful thing … and overwhelming at the same time. And we often confuse it with the pitiful and depressing idea of “from this point on, I will be alone and by myself,” when it really isn’t like that. We are learning to be WITH ourselves and to BE THERE FOR ourselves.

It’s not so much a matter of FINDING ourselves; we’ve always been ourselves. We have been ourselves since the day we were born, when we were growing up, when we experience other people, things, events. Those are all reflections of the same person.

It’s a matter of shedding our old skin to make room for the new, to allow ourselves not to be content with living in our past, but instead, allowing the past to live within us without using it to define ourselves.

By extension, it’s also a matter of letting go of the gavel, of foregoing judgment on others, which empowers us to not judge ourselves, so that we can be open to new teachers and lessons coming from outside and inside of our lives, as well as old lessons that return to give us new perspectives.

The holistic act of standing up, from physically standing up to emotionally, mentally, financially, intellectually, and spiritually standing up requires every small bit of strength and courage — and faith — that WE CAN.

It will not get easier as we move along, … but learning to LOVE the journey will.

Real Life

e-bomb — Wed, 09 Dec 2009 18:26:30 +0000

PS. I finished my finals at 9:30am today. In fact, what’s more important is that I finished my bachelor’s degree today … an 8-year journey, weaving in and out of here and there. And now, I’m ready for my “real” life to begin.

This Body Isn't Me

e-bomb — Wed, 09 Dec 2009 18:24:21 +0000

This body isn’t me.

It is what I have, but what I have doesn’t define who I am. I am really just a soul, which resides in my temporary home, taking temporary ownership of temporary things to help me work in this temporary time for something, which, hopefully, can remain more permanent than me.