40days.

늘 감사하자, 그러면 더 감사할 일이 생긴다.

Lent started yesterday and I always gave up something every year but after much thought, I've decided that this year, I'm going to commit to DOING something instead of giving something up.

I will fast lunch and read at least a passage of the Bible every day. 

Starting with 1 Corinthians.

The first passage I read was aptly titled, "Thanksgiving."

 ⁴ I always thank my God for you because of his grace given you in Christ Jesus. ⁵ For in him you have been enriched in every way—with all kinds of speech and with all knowledge— ⁶ God thus confirming our testimony about Christ among you. ⁷ Therefore you do not lack any spiritual gift as you eagerly wait for our Lord Jesus Christ to be revealed. ⁸ He will also keep you firm to the end, so that you will be blameless on the day of our Lord Jesus Christ. ⁹ God is faithful, who has called you into fellowship with his Son, Jesus Christ our Lord.

-1 Corinthians 1:1-9

Hopefully I can encourage some of my friends to read the Bible by means of my blog.

Cheers and Thanks,

Cheryl

anxious.

"nothing diminishes anxiety
faster than action."

My body is in the offices of a law firm in midtown Manhattan assisting a team of hardass litigators, but my mind is at home on my laptop doing more research, reaching out to more people, and planning more details for a business that is still somewhat only a wild dream but is starting to really have tangible potential.

Waiting for news on a shipment I'm expecting from Korea... hopefully this will be the real start of something extraordinary.

Pray for me if you love me.

Cheers,

Cheryl

PS: Whenever I'm feeling discouraged by the situation or by people around me, I pay a visit to one of my best friends' blogs.  Terrence is making them moves and it's inspiring.  Hopefully I can visit him in China soon...

PPS: I just realized two of my absolute best male friends have both started their own businesses.  One was one of my best friends in America since the 5th grade and another was my closest male friend in Korea.  I am just now realizing the similarities between the two of them.  How interesting...

quick thought #29.

you never know how much keeping in touch with people will pay off but...

today, i'm realizing it pays off a lot.

smiles.

so, so right.

Everything about this is just so, so, SO right. 

The lengths, the textures, the colors, the socks, the shoes, the bag; how did she do it?

jam-free guarantee.

so what happens when it jams?

I clicked "new post" to begin writing a blog entry, not because I had another thought to jot down, but only because my blog's been abandoned for about a week now and simply put, I felt bad.  Then, a co-worker started freaking out a few cubicles down from me, about how her "jam-free guarantee" stapler was jammed.  At first I wanted to tell her to shut up and call Staples, until the pretty hilarious irony of the situation hit me.

What makes anything guaranteed?  Why bother with guarantees?  If it's "guaranteed or your money back," you're basically buying a product with an insurance policy.  Anything that needs insurance is something you should reconsider.  Red flag, for sure.  I mean, of course everyone has 100% faith in anything they're trying to sell for a quick buck or two, leading them to add the easy "guaranteed or your money back!" line at the end of their lengthy infomercial.  My question is, do they employ this not-too-clever marketing ploy knowing their product sucks and will ultimately fail to up-keep the guarantee or do they do this because they geuinely believe in the everlasting powers of what they're trying to sell? 

I promise I'll be by your side forever.  I guarantee you'll love this restaurant.  I swear I've never said anything bad about you behind your back.  I just want you to believe what I am saying.  Maybe not forever, but in this very moment, where I am speaking using only my mouth and not my head because I just really need you to believe me, I am going to employ words of all sorts of extremity (no, not an arm or a leg) just to have you believe me for a second.

We are so eager to have people believe our every word and so quick to assume they'll listen and eventually nod in fervent agreement, that we don't stop to think about the chances of actually having to give them their money back when the situation goes awry and the stapler jams (was that a run-on sentence?).  What if they don't want their money back?  What if they just wanted you to keep your promise of "jam-free guarantee"?  They took a chance when they believed you.  Rarely do they want that chance given back; they just want you to keep your promise.  You know, money is an easy one.  Just fork that cash on over and the transaction is done with only the hope of satisfaction left with both parties.  But is it possible to give back trust or respect or love or another chance?

A few recent situations I got myself into proved to me that a few good relationships, no matter deep or shallow or in-between, have this powerful possibility.  The outcome is left to be seen.

This post was a pretty awful attempt at illustrating what, in my mind, is a super intricate knot of thoughts.  Damn.  One thing's for sure, I don't want people putting up mental red flags when I speak to them about something I'm trying to be completely truthful about...

Cheers,

Cheryl

smile on my face.

it's been a long two days
lacking in smile and laughter.

Sounds so dramatic, doesn't it? But alas, 'tis true. Yesterday and today were absolutely the busiest days ever at work for me. I am just taking a breather now to blog about something quickly. I think my blog has been void of some mom & pop lovin' recently so let me take a second to fill that void.

I see my parents every weekend but last weekend I wasn't feeling well enough to make the bus trip to church so I stayed home. I saw my dad today to pick-up my tax return forms and my fatigue, stress, and overall lack of energy dissipated upon hearing my dad's voice go, "Yo, Jinjin."

HAHAHAHA WHY IS HE SO CUTE. He was dressed in a black undershirt, red sweater, black fleece jacket and daddy also got a spiffy new haircut. He looked like he just stepped out of our living room, not his office! Anyway, it was a burst of energy in an otherwise long week/day. Seeing him smile, hearing him laugh, listening to him nag me about how I was dressed, aaahhh it was such familiar comfort, and that's all I needed to make the trek back to my office and finish the day's work.

Another moment of absolute heppiness (rather, hilarity) happened a few minutes ago when my mom responded via blackberry to an email I sent her. I responded back with "whoaaa mama you're using your blackberry to email nowww?!" and her reply back read: "Of course cus I da COOL mommy kkk"

HAHAHAHAHAHA my parents kill me. I live for these folks, seriously.

Friends, most (if not all) of us live in the busy hustle bustle of New York City, away from the two people who (literally) made us. They gave us life; let's take a second out of every day to make them feel alive.

Cheers,

Cheryl

word.

step-by-step. let's get it done!