March 27, 2006

Hands

And because every other post has to come from the hopeless romantic inside of me...

Hands (by Jewel)

If I could tell the world just one thing
It would be that we're all OK
And not to worry 'cause worry is wasteful
And useless in times like these.

I won't be made useless
I won't be idle with despair
I will gather myself around my faith
For light does the darkness most fear

My hands are small, I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
And I am never broken

Poverty stole your golden shoes
It didn't steal your laughter
And heartache came to visit me
But I knew it wasn't ever after

We'll fight, not out of spite
For someone must stand up for what's right
'Cause where there's a man who has no voice
There ours shall go singing

My hands are small I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
I am never broken

In the end only kindness matters
I will get down on my knees, and I will pray

My hands are small I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
And I am never broken

We are never broken
We are God's eyes
God's hands
God's mind
We are God's eyes
God's hands
God's heart
We are God's eyes
God's hands
God's eyes
We are God's hands
We are God's hands

Posted by Brice at 10:38 PM | Comments (0)

Growing Up is Hard to Do...

There was a 90210 (Beverly Hills 90210 - that is) episode the featured all of the characters re-making the old song - "Breaking Up is Hard to Do"... And while I did grow up in LA (Studio City - 91604), I did manage to avoid thinking that high school was made up solely of Luke Perry(s) and Tori Spelling(s)... While I did manage to avoid thinking that high school was supposed to be one long soap opera, for some reason, that song : specifically, that rendition of that song has managed to reside in my memory for the last 15 years or so.

So - as I write this post, just remember that in the back of my mind, I'm singing "Breaking Up is Hard to Do"...

That being said... Growing Up is Hard to Do (really!). At this point, I'm stuck (realistically) with three choices. Go to Cornell. Go to Virginia. Don't Go at All (reapply for next year). The right answer? I wish that I could by a clue right now. (maybe dial a lifeline? opt for 50/50?).

You may ask why this decision has anything to do with growing up... and the sad part is that it has everything to do with growing up. First, as I do not yet own a house, puppy, or expensive car - it is the first significant financial decision that I have to make. (if only my parents were willing to pay for my education one more time). Second, I've always been able to rationalize my decisions out to "I'll worry about it after business school". Why I don't have expensive furniture? because I'll worry about it after business school. Why I prefer chocolate ice cream to vanilla? well. that's just because I like chocolate - but I could just as well chalk that up to waiting to finish business school as well, since that's how I have put off all of my other major decisions. Lastly, there's the point that I'm running out of runway to decide on what my career is. Most people only get one degree. Some people opt for two. It takes the especially indecisive person (e.g. me) to go for the trifecta. What do I do if I don't like my post MBA career? go for another masters?

I guess the irony is that my entire life, I have been clammoring for more choice. Well. To be fair, my parents had me believing that I didn't want to choose for the first 18 or so years of my life. But since then, I have wanted to have a choice - and now that choice scares me. (but for those of you who have known me for a long time, this shouldn't come as a surprise).

Anyways... Growing Up is Hard to Do...

Posted by Brice at 10:32 PM | Comments (0)

March 19, 2006

FS: Two Parents, Slightly Used...

For Sale:
Two Parents, slightly used.
Normal wear and tear.
College educated.
Very asian.

Looking for two parents in exchange, or best offer.
Contact me for details.
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To be fair, they're not bad parents. In the grand spectrum of parents, I could have done far worse (having gone into industrial engineering, I see the world only in distributions right now). I just wish that they could see the world through my eyes right now.

Having not gotten in to any of the top 10 business schools. Comments I wish that my parents wouldn't say are: "You should apply to Wharton, all of your cousins got into Wharton". or... "Your aunt says that it's easy to get into Wharton".

Taking a step back, I realize that the very notion of self confidence isn't high up in asian culture. But still, is it too much to expect that they meet me somewhere in the middle, and respect what little self confidence that I have?

I guess that it's time to go back to the white wine in coffee mugs. At least it isn't going to ask me when I plan on getting married =)

Posted by Brice at 11:06 PM | Comments (0)

Wine in Coffee Mugs

I am a genious.

I'm having a bad enough weekend that I'm sitting here drinking $6.00 white wine (at least it's a NY Finger Lakes Region Riesling) - out of a coffee mug. =)

I did manage to fix the light bulb in my refrigerator (that was the highlight of my weekend).

The lowlights (in no particular order).
- Cornell lost to Harvard in the ECAC Hockey Championships
- Cal lost in the NCAA Basketball Tournament
- And, while I was busy mourning that lost, they decided to reject me for business school.

There's more out there. Just wait for the next post.

But in the meantime - I am a genious. I discovered how to drink wine in coffee mugs, and not consider myself as a alcoholic - and I fixed the light bulb in my refrigerator =) (I'm down to the little things in life)...

Posted by Brice at 10:59 PM | Comments (0)

March 05, 2006

Stars and the Moon

(I heard this song being performed byThe Jeni Fleming Trio in Red Bluff last week, and I thought that it was really cute - it's meant to be funny)

Stars and the Moon...
(By Jason Robert Brown)

I met a man without a dollar to his name
Who had no traits of any value but his smile
I met a man who had no yearn or claim to fame
Who was content to let life pass him for a while
And I was sure that all I ever wanted
Was a life like the movie stars led
And he kissed me right here, and he said,

"I'll give you stars and the moon and a soul to guide you
And a promise I'll never go
I'll give you hope to bring out all the life inside you
And the strength that will help you grow.
I'll give you truth and a future that's twenty times better
Than any Hollywood plot."
And I thought, "You know, I'd rather have a yacht."

I met a man who lived his life out on the road
Who left a wife and kids in Portland on a whim
I met a man whose fire and passion always showed
Who asked if I could spare a week to ride with him
But I was sure that all I ever wanted
Was a life that was scripted and planned
And he said, "But you don't understand

"I'll give you stars and the moon and the open highway
And a river beneath your feet
I'll give you day full of dreams if you travel my way
And a summer you can't repeat.
I'll give you nights full of passion and days of adventure,
No strings, just warm summer rain."
And I thought, "You know, I'd rather have champagne."

I met a man who had a fortune in the bank
Who had retired at age thirty, set for life.
I met a man and didn't know which stars to thank,
And then he asked one day if I would be his wife.
And I looked up, and all I could think of
Was the life I had dreamt I would live
And I said to him, "What will you give?"

"I'll give you cars and a townhouse in Turtle Bay
And a fur and a diamond ring
And we'll be married in Spain on my yacht today
And we'll honeymoon in Beijing.
And you'll meet stars at the parties I throw at my villas
In Nice and Paris in June."

And I thought, "Okay."
And I took a breath
And I got my yacht
And the years went by
And it never changed
And it never grew
And I never dreamed
And I woke one day
And I looked around
And I thought, "My God...
I'll never have the moon."

Posted by Brice at 04:53 PM | Comments (0)