Lost in Translation

I remember when I was younger, I found that it was very easy to say "I love you." The question is, how hard is it to say those three little words? I remembered that people use to say those words all the time, even in their early stage of relationship, means on their first day when they declare their "official relationship!" So what? You care about somebody so that means you also love that person. WRONG!!

I remembered when I started dating him. It took him maybe two months before he actually said it, that I started to wonder if the phrase was so old-fashioned that people didn't even say it anymore. When he finally said it, then I said it back. I mean, what did you want me to say? I wasn't trying to be nice, because I'd always knew that I felt the same way. What's the big deal about it, I wonder? What's so hard about saying it? I guess I was just lost.

I finally asked him what took him so long to say it. He looked at me, puzzled. He thought that it was a bit too fast, though he'd been wanting to say it earlier. And I was like, OK, then why didn't he just say it? I explained about my translation of the famous "I love yous" and he just laughed. I didn't get it.

Just like I said on one of my postssome time ago, people say these three little words all the time that they do not even realize or understand what they actually mean. They just say it because it is a necessity in a relationship not just because they want to take the relationship seriously to the next level...I mean "seriously to the next level."

Just because you kiss somebody, that doesn't mean you love that person. Just because you have a crush on somebody, that doesn't mean that you love that person. Love grows. Just like puzzle, you try to solve it by placing the pieces one by one. And when you finally place that one last piece, you will feel this satisfaction because now it is all clear and you can see the whole picture. It's all complete.

After having a long talk about it, then I realized that, "Oh my God," I've been lost for so long. That is not something that should be easy to say. The meaning is different for each person, but it will always be beautiful if it comes from the heart.

I came accross this quote that I really like:

"Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, who calls you back when you hang up on him, who will lie under the stars and listen to your heartbeat, or will stay awake just to watch you sleep... wait for the boy who kisses your forehead, who wants to show you off to the world when you are in sweats, who holds your hand in front of his friends, who thinks you're just as pretty without makeup on. One who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares and how lucky his is to have you.... The one who turns to his friends and says, 'that's her.'”

My puzzle is finally complete!

Life in DC

It's been a while since I wrote my last post. Some things have changed. Aside from graduating from school, moving for a job, being away from him, reuniting with my bestfriend (though only for a couple of months), life's been pretty interesting, I must say. Loaded with ups and downs, but hey, that's life I guess.

I moved to DC last February to work as a contractor at a broadcasting agency. I do a lot of work, it's ridiculuous. If I have a weekly task list, it will have:

1. 15 news translations
2. daily news reading (15x a week, three ore more times a day, every half an hour)
3. three shows to host
4. one music/movie report (started with script writing, voicing, and developing)
5. one english program
6. another script to write (which include calling people for interviews)
7. two inserts (which include script writing, voicing, and developing)
8. one discussion program
9. two weekly program reports
10. and the list goes on and on and on

Yes, that's what I pretty much do every week among other things. I work in a cubicle, where you can sort of see half of people's head in the other cubicles when you lift your head up a bit. My cubicle belongs at this corner where all the young people work. It is so much fun but there is also a twist for that. Unfortunately, my cubicle is right in front of the entrance, which makes me look like a receptionist. Everyday, I will be the first one to say and answer good morning or goodbye to everyone with a little smile on my face, though my brain's tired. I'm getting good at feeling them, cause now I can tell when they're having their Monday blues or when they haven't had their morning coffee. Not only that, though we have two entrances, random people, including the UPS guys or other delivery people always enter from the entrance right in front of my cubicle and ask me questions that I can't answer, like where the Korean service is or whether they should exchange 5,000 rups into US dollar (which equals less than 50 cents)! That's why sometimes I pretend that I don't see them when they walk in, though it's a little hard sometimes.

Plus, people who walk behind me, including my boss, can actually see what I'm doing or what I'm browsing on the net! Don't worry it's not what you think, but checking my personal e-mails, friendster, and gossip blogs every 15 minutes can help you go through the day. Thanks to that little minimize button on the corner of a browser page and also my "sensitivity," cause now I can feel when people are walking to my cubicle and with my skilled finger, I can just hide those unwork related pages and back to work.

My cubicle is also used as a meeting point for everybody. For some reasons, they just love to talk and loll on the cubicle, or just stand there to see whether my boss or the other colleagues are at their office or cubicles. It is always fun to see everybody, though there have been a lot of awkward moments, lol. My friend who sits in the cubicle next to me loves to play with knives and other interesting "toys." He loves to throw knives to the wall or ceiling, which scares me at first, but now I'm used to it and I look at it as the amusement of the day.

There are lots of other fun stuff at the office, such as having a "lunch party" or coffee time together. That's pretty much how I describe work.

Through work and interviews I got to know a lot of new people from aroud the states. This week I' m doing a story about this talented bass player, Reza Saleh, from Fullerton, CA. After talking and chatting with him a couple of time, it turns out that he's my brother's in law "uncle" (they're actually the same age). What a small world, I must say.

That's pretty much how I live my life here in D.C. More stories and thoughts coming, cause I'm going to continue watching "Three's Company" Marathon on TV!! Have a great one peop!