The Facebook Dilemma ( A humorous excerpt):

Dear Gentleman (or ladies if this applies to you):

I realize that you may be older, and you may think that you are above the mundane, routine, childish, antics of Facebook, and have thus decided to for-go this medium of social networking.  You should really  get one, you have no idea what you are missing out on.

Most girls, if they see you and are interested in you are not going to walk by with a seductive smile and pass you their phone number on a coffee napkin (we don’t live in movies). In fact, I don’t encourage girls to do that at all. The first move is not our job. But on the off chance we are interested in your charming personality and looks, and we have no way of formally introducing (or even if we did). The most subtlest hint of our intentions can be shown through the simple act of either adding or accepting your friend request. It’s a simple non-committal way of finding out a little bit more about you and what you’re all about.  But If you have decided that facebook isn’t for you….

Just imagine all the potential, in fact you might already be married.

Just Saying

Regina Roy

PCNAK 2011 (a Review)

So I realize that it’s been a quite a long time since I have posted a blog, I blame the business of the summer and my general un-empty house over the past few days and weeks.  Results in less time alone and less time to think. But since I am about to go on a blog rampage, I figure I should start at the beginning….PCNAK 2011..Beware I will be forced to eat some of my words- spoken in a previous post.

I realize that generally I am a PCNAK hater …the kind that used to want to hold up picket signs that read, DOWN WITH PCNAK!- I, no longer have the right to make such absurd statements seeing as I have attended the last two PCNAKS consecutively and this year attended all meetings hosted. I EVEN helped put those random notices that you shove into the back of song books because they didn’t get printed on time…If you are reading this an you threw out those last two sheets in your glossy song book without a second thought, You are no longer a FRIEND.- My fingers are still dry from the thousands of song books and paper handling.

That being said, I must confess that PCNAK, although  I still hold my initial hesitations about the crazy party centric settings where people went to remind themselves that there is a social hierarchy and to raise their standings (or lower) in the big scheme of things, is not a bad institution. This year I was able to see a different side of things. Despite what some want to make PCNAK to be, there are still a generation of people that want to remember God BUT also want the opportunity to make connections with others whether it be new friends, bible study partners, business partners, spouses, etc (you get the picture). I once said why not make it just a social gathering…but what type of Christians are we, if we don’t bring God wherever we go?

Even I have to admit that there is some appeal to meeting a new group of people (not sure how much of that I truly did), or hanging out in a different setting (okay I went to bed pretty early every night…BUT IT’S THE THOUGHT THAT COUNTS). Maybe I feel this way because it’s a break from general routine, I didn’t feel as responsible for the actions of everything and everyone, I could sit in the back and listen to the word, without wondering what’s next. I was able to sing during worship from the seats without having to lose my voice from trying to hit impossibly high notes (I did lose my voice- but we are not going to talk about how). Maybe it was the togetherness, being in the same hotel as a million other malayalees  (this also has many disadvantages). Overall there is a sense of adrenaline pumping that can only come from a large scale conference. So I take back some of the awful, disheartening things I had said previously in said blog…

http://wordlessthoughts-pseudoname131.blogspot.com/2009/07/pcnak-christian-prom.html

Style Crush-Tina Fey

The Many Faces Of Tina Fey- I must say that over the years, I have grown accustomed to Tina Fey's Odd but still wearable "geeky" fashion. She has a look that people can wear everyday, to work, and get many things done. Her fashion doesn't hold her back, just like the world won't either =)

Have A Listen!

Mommy Look! I'm a big kid NOW!

Dear Mom & Dad:

You know something? It drives me crazy when 18 year olds try to advertise their adulthood and tell their parents ..."look I am an adult and I can do what I want." Calm down kid, you have not even seen the world yet, you have no idea what's out there so maybe you should take a step back and breathe!

BUT what do you do when your 23 years old and your parents still think that they need to stand behind every little thing you do...umm hello mom and dad...Im not 18, trying to act like I know everything, I am 23, I just want to let you know, that I do know some things (I would like to concede that I do not know everything- and just because eventually I agree to do things your way does not necessarily mean that if I did it my way it wouldn't have worked).

At what point and time are they going to expect me to grow up?- When I move out of the house (after marriage- to someone who they deem responsible enough to care for me). Uh Oh I see something definitely wrong with this picture.

All my life I have given my parents the benefit of the doubt in caring for me, in choosing the clothes that I wear basically everything.

The past six months I have been hearing the same lecture on what happens when you do things last minute and how things turn out, and why haven't I studied....to which my response is....Im an adult, if I fail out of school its on me, I think eventually you are going to have to believe that it is up to me to decide what is best for my future, cause eventually (LOOOONG LOOONG LOOONG TIME AWAY) I am going to be given the responsibility of deciding someone else's future, and how am I supposed to do that when I am unable to make my own decisions.


The funny thing is, put me in a world that is completely away from my parents, and watch how I roll, If I told some of my friends that I was a dependent baby (they wouldn't believe me).  I know the basic skills of survival, it isn't as if I would just die if left alone. Yes sometimes I do cry, yes sometimes I have crappy days and SOMETIMES I DO NEED TO BE BABIED, but overall I am self sufficient adult and I am going to prove it BY GOLLY!


Love
BIG KID


Ps: let me just say that I do respect you in every way, and love when you share advice (especially when their is a moral story attached- makes face) I am not supporting anarchy of children. I just want to say that you did a great of Job of raising me and now I want to show you were successful.

What's Cookin, Good Lookin?

Slow & Steady Wins The Race

Slow and Steady Wins the Race:

In order to make my food taste better, I would entice my parents to tell me a story with every meal that I ate. If it was a particularly disgusting meal, for example: raw egg-warmed up, the story better be EXTRA good. Come on, you have to admit that a story is the best secret ingredient there is to be had.

It was one morning during a bowl of cereal before school; my dad was up to bat to tell the story. It was an unlikely story of a tortoise and a hair (told in Malayalam-because I was a fob, and didn’t much English- AND YES I WAS BORN IN THE USA), there were a few adaptations that had to be made, like the race started at my house and ended at my aunt’s house which may have been a few miles away. I listened intently as the tortoise (also known as an “AMA” in my language), persevered against all odds to beat the rabbit, which was naturally fast. I thought my dad invented this story for a long time. Can you believe my surprise, when in the second grade there was a TV adaption to my dad’s story?

I thought about this story as I was thinking about the weird turns my life has taken. If you know me, you know that I am always trying to speed through everything, I usually don’t slow down (except when it comes to chores, i.e.: cleaning my room). I sped through undergrad, and was trying to find a way to speed through grad school as well. Look how that turned out (insert face which emoticons don’t have). As I have had several months to marinate over my current life status, I realized I am the rabbit.

Yes, I realize that the rabbit is not the winner in the story and that he/she can be described as foolish. Without even knowing it I became a rabbit in my ambitions to achieve everything in a timely fashion. I wanted to rush through the hard parts and relax when I was far enough ahead. Unfortunately, life does not work like that. You can’t win if you aren’t constantly working, even if at a slower pace. The turtle had several odds against it’s victory, yet it strived to complete the journey at the only pace it knew how.

More importantly, we spend too much time focusing on pace, especially in our culture. There is an unwritten timeline as to when things should be accomplished and at what point you should be at a certain age in your life. The real goal is to complete everything and not how fast it took you to complete it.

Take a step back and re-evaluate your approach to life, are you meeting deadlines and completing checklist without really even thinking about what you are doing? These days I find myself taking deep breaths and reminding myself “slow and steady wins the race.” It doesn’t matter the pace I go as long as I make it to the finish line.