H.R.P. Day 17

Day 17 Reason 17

Ok so this has been covered to some extent but never stated like this. Food experimentation, cakes, breads, custards, basically everything anyone has ever been curious about in the food world would be possible if H moved here. Sigh... what the world is going to miss out on if it doesn't happen.

H.R.P. Day 16

Day 16 Reason 16

More incentive to keep my apartment clean in case she chose to drop by and then judge me on its orderliness. Also, two more days of these. Then I can start real, albeit not as important, posts.

H.R.P. Day 15

Day 15 Reason 15

ugh.... need someone to wake me up when i decide to nap a 7pm

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OMG I love this

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3g-yrjh58ms

H.R.P. Day 14

Well things have been kind of crazy, me being in Miami recently, maybe i'll update on that later, but big shout out to W for that last update.

Here goes...

Day 14 Reason 14

Let's face it, Hummus is not a very lucky person when it comes to avoiding certain disasters (cough... acceleration ...cough). Between tornadoes in the central states, hurricanes in the southeast, and earthquakes in the west, chances are she'll be right in the middle of... something. We have virtually none of that nonsense here making it far less likely a tornado will lift her out of the tidal wave that swept the earthquake ravaged building out of her living room.

"Just come out so we can talk. Or sing about it." -Glee

[warning: rant ahead]

I guess this is an issue that has bugged me for the last 5 years, whether or not I should go be a choral music teacher.

When I was seventeen, I was positive that it was what I wanted to do. I believed in just following your dreams and you would achieve happiness. When I went to sing in a choir for a weekend with some of the best vocalists in the country, the conductor told us, "Don't pursue a career in music if you can see yourself doing something else. Only pursue music if you know you can't possibly be happy doing anything else." At that moment, I had a moment of realization, that this was what I wanted to do, and I couldn't possibly be happy doing anything else. I thought the only thing holding me back was the disapproval of my Asian parents and the oh-so-dramatic threat of being disowned.

At twenty two, having gotten a music degree from one of the top music schools in the country has been a reality check and not in a positive way. I wasn't, and am not, really all that good. Stability was more important to me than I first realized. Some things I really like about my current job are the fact that it's stable, I don't have to work ridiculous hours or be stressed out, and I can basically relocate to any city I want to. If I were a music teacher, it would not be nearly as flexible, if I were to even be lucky enough to get a job. There is usually only one choir teacher per school, as opposed to 10 math positions. My parents should seriously disown me. And honestly? I'm not cut out to struggle. I've never had to worry about money. It's not the same example, but I look at the kids who went to excellent schools in hopes of being on Broadway or in opera, and are singing on cruise ships and theme parks and Italian restaurants. While for many successful singers, that is the first step, I would want to skip that step. If I had to fly myself to ten job interviews, would I still want to keep going? Am I idealistic/optimistic enough to pursue something like this?

A friend asked me if I felt trapped when I think about and prepare to apply for a masters in finance. I don't know if I feel trapped, but it feels wrong. And yet, if I was disowned and unemployed, or disowned and teaching part time in the middle of nowhere Nebraska (not to diss Nebraska, but I am anti-driving-more-than-25-minutes-to-get-to-the-nearest-airport), would I be happy? I really don't know the answer to that.

To end this rant on a light note (credit to..whatever google site I stole this from)

La LA LA!!!

To sum up my trip to Texas...

Half of the cookies and milk buffet at the hotel, served every night... yum!

Table-side guacamole, which they make in front of you...probably the best part of Texas.
Bull statues?
As you can see, I wasn't all that interested in taking photos of people...unless they were making food.