Done. Done. And done.
I hope I do not have to go on another interview for a looong time.
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| Faye Dunaway for Vanity Fair |
Now we wait for the winner.
my twenties: figuring it all out
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| Camilla Akrans for NY Time Style |
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| Flavia de Oliveira for Elle Spain |
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| I'm sure my laptop would fit snugly in a Birken. . . Olivia Palermo |
Over the last couple weeks I started playing Chess (on my iphone) and I have become rather addicted to it. I am naturally a competitive person so I hate losing, and chess has been proven to be a major challenge for me. It's interesting in that, unlike other games, every move has certain consequences. You have to be able to predict your opponents next couple moves and you have to strategize on, not only how to protect your King but, how to attack the opponent's King. In a lot of ways, I can relate this back to economics and international tax. . . Hmmm, I'll save that for a rainy, idle day (doubtful).
10:10 a.m. Throwing on my heels to rush out the door to head to a wedding

Preparing for judgment day tomorrow evening... 



Just did my mock interview and oh god did I need it. On one side of the table was a poised, charismatic, and eloquent Asian woman. On the other side was a scared, clueless, and I-speak-like-a-teenager Asian girl. Yes, guess which one I was. Although I soaked in all her constructive criticism, and was very glad I did a practice interview before I approached the real thing, my interview confidence feels a little trodden on...okay, a lot trodden on. This transition into the corporate world is going to be difficult. What do they say? Fake it till ya make it. I need to practice professionalism and get that teenage twang out of me= speak like a pretentious British woman, not a fake California girl.
I finally finished 1 of 2 exams yesterday. I pushed myself through the 4 hours+ of frantic, nonstop typing and made it through an hour of LA traffic, but when I finally reached the elevator of my apt. . . it all fell apart. I started to feel nauseous and I spent the rest of the night in bed with a headache. At first I was mad that I couldn't physically get out of bed to prepare for my mock interview later this evening, then I felt upset that I wouldn't have time to get all the studying done for my next exam, then I felt frustrated that I've been spending my life booking my calendar with goals and events that can make a normal person go crazy. When I finally stop worrying about one exam, I start to worry about being prepared for a mock interview (yes, a "mock" interview- it's not even the real thing), then on top of that, I start worrying about my exam next Monday, and to top it off, I freak out about how I won't be prepared for the interview of a lifetime on Tuesday. . . all this just added to the pounding sensation in my head. All I could do was lie in bed and cry until the pain went away and the voice inside my head would shut up. Quitting was never an option. . .why? because I reach the point where I want to raise the white flag always when victory is near. Never at the beginning and never at the midpoint, but always towards the end. 
I am excited to say that I got an interview with one of the most prestigious law firms in the field of labor law through OCI!
While idly reading my facebook stream updates earlier today I stumbled across an old friend's sister's profile status which linked to her blog (oh the degrees of separation in our social networks nowadays). She had shared with the world that she was making the conscious decision of not only donating her long locks, but that she was shaving her head to raise money and demonstrate her solidarity with kids who have cancer (via St. Baldrick's Foundation, which raises money to fund research in finding the cure for children's cancer). I was so flabbergasted (for lack of a better word) that any girly girl, especially the girls I know from Orange County, would ever do such a thing in her lifetime! It's one thing to cut off your hair but you're in an entirely different group to shave off your head for charity. The beautiful thing is it didn't take an affected person in her family or group of friends for her to do what she is doing. This is all entirely out of the goodness of her heart, for the sake of children who were not as fortunate to be dealt the same cards as us. 
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| Cancun Countdown: 4 weeks, 6 days. |






"And success, I believe, comes in a myriad of packages and with various types of wrapping. Please continue to aim high and strive for your best, but learn to embrace, and revel in, your unique successes. Compare not to others. This will be difficult but valuable, I promise." -Brook Shields at Princeton's 2011 Commencement

I'm starting to have random mental Polaroids of things I've done in the past- of the small gestures I've made or the stupid things I've said. I find myself experiencing feelings of embarrassment, and the awkward discomfort of "why did I do that?" Although they were all minor and no big deal, I reflected on why I was thinking about all this stuff suddenly and why I didn't realize at the time time how unlike me to say or do those thing. I'm speaking in the abstract because it's not the substance of what came to me that actually really matters, but just the whole concept of what was going on.
Recap. Anthony Weiner. John Edwards. Arnold Schwarzenegger. Tiger Woods. The list goes on. Instead of expressing all this disgust and hate towards these douche bags, I'm going to try to take this in a different direction.