Here Comes the Bride, But Who's the Groom?

I had the weirdest dream this morning. I was getting married (complete in my bridal regalia of a white v-shaped dress with a princess skirt, veil and a very long train with silver earrings and a tinge of blue on the bow of my dress for my "something blue" effect) to a tall guy with a slender frame. There was only one problem: I didn't see his face! I've had many a dream like this and I'm very baffled as to why those dreams are the way they are. Would you want to kiss a groom with a faceless identity? It makes me want to bust out a crystal ball just to see if I can figure out who the mystery husband is. LOL! However, I did the next best thing: I took out my handy dandy book entitled 10,000 Dreams Interpreted or What's in a Dream and here's what I found:

Bride: "For a young woman to dream that she's a bride foretells that she will shortly come into an inheritance which will please her exceedingly, if she's pleased in making her bridal toilet." Toilet, in this case, according to the dictionary, means "to dress or groom one's self."

Veil: "For a young woman to dream that she wears a bridal veil denotes that she will engage in some affair which will afford her lasting profit and enjoyment."

After reading the analysis, I've come to the conclusion that it was a positive dream even though the groom's face couldn't be seen. That's okay, I guess. Isn't a wedding always about the bride? J/K!

Pushing it to the Limit

I have a bone to pick with Asian American parents. I understand that many of you came to this country to have a better life for you and your children, but can you please not be so narrow-minded as to the types of careers you want your children to have? Not all Asian American kids want to grow up to be a doctor, nurse, lawyer, judge, etc. These are all wonderful jobs, yes, but please understand that you need to let your children choose the careers they want to have for themselves instead of you picking it for them. I understand your need for success and to live the American Dream, but when you're telling your child that they have no choice but to become what you want them to be, you're stripping them of not only their potential, but their own dreams. Not only that, but you're also putting a lot of pressure on your offspring's shoulders. Sure, some Asian American kids will be more than happy to heed their parents' wishes, but there are also some who will do it to please their parents and when they do, the idea of failing you can become a burden that can become too much to handle. What if they try to be the people you want them to be, but are unsuccessful despite their efforts, are you going to scream and rave and tell them what a disappointment they are to you? Perhaps you should take a step back and let your kids do what makes them happy.

i'm such a spaz

It's funny how one comes across things that they've forgotten about. As I was walking around in my room this morning, I stepped on a folded piece of paper and when I opened it, I started laughing. It was a copy of an excerpt from a book by Kent Nerburn titled Letters to My Son. Lo and behold, it was about falling in love. I'm such a dork when it comes to these things--in other words, I'm a hopeless romantic whose in love with love. Is that a crime? Anywho, it's pretty long, so I'm just going to include some of it here.

It's a mystery why we fall inlove.

It's a mystery why it happens.

It's a mystery why it comes...

Sometimes, hopefully at least once in your life--the gift of love will come to you in full flower

and you will take hold of it and celebrate it in all expressive beauty.

This is a dream we all share.

More often it will come and take hold of you, celebrate you for a brief moment, then move on...

If you find yourself in love with someone who does not love you, be gentle with yourself.

There is nothing wrong with you.

Love just didn't choose to rest in the other person's heart...

How you deal with love is how you deal with you,

and all our hearts feel the same pains and joys,

even if our lives and ways are different...

Remember that you don't choose love, love chooses you...

Love has its own time, seasons, and its own reason for coming and going.

You cannot bribe it or coerce it, or reason it to staying.

You can only embrace it when it arrives and give it away when it comes to you...

Love has always been and will always be a mystery.

Be glad that it comes to live for a moment in your life.

If you keep your heart open...it will come again.

Where My Heart Is, Will It Be My Destiny, Too?

Fate: "the will or principle or determining cause by which things in general are believed to come to be as they are or events to happen as they do."

A month ago, I rented the romantic comedy, "Serendipity," which stars John Cusack and Kate Beckinsdale as two individuals who reunite years after the night they first met, fell inlove and separated, convinced that they would one day end up together. It was my second time watching the movie, but since it had been years since I last saw it, I didn't mind watching it again. The movie was cute, but what blew my mind was how much the plot resembled my own life. It was very surreal. I felt the chemistry between Jonathan (Cusack) and Sara (Beckinsdale) and the pain of not knowing if you'd see each other again after your first meeting. More than anything, I related to how both characters had the feeling that they were going to end up together; it was depicted through "signs." Among them, Sara walking down the street and seeing a poster for a performance of Jonathan's favorite band and Jonathan getting into a cab and hearing the name Sara. Jonathan and Sara were in relationships in the movie, but it was obvious that their hearts, no matter where they were in their lives, were with each other. In one scene where Jonathan goes to see Sara in San Francisco days before his wedding and is outside her home, he asks his best friend, "what am I doing here?" The best friend answers: "Maybe you're here because you don't want to be standing somewhere else." I won't spoil the ending for those who haven't seen "Serendipity," but after watching it, I was convinced that the movie was a sign that what I"ve known in my heart for all these years is going to happen. To this day, there isn't a time when I'm not reminded of the one that got away. Sometimes I wonder if someone up there is playing a cruel joke on me. The more I try to forget this person and let him go, something always pulls me back. No matter where my own journey in life takes me, I know he'll be there at the end--even if it's not in this lifetime.