For More People in 20's and 30's, Home Is Where the Parents Are

By TAMAR LEWIN

Published: December 22, 2003


On the job, James Navarro seems to be a model of mature adulthood. At 30, he is an appellate court lawyer in Brooklyn, working 50 hours a week on research to help judges decide cases.


But look at the rest of his life, and the picture becomes murkier.


Mr. Navarro lives with his parents in Queens. His mother packs lunch for him a few times a week. His bedroom still has his high school baseball trophies and a giant stuffed bunny that was a present from a former girlfriend. On weekends, he plays touch football and goes drinking and clubbing with his two best friends ?both about his age, fully employed and living with their parents, too.


"When I was in college, I thought I'd be married by 24 and have a house and kids by 30," Mr. Navarro said. "Now I think the idea of being an emotionally developed male by 24 is ridiculous. I want to get married and have kids someday. But I don't feel any pressure that it has to be soon."


Mr. Navarro is no loser: he is funny, good-looking, charming ?and typical of his generation's slowed-down approach to adulthood. To some extent, the data tells the story. Nearly all the traditional markers of adulthood, including marrying, getting a college degree and moving out of the family home, are occurring later than they did a generation ago.


The shape of life for those between 18 and 34 has changed so profoundly that many social scientists now think of those years as a new life stage, "transitional adulthood" ?just as, a century ago, they recognized adolescence as a life stage separating childhood from adulthood.


"There used to be a societal expectation that people in their early 20's would have finished their schooling, set up a household, gotten married and started their careers," said Frank F. Furstenberg Jr., a sociology professor at the University of Pennsylvania. "But now that's the exception rather than the norm. Ask most people in their 20's whether they're adults and you get a nervous laugh. They're not sure."


Sociologists say there are several indicators of this state of mind. Nationwide, the median age of first marriage, which hovered around 21 for women and 23 for men from the 1940's to the 1970's, has risen steadily since to 25 for women and 27 for men.


Education takes longer. Only about a third of those who go straight from high school to four-year residential colleges graduate four years later. With so many young people taking time out to make money or change direction, most education experts now use six-year graduation rates as their benchmarks.


Perhaps the most striking change, though, has been in the proportion of young adults nationwide who live with their parents. To be sure, the numbers remain small ?about 14 percent. Nonetheless, between 1970 and 2000, the most recent census, the percentage of 24- to 34-year-olds living with parents or grandparents increased by 50 percent. During the boom years of the 90's, the trend reversed slightly among those in their 20's but held steady among those in their 30's.


The Census Bureau's Current Population Survey shows that the numbers are on the rise again. The trend is most visible in New York ?30 percent of the New York-Northeastern New Jersey area's 22- to 31-year-olds live with their parents ?followed by Los Angeles and other large, expensive cities.


The changes raise many policy concerns, chief among them that most American institutions are still built around the idea that people in their 20's are fully autonomous. Young adults coming out of the foster care system, or the juvenile justice system, get no continuing support. Health insurance cuts off, even for 20-somethings in affluent families.


Then, too, the longer transition to adulthood has striking implications for parenthood.


"Parenting used to be thought of as a life stage of about 18 years," said Robert Schoeni, a professor at the University of Michigan who works at its Institute for Social Research. "If it means continuing support for 30 or even 34 years, that's not always comfortable for parents who were raised under very different conditions and were expected to be on their own much earlier."


 


For More People in 20's and 30's, Home Is Where the Parents Are



Published: December 22, 2003


(Page 2 of 3)



In part, Professor Furstenberg and others say, the longer transition to adulthood reflects an economy in which most jobs that pay enough to support middle-class life require years of advanced education. For most young people, that means years of semiautonomy, in which they piece together loans, part-time jobs and whatever money their families can provide. Many spend their 20's and early 30's shuttling between college and work, professional school and travel, community service and internships, never earning enough to settle down, marry and raise a child.










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"I think it's great, and really important, to take time to date and travel and hang out with your friends," said Elisabeth Levy, 28, a catering sales manager at a private club in Midtown Manhattan. "This way, when you do finally settle down, you're really ready, and you don't wake up at 33, married with two kids and a house, and trapped, like `How did this happen?' and `What did I do with my life?' "


Those living at home, even if employed in good jobs, often describe their arrangements as sensible and mature, in that instead of throwing away money on rent, they are saving money toward their future. And if, meanwhile, they are back in their childhood bedrooms, working at low-paying jobs to save enough to continue their educations or buy homes, they say, that is no tragedy.


For many, the 20's are a floating, flexible, exploratory time.


"For the last few years, my life has been so up in the air," said Jennie Schneier, 24, who works part time in public radio. "Several of my friends have started applying to grad schools. One is applying to three different types of grad school ?law, business and photography ?to see where she'll get in.


"I find grad school appealing, too, because I like the idea of settling into something. But I don't have any idea what to study."


Ms. Schneier, who has lived with her parents for three years, recently moved from an unpaid internship to a job where she is paid one day a week. "Sometimes I think it's ridiculous that I'm about to turn 25 and can't support myself," she said. "I've regressed a little since I've been back with my parents: If I'm home by 6:30, there's dinner on the table. And my dad does the laundry."


The Research Network on Adult Transitions, a team of social scientists directed by Professor Furstenberg and financed by the MacArthur Foundation, has for years been gathering data on 18- to 34-year-olds: when they reach the traditional markers (later, throughout the Western world), what they think constitutes adulthood (self-sufficiency, a full-time job and an independent household, but not necessarily marriage or children), when they feel most adult (at work), how much support they get from their parents (on average, $38,000, or $2,200 a year from 18 to 34).


The return to the nest of children in their 20's and 30's can be a jolt for parents. Several parents with newly returned children, who would not be quoted by name for fear of hurting their children's feelings, agreed that despite the pleasures of having their offspring close at hand, their return had been stressful and, in some cases, disruptive of their plans to sell a large home, retire or move.


Suddenly, they say, everything is up for grabs: Who will be home for dinner? Who will cook dinner? If a parent is wakened at 2 a.m. by the smell of cooking, and rises in the morning to find no milk for breakfast, dirty dishes in the sink and a house full of sleeping 20-somethings, what is the right response?


 








For More People in 20's and 30's, Home Is Where the Parents Are


Published: December 22, 2003


(Page 3 of 3)



Many parents face not one departure and one return, but a revolving door, as one after another of their offspring leaves for college, returns, leaves for graduate school, returns, moves for a job and returns again.


At the Navarro household, in Maspeth, Queens, all four grown children are back home: James; his two brothers, 27 and 25; and their sister, 23.









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"Michael, the 27-year-old, talks about moving out, but he never does it," James Navarro said. "It doesn't make me feel too much like a kid to live there. As I've gotten older, I appreciate my parents more."


Still, it is not the life Mr. Navarro envisioned. In high school, he was a star athlete, good enough, he thought, for a professional baseball career. To that end, he chose St. Thomas University in Miami. But his baseball dreams did not pan out, so after graduating he returned home and spent two years working as a security officer in Midtown Manhattan.


"I knew I wouldn't be doing that too long, but I didn't know what I would do," he said, describing a state of mind that seems to descend on many of his generation as they leave college. "I thought about teaching, social work, working for a nonprofit, but law school seemed the most challenging."


Most of Mr. Navarro's closest friends remain unmarried, he said, and not quite ready, at least financially, to set up households.


"I've only been to one wedding in the last three years, and that was because a girl I know wanted me to go as her date," he said.


But one of his best friends is in a relationship that has become increasingly serious. And hanging over their lunchtime banter is the first tinge of awareness that they may be getting a bit old for the lives they lead.


"On New Year's Eve, sometimes, we have these motivational talks," Mr. Navarro said. "We'll say, we're getting older, we can't go to these places with teeny-boppers anymore."


They laugh and begin talking about the weekend football team. They are asked about the age range of the other players.


Mr. Navarro gets a look of mock alarm: "Who's the oldest? Oh, no, is it me?"


 


 


jeezus...i swear im not a loser....

ass kissing gets you really far really quick...


why not?

after a rough birthday friday...i was basically hungover and bedridden the rest of the weekend....dUH~...


thanks guys =)


 


and...people ask me if i feel older....or call me "old man"....or if i've aged...


first of all..IM NOT OLD...and i dont feel old one bit....i never understood why people always say "i feel soo old...omg im getting older"...my goodness..GET A GRIP>...


song : ben harper - with my own two hands


          cody chesnutt/roots - the seed


 


i love the nytimes magazine.....


 


 


 


 


 

sorry guys (victor)....the bi-annual triple kiss has been postponed till next week...


annie tells me jkao has finals...and will not be able to make the festivities tomorrow night...


everyone tries soo hard to stray away from ktown...yet i find those old school drinking establishments calling my name every so often...from my first puke to my 24h YEAR OF PUKING...shall we make it another night in ktown though??


after a very very productive night out with the homies...ekhym and allpro-vietboarder...the main topic of discussion couldn't stray too far from that of all young adults....sex (and all its subsidiaries)....this time we chose to combine the profane with genitalia, ultimately creating the vivid inside joke....gawd im getting sick thinking about it....


drum roll please...


TWISTED TESTICLES...


bewildered by the pure nature of the event...and having heard about the incident from a mutual friend...all pro viet boarder blurted the random "DID YOU KNOW..........." .....my goodness....after i scraped up snot off the dashboard...and ekhym getting lost in the epic tpkes of jersey...the conversation became interesting...


i shared the intimate stories of a close friend of mine getting Twisted Testicle....at summer school one year 1997......my most vivid memory of my friend KEN WOO (we lost touch but he might stubmle across this...hahah)  at a mcdonalds at quincy market...writhing in pain in one of those booths...all scrunched up and tucked under...sitting there..not eating....just grabbing his stomach....


u know when you drnik too much and get "the sweats" the next day....well..he had the sweats all day....nto to mention it was the middle of summer...90 degree heat....and all i could do was laugh at him...and ask him to desscribe his pain...hwo it happeend....what the hell is TWISTED TESTICLE>..he kept telling me of not being able to sleep...can't focus...can't shower...can't pee...can't do anything...and the more i witnessed his story...the harder i laughed...it was a purely inconceivable notion at that time..(and maybe it still is..cuz im laughing as i type...).....he was whining about not being able to shower...touch it...poke it...OW OW OWWWWWWWWWWWWWw.....then after going to the docotr adn realizing it was tiwsted.....and that THERE IS NOTHING YOU CAN DO BUT LET IT UNTWIST ON ITS OWN (if it gets worse..then testicular exploration is necessary...).....oh man..if only you gusy heard his voice when he described teh doctor poking at his balls..HAHAHa....and when we knew it was tested..."why dont you just untwist it....just touch it..move it..bang it...jiggle the leg..."...HAHAHAHA....


oh man..eventually it got better...but jeez..that was hilarious....i hear MOFOTOFU has had it before too....someone check out that page...


here is the real explanation


http://www.pedisurg.com/PtEduc/Torsion_of_the_Testicle_or_Testis.htm


im definitely gnona get it myself for typing all this...gawd im going to hell...HAHAHAHAHA.....


 


 


in other news..


anyone see schillings contract clauses??


http://sports.espn.go.com/mlb/columns/story?columnist=stark_jayson&id=1683054


now here is tran's new clause:


1. if trans trip to houston is a failure...then i willl personally administer AUDI


2. if tran can't sell his flower bed...then i will sell it for him...or donate to charity


3. any overtime bonus money will be donated to big and tasties....


4. if tran doesn't go the distance...and not guerilla warfare...he will be spared from typical audi...and get blue audi....


okay..enough of that...HAHAHA


...song - JEFF BUCKLEY-hallelujah, radiohead, garbage...


 


 

::just gave the john a tumlutous beating::


as sadistic as it sounds...sometimes the feeling of being tremendously hungover in the morning at work feels good...(might be a sign of alcoholism)


i don't mean it in a physical feel good kind of way...but in a mental im still young and partying it up any time any place...party still going on in my head....you pump the music loud enough over here..and u never know...i'll jump up on my desk and dance in my cube...


 


 

i tried writing lyrics this weekend~....again...A FAILURE...


while you're writing - how do you overcome those immediate counter thoughts of  "this sounds soo cheesy"..."this sounds just like something else"..."oh goodness...corny"....i've definitely tried to free write to get all this junk out and then find that gem in the rough...those few quality lines amongst the BS....


not to mention..that songs aren't all about depth and inner meaning of words...it also needs a certain rhyme scheme...syllable counts....fitting the measures...counting the beats..interludes..chorus'...and...though redundancies are fine...too many sound make it sound like a shitty rapper...but then the beats make up for it i guess?


ahh..that also brings me to ask....lyrics v. the music....


definitely never been one to listen to words of songs...love the music/the beats/the sounds of melodies and harmonies....and now that i play more contemporary stuff...i listen for the intricacies of music layering...avoiding the essence of the words...a big chunk of the song is missed out on....bleghhh...


no...i dont write love songs....incapable of that stuff for now....why??...ahh.. 


 


letter ONE from  rainer....read from "dont' write love poems..."


Letter One
Paris
February 17, 1903

Dear Sir,

Your letter arrived just a few days ago. I want to thank you for the great confidence you have placed in me. That is all I can do. I cannot discuss your verses; for any attempt at criticism would be foreign to me. Nothing touches a work of art so little as words of criticism : they always result in more or less fortunate misunderstandings. Things aren't all so tangible and sayable as people would usually have us believe; most experiences are unsayable, they happen in a space that no word has ever entered, and more unsayable than all other things are works of art, those mysterious existences, whose life endures beside our own small, transitory life.

With this note as a preface, may I just tell you that your verses have no style of their own, although they do have silent and hidden beginnings of something personal. I feel this most clearly in the last poem, "My Soul." There, something of your own is trying to become word and melody. And in the lovely poem "To Leopardi" a kind of kinship with that great, solitary figure does perhaps appear. Nevertheless, the poems are not yet anything in themselves, not yet anything independent, even the last one and the one to Leopardi. Your kind letter, which accompanied them, managed to make clear to me various faults that I felt in reading your verses, though I am not able to name them specifically.

You ask whether your verses are an y good. You ask me. You have asked others before this. You send them to magazines. You compare them with other poems, and you are upset when certain editors reject your work. Now (since you have said you want my advice) I beg you to stop doing that sort of thing. You are looking outside, and that is what you should most avoid right now. No one can advise or help you - no one. There is only one thing you should do. Go into yourself. Find out the reason that commands you to write; see whether it has spread its roots into the very depths of your heart; confess to yourself whether you would have to die if you were forbidden to write. This most of all: ask yourself in the most silent hour of your night: must I write? Dig into yourself for a deep answer. And if this answer rings out in assent, if you meet this solemn question with a strong, simple "I must," then build your life in accordance with this necessity; your while life, even into its humblest and most indifferent hour, must become a sign and witness to this impulse. Then come close to Nature. Then, as if no one had ever tried before, try to say what you see and feel and love and lose. Don't write love poems; avoid those forms that are too facile and ordinary: they are the hardest to work with, and it takes great, fully ripened power to create something individual where good, even glorious, traditions exist in abundance. So rescue yourself from these general themes and write about what your everyday life offers you; describe your sorrows and desires, the thoughts that pass through your mind and your belief in some kind of beauty - describe all these with heartfelt, silent, humble sincerity and, when you express yourself, use the Things around you, the images from your dreams, and the objects that you remember. If your everyday life seems poor, don't blame it; blame yourself; admit to yourself that you are not enough of a poet to call forth its riches; because for the creator there is not poverty and no poor, indifferent place. And even if you found yourself in some prison, whose walls let in none of the world's sounds - wouldn't you still have your childhood, that jewel beyond all price, that treasure house of memories? Turn your attentions to it. Try to raise up the sunken feelings of this enormous past; your personality will grow stronger, your solitude will expand and become a place where you can live in the twilight, where the noise of other people passes by, far in the distance. - And if out of this turning-within, out of this immersion in your own world, poems come, then you will not think of asking anyone whether they are good or not. Nor will you try to inte4rest magazines in these works: for you will see them as your dear natural possession, a piece of your life, a voice from it. A work of art is good if it has arisen out of necessity. That is the only way one can judge it. So, dear Sir, I can't give you any advice but this: to go into yourself and see how deep the place is from which your life flows; at its source you will find the answer to the question whether you must create. Accept that answer, just as it is given to you, without trying to interpret it. Perhaps you will discover that you are called to be an artist. Then take the destiny upon yourself, and bear it, its burden and its greatness, without ever asking what reward might come from outside. For the creator must be a world for himself and must find everything in himself and in Nature, to whom his whole life is devoted.

But after this descent into yourself and into your solitude, perhaps you will have to renounce becoming a poet (if, as I have said, one feels one could live without writing, then one shouldn't write at all). Nevertheless, even then, this self-searching that I as of you will not have been for nothing. Your life will still find its own paths from there, and that they may be good, rich, and wide is what I wish for you, more than I can say

What else can I tell you? It seems to me that everything has its proper emphasis; and finally I want to add just one more bit of advice: to keep growing, silently and earnestly, through your while development; you couldn't disturb it any more violently than by looking outside and waiting for outside answers to question that only your innermost feeling, in your quietest hour, can perhaps answer.

It was a pleasure for me to find in your letter the name of Professor Horacek; I have great reverence for that kind, learned man, and a gratitude that has lasted through the years. Will you please tell him how I feel; it is very good of him to still think of me, and I appreciate it.

The poems that you entrusted me with I am sending back to you. And I thank you once more for your questions and sincere trust, of which, by answering as honestly as I can, I have tried to make myself a little worthier than I, as a stranger, really am.

Yours very truly,
Rainer Maria Rilke


 


 


im such a sucker for online shopping.....anymore online coupons?

what in the world is an e-prop....what value does this add to ones life...


useless functions in the world...someone gimme a TOP 10 please...


 


song - travis indefinitely


book - katherine graham (this books 'rocks')


the indian salad guy who makes and tosses my salad everyday at the cafeteria downstairs commented on my sweater then asked to go shopping with me...jeezus, i no longer want to get tossed salads downstairs anymore...


coors wingman commercial...hilarious..


they should make a coors commercial hailing the porcelain god the morning after a rough night...hoards of corporate whores rushing to the bathroom 4 or 5 times an hour ...with flashbacks of the night before....and then once teh day is over....ready to do it all over again.....


"here's to rough mornings"  - drink responsibly....


yankees should have kept nick johnson...giambi is useless....


 


 


 

i'm posting........

while i post....


SONG: SAVES THE DAY - FREAKISH (67 when you get your cD...u better love this song!!!!)


FOOD: cosmic cantina constance burrito.....hahaha...."can i get a sunflower please...." (remember that one annie?)


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khym......yes...saving all steam for long posts.....and since you wrote "stooofff" im gonna have to tell a lil anecdote about that one


kat...the only way i can lure u to hang out is with twinkies....so i guess i wont see you ever......wait....mebbe i got a secret weapon afterall.....CAMELTOE TEA!


siham...haha....just wait till i get a chance to dedicate a whole page to you....a big reason i got this thing mr siham "the man" chen



part 1: MATCHING


match the playa to the description


(playa's can be used more than once...or not at all.....)



1. hoan "aznluva4life" tran (see pervious entry)


2. victor "dirty" hsu


3. will "the thrill" lee




4. hanky panky franky also known as numba3



5. me


6. THE ZHONG yao ming aka "dulicious" (ILL GET SOME PIX OF YOU..DUN U WORRY)


7. lardy larry chen


 



8. "the mayor" (of htown) ANDREW CHUNG (see pervious entry)



dESCRIPTIONS


a. within 2 seconds of entering a party...this guy dissappears...find him later w/3 chika's (hint: his fav word is 'honestly')


b. prefers canines..........


c. it's okay that he's a snob....He's pretty with pretty shoes!!....(not only that...esther said that you're amazingly photogenic..."while i was looking through pictures..."whoa who's that....oh my god its")


d. women ask him to dance......and he delivers the LIFT


e. women want him to go to the poconoes with them....


f. will only date women if he likes their boobs and their ability to drink liquor


g. doesn't like humans....angels only.....(hint: his favorite chip is doritos)


h. makes the girl crash to the floor when dancing with them...HAHAAHAHAH


i. "it's like fire and ice man...hot and cold....."...YHDS


j. if u're heads too big...don't even think about talking to him


k. he's got funny balls...comic strip in his pants...



part 2: the weekend?...


fart/camelback/snowboarding/SMIRNOFF ICE/funny balls/glad wrap/jungle fever/fart/16yr old girls (here's a calling card...call me whne u're 18)/sort shit out/unfinished business on the lift/chuh chuh chuh cHILLL.....RELAX........pipppen....u too...RELAX/tight asss in snowpants/make sure you do your exercises everyday *STRETCH*/chugging always leads to good things/JANE IM GONNA GET YOU NEXT TIME/yao's chinese interpreter....i think thats all i can remember for now.....


hey alvin...dont you wish you could have came?...oh wait....i forgot...u said..."....everyone else bailed out...so it was just me and 2 girls in a house the whole weekend"...........DAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMMMM


part 3:...THE FAT PROJECT


a few weeks ago....someone asked me what my new years resolution was.....i really didnt have any...i have a couple of short term goals..but not really something to fix or change..not that i shouldn't have any...i just didn't give it any thought because of the new year...but...i thought of losing some weight like any other person....and here's a lil twist on it...


if you ever get some time...go to www.thespark.com and check out the science tests and human experiments...most of you probably have taken some kind of personality test from that site....in anycase..this FAT PROJECT is pretty hilarious....while being a bored intern 2 summers ago....i checked this site daily just to read and check out the progress of these 2 people......so..in essence...mabye i'll post pictures of myself!..hahaa..and make it a lil test....when i figure out the rules and stuff i'll post more...of course weekends would be added bonus....10 beers equals ##inches to the waist.....


SONG interruption: INCUBUS -  I MISS YOU (acoustic version)  don't we all love brandon??!....DUH~


one guy tested....of course imma need to find a girl subject....hmm......or maybe forget this whole weight loss thing....maybe i should just try to recreate the 30lbs in 30 days.....OOOoOOo...someone sponsor me for this one!@#!@.....60lbs in 60 days..HAHAHA..FEE FI FO FUM!!@#@!


part 4: FANTASY SPORTS (i think im gonna have to dedicate this one to wHL1)...hahaha..im gonna have to add this picture



hahaha....okay...im gonna have to post on this subject later....this picture is cracking me up.....btw...the relevance of the dedication and the person you see above mr WHL1.....is that he is a recovering fantasy sports addict...jeez..this picture is before he was introduced to the world of fantasy sports...imagine how he looks now......


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part 5: INSOMNIA


cannot sleep...no james im not going through depression!!!(hahaha..maybe i should post about tuna one of these days....)


....mt creek today....esther is awesome on the slopes....GOOO KHYM.....



part 6:


.....anecdote on "stoooofff" will have to wait...u guys need some background information on the summer....


TEAM STOOOFF V. UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH NANA NANA (hahaha....double meaning to that one)


mah neck...mah back...


boston.....


BRUISE ON THIGH....


why you always gotta call that kid on my phone...........!@##@!


i'll post pictures......=)



SONG INTERRUPTION : duke ellington and john coltrane....the feeling of jazz....


k...BLANKIE TIME!


RANDOM STOOOFFF>......mah neck...mah back.....


1. i really might have ADD..HAHAHHA...my mind always wanders on tangents...esp when people tell me long stories that require tons of build-up or background info...but honestly it's not that im not listening...brain rotates on about 8 cylinders...overlapping one another think VENN DIAGRAMS...takes an extra second to sit...then i respond....(mentally)


2. clear communication vs. ignorance.........I CHOSE IGNORANCE...why?....ehh..most likely because what i am ignorant about i feel is petty....but i really do mean well..so please dont get mad


3. lyrics!!....im starting to listen to lyrics??...my goodness....i'll post some excerpts:



  • not part of the song but....this is a song about uhmm...talking to the person you haven't even met yet...maybe they're rolling around in the hay with someone else....but they're not as good as you'll be....YOU JUST GOT TO WAIT YOUR TURN!@##@!!#

  • ...swim in a deep sea of blankets...

  • ...with your hands on my waist AND YOU KISSED ME LIKE YOU MEANT IT>......

hahaha...im a whiny emotional sap.....uhmmm...gimme a break...dUH~


4. esther's birthday present....0 ISLANDERS V. 5 DEVILS....i hope you had fun!@#!@@!#@#



---be wary of the condom hat....esther i know you hate it but i love you all the same....=)......which reminds me....y'all can't see that she has 'jam pong' hair!!..hahahaha......of course i need to explain what jam pong hair is...so...


5. JAM PONG!!!!



okay annie...i really had to put his picture up...u can beat me for it later...I LOVE JAM PONG...urgh...*muah muah*


6. art of burning cd's for people.....


my goodness do you guys not realize how much pressure there is when someone asks you to make them a cD...we're talking audio cd...not some sissy mp3 cd where you can just put a million and one songs on it....but we're talking a compilation of ur most prized songs...but a list that is contoured to fit the other persons aurical genre....



  • read HIGH FIDELITY!!!....

  • for some poeple sharing music is everything to them...for me...it's a big deal..but come on...i'ts just music...get over it..hahaha....did i forget to mention that im not big on lyrics?...so no real personal attachment that i can or cannot share with someone else.....SING LAUGH WALLOW SCREAM AND ENJOY

  • a cd holds about 16 songs....jeez...first you narrow a list of 1 BAJILLION songs down to about 100 ...then kind of cut it down from there.....and then after the songs are picked and burned...u better not be listening to your list....cuz you're gonna wanna keep replacing songs!!...although...i dont know if gut instinct is the right way to go in this situation either..it's a ..gamble all in all..."the thought that counts right?"

  • after the songs are picked..there is the ORDER of songs that must be put in place...i mean....u wanna think about whne the person is gonna listen to it..u dont want someone to put it in their car on the morning drive and...BOOOM...."WELCOME TO THE JUNGLE"..i mean...come on...u need gradual progression....but that doesnt' mean put the best songs all the way at teh end either....

  • then there are the miscellaneous songs that just dont fit on the cd at all...diff languages..or diff beats..wehre the hell are you supposed to add those jammies in.....

i think thats all i can think of for now...let me give some thanks to those poeple who have attributed to my sudden musical CRAZE


all started with nell....../67/allgood/b2gi/DCC/dOp.........


7. best friend for the week...mr DREW CHUNG....hahaha...i stare at this picture of you everynight before i go to sleep...*swooon*



8. what post can be complete without a picture of my gf....(DU..u're gonna enjoy this one....)



...ever since GEETAR SEASON....havne't been able to attack the literature...but i swear i will....kerouac..ugh..i'll finish it one day....def gonna give lord of the rings another swirl.....convo with god..is lagging....try to finish it by this week..as you can see...the really LOW ATTENTION SPAN is kicking in.....duH~....i'll go read some more....


8. how many of you out there..take DIETARY SUPPLEMENTS>..or specificallly WORKOUT SUPPLEMENTS?....including power bars and stuff....u really think it works?...and how do you feel when you stop taking it.....


9. sports illustrated v. ESPN the mag......U TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK!


10. who wants to go snowboarding with the boys this weekend!?!@?#!?@....more...if u wanna join the fun....gimme a ring...or email....


11. being spoiled is relative.....is it not?....ugh...leave me be...


12....HAHAHA....they say im getting deep.....HAHAHAHAAHa...



okay..no more posting....30 min into this post and im kind of sick of xanga.....=)

kimbo!!!


beebong!!!

hahaha...yes clara...i do love this article....maybe it will help me pick up chicks...DUH~...



one more article....my gawd...u'll recognize this immediately if u've read this before...if this is your first time reading it....HAHAHAHAHA



It was an Illustrious evening. I had just returned home from my trip to Boston, tired and uncleansed. The nite moved slowly as I joined Alex for a study session at the library. Seemingly, after 2 hours of laborous studying, I was to head home, shower and sleep. Little did I know, the nite had yet to begin.
   As I returned home after devouring a wholesome corn-beef sandwich, I quickly signed onto AOL. The hours past by and conversations with Jeff and Alex helped pass the time. The hours flew by like minutes. Around the hours of 5 and 6, a warm, familiar voice informed me that I have some mail. Well it was that "You've got mail" guy. I eagerly checked my mailbox to see who would write me a letter at such an early hour. Totally oblivious to the subject matter "Teens", I opened the mail and read the informative descriptions of many promising advertisements. As I read on, I saw a eye-catching, highlighted text labeled "Click Me". So I clicked away.
   Sites and sites of luscious women, spread eagle, eyeing me to do the inevitable. But I couldn't, I had my pride, the promise to myself, the promise to the unlucky winner on Christmas, and etc. What was I to do? Click on? Why not?
   Videos, clips, images, live feeds, stories; all soo tempting. I should have went to sleep after visiting that last site, "Swedish Babes Fuck and Suck". Sheesh, what was I thinking. Click Click Click Click *Freeze*. Oh NO! My computer froze! No more women, no more teens, no more fuck and suck. I guess it was for the best.
   I restarted my computer and headed for the shower, preparing for my 5 hour power nap. As I stepped into the shower and turned on the water, the images of those "Swedish Babes Fuck and Suck" crowded and clouded my mind.
   Two weeks had gone by since the last time I smaked dat shiet. I stood in the shower with the water trickling down my body. Before long, streams of white lava jetted out from underneath. It was unbelievable, UNSTOPPABLE! It was like a fireman hosing down a BLAZING fire, yet, with ease, as if the hose had powers beyond the supernatural.
   My resolution to wait until Christmas had been broken and I realized that I could not torture myself forever. From then on, I would revert to my old self and do what I've been doing since the begining of childhood. SMAK DAT SHIET!!!!!!!

i'm gonna start posting!!!!!



....how do you guys find me?....jeez...i left one post and i got 6 comments?....jeez..this is a real MEAT market in here ehh?


i think im gonna post everytime im DRUNK...hehee....that'll be QUITe OFTEN!@#?@!#?.....


....if im gonna start posting....here's the first article:



 Not long ago, a friend of mine had her heart temporarily broken.  The man in question was the sort of guy who used Kiehl's moisturizer, wore silk underthings and spent his Saturdays preparing six-course Asian fusion dinners > > for friends. Despite the frouffy trappings, he had  been expertly jerking her around for months with all the wordless dominance of an illiterate lumberjack. My friend, of course, was a goner. "Look, the man buys organic lemongrass he's obviously gay," I said in a lame attempt to cheer her up.  "You're wrong," she said, with a miserable sniff. "That's the problem. He's  not gay. He's just a bit gay." I knew immediately what she meant, because I am a sucker for it myself: The irresistible allure of the slightly gay heterosexual man. Today's ideal male strikes a delicate balance between manly and fussy.  He is the sort of guy who watches hockey wrapped in a pashmina throw. Who drinks neat bourbon while listening to Debussy. Who looks good in a sarong. Or a jock strap. Or both. He is Just Gay Enough -- a term coined last year by Talk magazine, and a concept familiar to all well-heeled urbane women of an



uncertain age. This does not simply mean that a ll-placed



bowl of edamame on a bachelor pad coffee table is the new Spanish fly. The perfect Just Gay Enough man must keep > > his feminine side in check. Every woman has her limits -- my personal feeling is that straight men should attend Broadway musicals only if dragged by women and children they love, that they should floss, but not bleach, and that they should never, ever be prettier than me. The Just Gay Enough man is decidedly, at key moments > boorishly, straight.I speak as a woman who once fell hopelessly in love with someone on basis of 


a) his extensive collection of post-structuralist > > literary theory (I was in first year, okay?)


b) his hometown hockey pennant and


c) his table manners. "You want him to be a little gay about things," 


theTalk article states. "you want to be able to have a guy who knows the wall should be painted periwinkle and also knows how to do that himself. The perfect man could pull up to your house on a Harley, needing a shave, and tell you, 'I just cut this recipe out of the Times and I think we should make it tonight.' " The requirements of slightly gay straightness are a finicky science, one that naturally sexy men (say, Jude Law) instinctively understand. Talk demonstrates the formula in terms of personal > > trappings. As in:clownish hipster boots +  limited-edition car + calf's leather jacket = Not Gay  Enough. Kiehl's + Henry Rollins poetry fan + twin Jack Russell Terriers = Just a Little Too Gay. After consulting a few like-minded friends, we decided the ideal combination would be something like:  Powder blue cashmere turtleneck + pilot's licence + herb garden = Just Gay Enough.  The sentiment is echoed by an episode on The Simpsons in which Apu, clearly the least desirable specimen on the block at a charity bachelor auction, makes all the women swoon by announcing, "I like to make furniture, and then discuss where it is placed in a room." "The secret is that combination of masculine and feminine traits," says my colleague Russell Smith.  "A touch of gay flair, or at least what an extremely  conservative, repressed society perceives as effeminacy or gay flair, is a very effective technique. An interest in clothes, in how things look, in aesthetics and services, a certain  narcissism and vanity and, oh, classical music -- it scores chicks."  Ben Mulroney instinctively understands this secret combination. When the decidedly het CTV host recently dressed up as Karl Lagerfeld for Halloween -- lace fan and all -- the women in attendance loved it. "A great many men won't do things they perceive as being too > > feminine," he says. "It's a cliche, but you do have to be comfortable enough in your sexuality to do  those things. I took a wine-tasting class, I know how to waltz, I brunch. > > > > You have to brunch. It pays off in the long run."  Perhaps the most persuasive evidence of the Just Gay Enough man's appeal is the fact that they get the best women. My friend Jamie, who describes himself as "the gayest straight man on Earth" and can recognize a pair of Jil Sander boots across four lanes of traffic, is  living with a sweet-natured grad student in the body of a Ford model. And the British > > columnist John Diamond, late husband of the finger-licking food goddess Nigella Lawson, once described himself in the Times of London as "one of those just gay enough men -- the sort who could strip down a motorbike engine and creosote the shed in the morning, run up a new pair of trousers over lunch and have the confidence to say to my wife, 'Actually, darling, I'd have gone for the Grape Crush with that top.' " Some straight men get prickly about the Just Gay Enough tag. "Unfortunately, we've got to a point in this declining age where knowing how to use a knife and fork and knowing the difference between chardonnay and Chablis is perceived as being a bit gay," spat one male friend of mine, a dashing writer who did not appreciate my telling him how devastatingly, every so slightly gay he is. "There was a time when such things were simply part of being a gentleman." Touche, darling.


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