True dat!

Maya Angelou's Best Poem Ever.

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ...
enough money within her control to move out and rent a place of her own,
even if she never wants to or needs to...
something perfect to wear if the employer,
or date of her dreams wants to see her in an hour...

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ..
a youth she's content to leave behind....
a past juicy enough that she's looking forward to retelling it in her old age....
a set of screwdrivers,
a cordless drill, and a black lace bra... o
ne friend who always makes her laugh...
and one who lets her cry...

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ........
a good piece of furniture not previously owned by anyone else in her family..
eight matching plates, wine glasses with stems,
and a recipe for a meal, that will make her guests feel honored...

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ..
a feeling of control over her destiny...
how to fall in love without losing herself..

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW....
how to quit a job,
break up with a lover,
and confront a friend without ruining the friendship....

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW....
when to try harder...
and WHEN TO WALK AWAY...

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
that she can't change the length of her calves,
the width of her hips, or the nature of her parents...
that her childhood may not have been perfect...but it's over..

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
what she would and wouldn't do for love or more...
how to live alone.... even if she doesn't like it...

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW.. .
whom she can trust, whom she can't, and why she shouldn't take it personally...

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
where to go...
be it to her best friend's kitchen table..
or a charming Inn in the woods...
when her soul needs soothing...

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
What she can and can't accomplish in a day...
a month...
and a year...

Actually that's a bit of a lie.

I do miss you.

I do love you.

And I know exactly who you are.

Where does creativity come from?

crea·tivi·ty: noun

Creativity is a mental and social process involving the generation of new ideas or concepts, or new associations of the creative mind between existing ideas or concepts. Creativity is fueled by the process of either conscious or unconscious insight. An alternative conception of creativeness is that it is simply the act of making something new.

To me - creativity not only comes from the mind, but from the heart. To me, creativity involves passion and the ability to think outside the box. I think this definition is interesting - b/c I never used to think I was that creative. I think its because i've always been creative with words - and only mediocore with paint and drawings. But the last sentence encapsulates my style. I just take something and make it new. I make it me. I take it and I fuck it and I make it Lauren Ching. (haha I think that's from a movie actually.)

Anyway. I think creativity is the shit. I have no idea why I can't be creative at the job I have right now. I think b/c I'm not 100% interested in it and therefore I have no passion for it.

I have got to change professions. Or find a job that pays me more so I can harness that passion ... and travel :P

Point ...

Sometimes I wonder what the point of this blog is. Do I really want to share my inner most private thoughts with everyone? Tell you whatever is on my heart, my mind, my soul? Sometimes I'm not so sure. Sometimes I feel like that kinda thing shouldn't be shared with anyone but your closest friends; the ones you love. Anyone could be reading this right now and getting to know Lauren Ching - what makes me tick, cry and laugh. Some creepy man who googled "chiney likkle ting" may come across my blog and find out that I love brown rice chips. Should I be creeped out a likkle? I guess that's why half the time all I post on here are items that I find beautiful - art, photography, men, women, poetry, etc - not necessarily confessions like "my god! I love that man down the street! he makes my heart thump and my knees ache!"

But still, even though I only post photos and pictures and art, I am still letting you see my soul. Blogging serves as a release for me - and everyone else out there. We sit here at our keyboards and stare at these screens day after day, utilizing this medium of self-expression, letting our souls out in cyber space and hoping that someone will read, see who we really are, and love us for it. Or hate us for it - what ever gets you off. Even as you read this, you sit there and form an opinion of me, and what I love and live for. Love me, hate me, be bored of me. (Not that I really care - I love opinions. Every person should have one.)

I really have no idea where I was going with this one. I just sat here and started typing. I guess that's how it always starts :)

i hate my internet.

no other way