Friday, June 16, 2006

Frustration
Why is it so hard to gather a group of people together to enjoy eachother's company so hard?!

I've been trying to do this for over two months and have seen no good progress.

Could it be that they are way over there and I'm way over hear, and the fact that a certain someone never answers her cell?

Perhaps!

But that still shouldn't be reason enough to hold back merry making and such! Right?

The idea that my two good buddies and I get together just to hang out came up yesterday as I was having a sudden feeling of being very lonely and such.

I would consider this strange because I don't usually feel lonely just because I'm not around familiar faces, be they family or friends, in new surroundings. I usually feel absolutely fine.

Maybe it's because I'm missing the World Cup! >_<
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Friday, December 2, 2005

December...
That sounds so wrong, where did November go?! It simply flew right by!

I very much enjoy the holiday time and like a lot of people not just because of all the gift giving and such, but because of the atmosphere. There’s just a certain feel you get around this time of year. Then, there are the sleigh bells. I love sleigh bells. I’ve a complete affinity for them for whatever reason. Perhaps it’s due to their shininess, their being made of metal and of course that they make that fun little sound. I find them enchanting. The odd thing is I do not own very many. But I do get delightfully giddy when I see them anywhere. ^_^

For Thanksgiving, my family traveled to Alabama where my dearest, sweetest grandma resides. Well, my dad actually stayed at home, but my mom, two brothers and myself took the lovely 12 hour drive. It wasn’t so bad coming or going and I believe hat’s because we’re used to it. Every summer we used to travel to my grandma’s, but that was about 8 years ago; we don’t get to go so often anymore. I loved my stay with my uncle in Atlanta the summer of 2004; that was awesome.

I’ve only spent one other Thanksgiving with my mom’s side of the family and that was in 2002. This time around was definitely different and cool in its own way. During the last I got to see many of my cousins and aunts and uncles. This year I saw even more of my cousins. Some I haven’t seen recently and those I’ve never even met or ever heard of. For instance, my li’l cousin Zaiha, told me while we were at my aunts house (next door to my grandma’s) that we needed to come meet our Dutch cousins. Zaiha and I were like “Dutch?!” O_o? So we went back there to meet them. That cousin of ours (from The Netherlands, no… Holland, or wait was it Germany? I think it was Holland.) I’ve always heard of him and his family but I never met him or even laid eyes upon a picture. His wife was very nice, quite friendly and his two kids were sooo adorable with their little Dutch speaking selves. Three and 1 ½ they are, Cinna and Veron.

Last Saturday we also celebrated my grandma’s 80th birthday with a big party. There were last minute preparations, running about and oh the many store runs! So much craziness it would drive you loony and I loved every minute of it!

It was said that my grandma has a PhD in housewifery and motherhood which is certainly true for having the patience to raise 10 children and have a strong hand in raising her 27 grandchildren and still to day her 22 great grandchildren. As my mom had said she can truly say “All My Children”.

I just love getting together with family.

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Thursday, October 6, 2005

It seems as though...
My mornings have been rather busy lately at school. There’s someone to see, something to finish, something to find or get, somewhere to be, simply something to do every day now. It makes sense, however before I would just go crash in the library and occupy myself with a book or other medium of print while waiting for my friend Samira’s 6:30 class to end. ‘Where’s Soraya?’, I usually think at first. I always seem to want to call her Soraya like the one in The Kite Runner and I just know I'm bound to one day! >_<

I’ve actually been checking the front page of the newspaper everyday to see what bit is going on in slight preparation for current event quizzes every Monday. I would say it is jolly good fun keeping up with what’s in the news, but then I’d be lying.

I love visiting my old teachers. Some others don’t care to, but I not only want to, I also feel I must. With me either way, it means the same thing. I just want to see how things are going and what’s happening with them all those things. I’m one who likes to know how others are faring and even so sometimes with others who I do not know on a personal level. For example, this guy named Kyoshi who was in my research class when I was a freshman. We knew each other as far as classmates are concerned and not much at all outside of class. However, I knew so much about his future plans and his overall person that he elicited such interest in me, I wonder even today this very moment what he’s up to. I’ll have to tell you about this guy some time. =)

Ms. Seney, soon to be Mrs. Reynolds, is in need of a visit. She is a person who is simply an inspiration to me. She’s the kind of person that if I’m ever feeling down, merely thinking of her will lift my spirits. Not many a person has this sort of ability. Off the top of my head, I know of four people like this in my life. And this may sound weird, but two of them I only know online (heck, they’re on my friends list!). Yeah, they’re that phenomenal. ^^ The other two are of course the teacher I just mentioned and a wonderful person I met who I got to know past the acquaintance/classmate relationship, yet not quite past being good friends.

Here a quote from Billy Joel’s song “Vienna”, a favorite of mine.

“Though you can see when you’re wrong, you know you can’t always see when you’re right.”


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Thursday, September 29, 2005

the Odd thing with me
My mom is working with her nine brothers and sisters to plan my grandma’s 80th birthday. They started planning this over a year ago and have been making some pretty good progress, I suppose. You would think that 10 brothers and sisters could come together and pull this thing off, right? Well… they’re doing okay, but of course there are things like someone putting his/her share of the work off on another sibling and such other things.

My mom was originally responsible for doing the program and organizing the list of events to occur at the b-day party along with her baby brother (my uncle) Bryan. They were getting those things done when my Aunt Paula decided to give her younger sister (my mom) her job of sending out the invitations for around 150 people. So now my mom’s going about with her task and she’s rather impractical when it comes to things like this.

She scours across the city, shopping center to shopping center, searching and looking for the right Party City to provide her with the invitation paper she needs. One day she even spent 3 hours going to 2 locations; 15 minutes in one, 2 hours and about 45 minutes looking for and visiting the other. I reminded her that we live in a day where she should not have to waste more than 5 minutes of her time actually finding the location of the place she wishes to visit. “Come now, there’s the internet, the phone, and the phone book too if you need it, to aid you in these sorts of tasks,” I say to my enthusiastic, yet weary mother after her unproductive experience.

And then…

After she gets the wording just how she wants it to read and centered just right, I am asked which of three text colors I like best.

Mom: “Krystle! Which of these three do you think is the best? The black, the blue or the green?”

I look at them and decide that the green is tacky looking and the black was perhaps a bit plain. So I tell her I think the blue one is the best looking one and she replies,

“Yess, I agree the blue definitely goes well with the festive color scheme.”

*prints out more sheets*

“Krystle, wait a second, why is this blue text different from the one before?”

“I don’t know, did you change it by accident to a darker blue? Or did you change the print quality”? I ask in response.

“No, I just told it to print some more sheets.”

She asks me again after I’ve gone back to what was occupying my attention, “Which of these should I go with? The blue that I like won’t print and…”

“I say go with the darker blue, it’s better then the lighter one.” I thought I was settling the situation, but she starts up saying:

“Oh, nope, I don’t like the dark blue so I’ll just go with the black”.

“But didn’t you agree that black was plain?!” I say to her.

“Well, yes,” she says, “But the lighter blue that I like won’t print”.

I say after I feel I’m done with helping her on this decision, “And you’re always saying how finicky and picky I am.” I then instinctively back away from her to hear her response to my comment (she loves to exercise her motherly power of scariness at times).

“Well…,” she says, “I can do this however I like, thank you”.

You see that there? She always does this. She asks someone (mostly me) for their opinion/advice on a decision she’s trying to make when she can very well make it on her own, and winds up doing just that! My mom completely rejects all suggestions given in the end and only follows her own. It annoys me so. Oh, yes it does. However, what’s worse is the fact that I’m exactly that way too. =)



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