I'm to sexy for your logic! -- Jake

Ah… So along comes a new year. And with it, unrealistic new years resolutions. Well, not everybody’s new years resolutions are unrealistic…but usually mines are. Lets just say that it’d be easier for me to sprout wings and fly away.

Christina’s New Year Resolutions goals

1.) To gain five intelligence points.

I feel that my ability to describe things in an explicit and simplified way quite lacking. My writing capability is diminishing quite rapidly. And my vocabulary is… going bye-bye. I find myself running towards the dictionary and thesaurus a lot now-a-days. But maybe that’s because I’m learning, or maybe it’s because I’m just stupid. Either or, I feel really dumb. I feel that I cannot express myself properly, in a way that other people can properly comprehend what I am saying. So, when people have “intelligent conversations” (Usually it’s only Jake and Dylan that have meaningful intelligent conversations. Complete with intelligent blasters and heeh missiles.) I keep quiet. Scared that I might say something incomprehensible. So I keep my mouth shut, no matter how much I really want to point out something, say my thoughts, or tell them “Well, F YOU! YOUR WRONG! And this is why your wrong…”.
Very recently Dylan pointed out that I shouldn’t be afraid of adding to the conversation. Well, but I am. Jake and Dylan, (no matter how much they deny it) are extremely intellectual. I lack their great ability to…well…talk and make sense at the same time.
So yes, this year, I shall try to gain five intelligence points so I can be as clever as Dylan and Jake…. Well…lawlz.

2.) To quit playing hide and seek.

I hide my feelings to much. Good or bad, I hide them. And that has proven itself a massive problem. Although I have been improving, I haven’t exactly been sky rocketing to achieving my goal of not hiding. Yet again, I am scared of what people will think when I speak my mind. I feel so cowardly! RAWR.

3.) To beat, out do, and surpass Dylan at every single video game… because I’m Asian.

Does that even need an explanation? I don’t think so. ^.^ Although I do think it’d be easier to sprout wings and learn how to fly.


This year has definitely been the most eventful year yet. I have met new wonderful people, I have met the person I love and what to be with forever. I have learned and experienced new things. I have felt feelings (physically and spiritually) that I never thought I would ever feel before.

I am definitely looking forward to two thousand and seven.

Warning: Extreme mushy-ness up ahead.

What is love?

Dictionary look up:

love [luv]
n (plural loves)
1. very strong affection: an intense feeling of tender affection and compassion
Young children need unconditional love.

2. passionate attraction and desire: a passionate feeling of romantic desire and sexual attraction

love used to describe a very strong, positive feeling toward somebody or something. It is used especially to talk about strong romantic or sexual feelings between people; liking used to talk about positive feelings toward somebody or something. These feelings are not as strong as those suggested by love; affection used to describe warm friendly caring feelings between people. It can also be used to talk about a liking for something such as a place; fondness used in a similar way to affection to talk about feelings between people. It can also be used to describe a strong liking or preference for something; passion used to describe an exceptionally intense love for somebody, usually of a strong sexual nature. It can also be used to refer to a strong liking or enthusiasm for something, sometimes of an excessive nature; infatuation used to describe an intense but short-lived and often unrealistic love for somebody, usually of a romantic or sexual nature; crush used to describe somebody’s strong feeling of attraction toward a person with whom he or she is not having a relationship. It is used especially to talk about teenagers and young people.

Bible look up: 1 Corinthians 13:4

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails.

I have been contemplating the meaning of love. What is it? How do you define the line between sexual desire and true love? Not that sexual desire is a bad thing… It is just one of the many ways to show somebody that you love them. Just to much desire can be a bad thing. It can eat away at you, and become the center of the relationship.
(Not that I’m saying that’s happening to my relationship -.-)
I dislike it when adults say: “Oh, well, your only so-and-so-age, you DON’T know what LOVE is.”
Do they truly know if that person doesn’t know what love is? Love is a feeling. From a young age, most people experience love from their mother and father. The love for family members, friends, and shiny things.

But then I do suppose the adults are talking about love between members of the opposite sex. I’m not going to go into the whole “love at this age” thing. Because I will definitely branch off to an entirely different subject.

My dad says love is commitment…oh really?

Talk is cheap. “I love you”…oh really?

Sex is evil…oh really?

Refrain from loving somebody till your eighteen…oh really?

Ducks go quack quack…oh really?!?
(Mr. Fox goes arf, and Kitty says HI!)

I’ve been contemplating love because I am in love. With the most passionate, understanding, and loving man. (Equipped with arf arf intelligence human exploding blasters. 0.o) Being with him has changed my whole life. I want to show him and everybody else that my love for him isn’t something fake. And not just another
non-passionate, uncompassionate, grossly over dramatized teen romance, “Well, like, I need like, another like, boyfriend…”
I love him with all my heart. And that my friends, is NOT overly dramatized. I have to show everybody that I do, I especially have to show it to him.

“Well Christina, you can find a better guy than Dylan”
No. I cannot.
Whose eyes but his eyes can burn into my heart like a fire?
Who can hold and love me like he does?
And, whoever in the world goes “Arfarf!” the way Dylan does? (In my eye?)
Nobody can ever be Sachi. Never.

Sachi, I love you. I really truly do. I want to be with you forever. And that’s not a lie, I really want to stay by your side and love you till the end. But I guess It’s not for me to decide. You might begin to love somebody else. You may perhaps get tired of me. I could possibly do or say something stupid to lose your trust. All in all in the future, something may happen, and you might stop loving me.
Who am I to prevent and prohibit that from happening? Who am I to bind you up and keep you for myself? If that ever happens, I will definitely be sorrowful and heartbroken. Do know that if you were to leave me, I shall never stop loving you. I vow to love you forever, and have no remorseful feelings about everything that we have done together.
Even if I had the power to keep you bound to me, I wouldn’t do it. Sachi cannot be locked up in a cage. He is not a creature that belongs in a cage. He cannot and will not become a prisoner. He is free.
I love you Sachi. And all I want is to love you, and be loved in return.
Screw reality and tell me that you’ll love me forever. Throw away the inevitable truth, lie to me and say you will stay and be with me always. Please, please! Never leave me. I love you! I LOVE YOU. I always will, Sachi.

And my last and final words for this blog entry are…

Kitty says HIIIIIIIIII!!! And I’m just Ducky! Oh really? Oh yes. Boogaboogaboo. Duckies go quack quack. Booglydooglydadoodum. Boing! Doodlehumdrumdreamsofdoom. Congratulations! Wh00t! You have obtained a potion! Yay for you! Pom poms! Victory Fan fare and stuff.
Aurubaah?
All my life? Maybe so! Oh dear.
You have 7% power. Low battery. You like, might like, wanna like, save your like document before like we shut down your laptop. Like, due to low power ‘n stuff. Like why don’t you like recharge your like laptop like about like right now?!?

Cooking Frenzy

My boyfriend has been in Virginia ever since Friday. And I miss him so very much. To keep myself from going crazy from being so love sick, I have kept myself busy by improving on my culinary skills. As some of you know, I have had major misfortunes in the most dangerous room in a house- the kitchen.
Actually, I'm quite proud of myself. I haven't had a disastrous event occur in some time. I mean, I've had a little knicks here and there... but nothing as bad as mistaking salt for sugar *cough*.

Last night, I made pot roast, corn bread, and baked potatoes without anything bad happening. I didn't burn anything, nothing slipped out of my hands and fell in the trash can, I didn't slip and fall on spilled milk, and I didn't mistake salt for sugar (whew!).
Everything went well, and in the end everything tasted great.

Right now, I'm baking pound cake. And so far it's cooking well. And YES, I made sure I used sugar instead of salt. -.-

After the cake is baked, I'm going to cook chicken for dinner.

You may now applaud.

YAY!

Yeah...and so...

This Saturday, I am to perform the Philippino traditional "bamboo dance" called tinikling. And well, I have to wear this....thing....








I'll post pictures of the actual dance after the performance. ^.^ oh yayness...

Oh Christmas tree!

"Christina, lets put up the christmas tree!"
"Not now, later."
five minutes later.
"Let's up the the christmas tree now."
"After this."
another five mintues.
"Are you done yet?"
"No, don't bother me. I'll set up the christmas tree later"
A few hours pass...

"Okay, I'm ready to set up the christmas tree Andrew!!"
"Later Christina...I'm busy."

Me and my brother Andrew were able to lug the fake ugly plastic christmas tree from our garage to the living room. My first thought as I took a look at the tree was, "Is it me? or is the tree smaller? Or just have I grown taller?" The possiblity of me growing taller was very thin...so I decided that I must have set up the tree wrong. Turns out, it WAS set up correctly. Heh.

Setting up the tree has always been such a bother. Not when I was younger of course, but now it's just another chore to be done and a mess to be cleaned.
I don't know, it's just me... There's nothing exciting in the air, it doesn't "feel" like Christmas.
I'm not as excited as I used to be, it doesn't feel special. Everything seems old and worn out.
The lights don't shine as brightly as they used to.
The prospect of shopping for christmas presents is far out of reach. I'm broke, and asking my parents for money is out of the question.
Receiving gifts is nice, but I'm not looking foward to getting anything fancy. I have everything and more than I could ever ask for. And I'm very thankful for that.
And of course, setting up the Christmas tree was very stressful. Funny how everything gets tangled up together.
Setting up the christmas tree took a couple of hours, and now I find out I have to clean the entire house...we are having company over for the night.
Thats RIGHT!
Wear Christina out till she completely losses it.

It's a funny sight really... me in my pj's running around the house cleaning and yelling at my brothers to quit fighting.

*Sighs* I just want to sit down and cry. But thats not going to be much help. So...I guess I'll clean the house. I'm secretly glad when people say I look like I'm only fourteen. I wonder what they would think if they saw how I can be a forty year old housewife at home.
UGH.