pizza and being asked to prom?!?! i wish i had that but i think im a little too old lol.
but hey if someone proposed to me with pizza i might just say yes =D
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it’s amazing how much I learned about myself between Covina and San Diego. it’s the characteristics you always knew you had and the personality, the ugly part, that you never want anyone to witness. yet in certain situations and among certain people that just know how to push buttons and bring that side out.
I don’t think of myself as being better than anyone else, but during the 2 hr car ride I realized how low my tolerance is for obnoxious people who say some stupid and immature things. it definitely sends off a bitch vibe but I already know this so it’s nothing new for me. and I got confronted for this. if I don’t say anything how is that rude?
because sometimes things don’t turn out how we thought. and just because they don’t, i haven’t forgotten.
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everything is summed up in mashed up letters on a keyboard. frustration, unhappiness, crap. and yet im being told to keep an open mind about this weekend. but it’s kind of hard when things always happen the same way every single time. when there is drinking involved someone always gets shit-faced, which leads to a fight. someone gets kicked out of a bar, gets arrested, or completely retardedly embarrassing. and then who ends up taking care of them and the situation?? (with two thumbs pointed) this girl.
and most of my friends, well the ones that know me well enough, know that i don’t like taking care of drunk asses. it’s one thing to drink a lot and have fun, but if you know you can’t take care of yourself, well use your head and don’t look like an idiot. we all know our limits so use them! i understand there are times where you just want to let go and drink, have fun, whatever. now i may sound like a bitch, blah blah blah. but it’s only because i have been through it before and i myself have been intoxicated, throwing up, etc. but i can handle myself. and i may still sound like a bitch, but my close close friends i don’t mind taking care of. (i.e. VF. IM. FD. TC. HM. MO. VP.) <— only to name a few. they know there is a time and place for everything.
so tonight/this weekend shall be an interesting one to say the least.
i need to get everything out. it’s been too long since ive last written anything worth venting. but for now i’m holding back…not because I can’t do it, but because my fear of the reaction. yes because i’ve made mistakes and quite possibly handled things all wrong. but i did what i had to do. i did what made me happy.
Hina-Matsuri, otherwise known as Japanese Doll Festival or Girls’ Day, is held on March 3rd every year. During this festival, ornamental dolls are displayed on a red carpet in tiers representing the Emperor, Empress, attendants, musicians, etc.
Why dolls??
Formerly, people believed dolls possessed the power to contain bad spirits. The ancient Japanese custom, hina-nagashi, was to send straw hina dolls afloat on a boat down the river to take the bad spirits with them.
Typically, families begin their doll displays mid-February and take them down immediately after the festival because superstition holds that leaving the dolls past March 4 will result in a late marriage for the daughter.
On this day, mochi and rice cracker (aka kakimochi) are eaten…my favorite part :D
My family has celebrated this day as far as I can remember and even though I am getting older, I look forward to March 3rd of every year because of the fact that we have celebrated it ever since I was a baby. it definitely isn’t a typical holiday or anything really celebrated/known of in the American Culture, but it helps me embrace my Japanese heritage.
what a day for my grandma to be taken away from us…today also marks my grandpa’s 80th birthday. there aren’t words to perfectly describe my grandpa because he is so strange lol. he can make me laugh like no one else and he has a good heart. he met my grandma when they were really young and after 3 days, he proposed. yes….3 DAYS! and I can’t imagine any other kind of love and hope that one day, i could have something as amazing as they did.
he has the weirdest philosophies of life and gets himself involved in the strangest tasks. he has run so many marathons and still sings in a choir. he can go on for hours talking about anything and everything. and i admit sometimes i get bored being on the phone with him, but he is also full of a lot of information, some useless, and some very interesting. he is a very handsome man and still makes jokes about his “lady friends.” my only response? “GRANDPA!” or “you only have 5 women in your life, grandma, auntie eimi, me, katriel, kristin, and mimi.” yes my grandpa can be a ladies man because of his corkiness and good heart. and just looking at him, one would not believe that he is 80 years old. he can fall asleep everywhere and anywhere…thus the “Kobayashi Headbob.” and one thing he always told me, “I won’t go to your high school graduation because I want to be there when you graduate from college,” and that is exactly what he did. He was there to see me cross the stage at the Gibson Amphitheater on May 12, 2010 with my B.A. in Psychology from Mount St. Mary’s College.
although we are the Pacific Ocean apart and don’t talk to each other on a regular basis, he is my grandpa and i would not change that for anything. Happy Birthday Grandpa =)
and it happened out of nowhere…after giving a eulogy at a family funeral, she suffered a brain aneurysm. even my uncle, a geriatric doctor, couldn’t help her. two days later, my dad called me to tell me and it was the worst day of my life. i can only be thankful that she didn’t suffer, or so i was told.
i can’t believe it’s been 3 years since my grandma passed away…3 years. and i have been dreading this day for the last week because i still can’t believe she is gone. yes i know she is only gone physically and she is here emotionally, mentally, and all that bs. but it’s just not the same. i never really question my faith in God or being a Catholic, but He took away someone that made the world better. She was good. she was a good person, always willing to help others. She was a great teacher and a great grandma. she was the only family member who flew out from Hawai’i to see me graduate high school. and that was the last time I saw her…2006. there are still sooo many things I wish I could have changed, like calling more often and going back home to see her. I would give anything to see her at least one more time. I wish she was able to see me graduate from college. And I wish that she could have been there to see the day I get married and have children.
i still remember riding the bus to Chinatown to get groceries for dinner. and when mosquitos would bite her instead of my grandpa, her response was “i’m sweeter than your grandpa.” and everytime Nelly and Kelly Rowland’s “Dilemma” comes on, it’s hard not to cry. i still feel her singing along with me to the “oooh”…it’s definitely a random song to be singing with your grandma, but it’s one of the funniest memories I still hold on to. she was and will always be the most amazing woman i have ever known.
grandma, I thank you for everything you have ever taught me about having fun, love, family, friends, food, and life. i am the person i am today because of the foundation you helped my parents lay for me. i can only hope that i always make you proud. i cannot wait to reunite with you in heaven…i love you grandma!
