This is why you're my boyfriend.

June 25th text messaging:

Her: Code Raccoon. Might be going to Foxwoods with the dad tomorrow. Will let you know more info as the night goes on. Over.

Him: Rooster's in the perch. Watching and waiting. Over and out...

Marilla

a bit on Al, a bit on George

So I suddenly had the urge to listen to Let's Stay Together. Naturally, I searched for it in my playlist and guess what I just found out. I don't even have the song! WHAAT?!!?

Anyway, I realized it's because I hear the song so much in the outside world. It never dawned! It's always playing wherever I go. While I'm shopping, through other people's headphones on the subway, or simply on the radio. Plus, Pat is always singing the song to me in falsetto, haha.

Otherwise known as George the Great.

Home

Earlier this afternoon I overheard my mother talking to people outside. When I peeked out, I saw her talking to 3 middle-aged strangers (siblings I found out later- 2 sisters and 1 brother). It turned out that they had lived in our house decades ago (1953-1981), way before we moved here in 1992. They decided to come back and check out their childhood town.

First thing the siblings did was visit Jake and Joan. They are the old couple that reside in the house next door to us, otherwise known as the piano house (because of its black and white striped pattern). Jake and Joan are the friendliest people ever. They used to give us a whole bunch of fruits and vegetables they had planted in the yard. Every Christmas, they will ring our doorbell and give us little gifts. I remember going to them asking about ideas for my science fair project (it was due the next day). Jake invited me over on the day I started high school so that he can take a Polaroid and hang it next to the pictures of his children and grandchild. I see them less and less now. Jake is moving slower and Joan is looking more and more fragile. But nonetheless they are still just as loving and sweet to everyone. Just last week I saw them taking a walk while holding hands.

My mom came home just as the siblings were standing outside and observing our house. She ended up giving them a tour in the house and backyard. The brother found little handprints he left in the cement when he was a kid. The porch was built by their father. The doors of the key shelf inside the house was also built by their father (both of their parents already passed away). They were all mixed up with nostalgia and excitement. It was pretty amazing seeing this. When they left, they said "Thank you so much, this meant a lot to us. I hope your family are just as happy as we were when we lived here."

It makes me kind of sad. I guess the thought of someone else living here before me never really occurred. We moved in here when I was 5 and my room has always been known as my property. I thought it was funny that our family also have two daughters and one son, like theirs. It's cute imagining a jumble of little legs running down the stairs or kids chatting on the stoop with cups of lemonade in their hands. I wonder if they also had a pet.

Anyway, a house isn't really a house unless it's made a home. Just like how happiness isn't real unless shared. Today made me really thankful of all the good people I know. And I'm glad to have my friends and family to share my life with.

The Return of My To-Read List

Reason #2 why I love the summer: See entry title.

Unfortunately, I'm picking up the same bad habits- something I hate but can't help doing. Reading more than one book at a time. I finally picked up The Fountainhead last month while I was at B&N. I almost fell in love within the first few pages. I'm also reading an autobiography called Wild Swans by Jung Chang. I bought the book off the streets by Park Avenue over a year ago. It's very good and I'm learning a lot about my culture.

Here is what I also hope to read this summer:

1. How to Travel with a Salmon- Umberto Eco

2. Lovers Discourse- Roland Barthes

3. Motherless Brooklyn- Jonathan Lethem

4. Madame Bovary- Gustave Flaubert

5. Ursule Mirouët- Honoré de Balzac

to be continued!

lic

and some days they last longer than others

but this day by the lake went too fast.

Surprise Adventure

Email to Kris
What do I need? sneakers? waterproof makeup? passport? insurance?

Reply-
Jean

Passport unnecessary, perhaps a photo ID, to get into the bar. Waterproof makeup if it rains. In that case, bring an umbrella if it rains. Comfy walking shoes, need not be sneakers, although you may bring a change if you like. We will run/walk/walk briskly A LOT. Insurance would be good to have... although you wont have to bring it with you. Camera might be fun. Cell phone could be useful.

As for intangible things, I'll leave you with this:

you will need to have eyes of a hawk, wits of a monkey, swift as a coursing river, strength of a great typhoon, and mysterious as the dark side of the moon.

Just like Sherlock Holmes.
Hope that helps!

Kristyn

double trouble

happy birthday to me =)

Summer Goals

1. Rediscover the music in me.
2. Paint again aka regain my soul.
3. Complete my to-read list.
4. Become a better person
5. Purchase a record player, wacom tablet, and an SLR camera.
6. Learn a new instrument.
7. Spend time with my loved ones.
8. Practice cooking.
9. Resort all my films and books.
10. Make new friends.

Post-Schoolnights

This is how I spent my last school night. 4am.



Today we had our Senior Luncheon/ Industry Review. I got there extremely early just to pick a good spot. Thinking I'll be able to catch the crowd, I chose the back where the food was being served. BAD IDEA. Every time they walked towards me, their eyes would just be on the food...

This isn't hilarious or anything but I thought it was cute:
Liev Schreiber and Peter Sagal on Wait Wait Don't Tell Me

PS: How annoyed are you when you type your name in Microsoft Word and it keeps wanting to spell it "live"?
LS: So annoyed that I moved to Mac.
PS: Really? (laughs) Because everybody has a burden in life and we just assumed that was yours.
LS: That is mine. But, you know, it doesn't matter because everybody calls me "Leev" anyway. I have the most mispronounced name in show business, I think.
PS: Really? Have you gotten used to it? Do you correct them at this point?
LS: No, I answer to it now. But you can imagine how frustrating it is as a young actor to enter into a casting office and the first thing they say is "leave".

Happy May. =)