My cousin is so hilarious:
"just thought you'd get a kick out of how green i am: when i was checking out the brackets, i thought 18-32 Female Black meant african american girls and so i kept skipping past it all thinking there would be a 18-32 Female Yellow/Asian category. yep, i have no clue sometimes..."
HAHA. Ellen un-nee cracks me up.
So I won. And technically I can say I'm national champion. Though these days that does or does not make it significant, because without the seeding for the next step, it doesn't mean that you had to beat everyone to be the champ. Which in my case was true, as I didn't get my chance at the grudge match with my longstanding rival. The irony was, this was the year that I actually felt ready to beat her. Oh well, I'll get another chance soon enough.
But if people bow out, there's not too much you can do about it. And all in all, I'm happy with the way I fought, and pleased with my progress. I felt good, and I was able to try some of the new things I've been working on. It was good for ringtime, and always good to socialize and see my friends...everyone from Boston, the medics, TC, old teammates, refs...that's one of my favorite parts about tournaments.
Jr gave quite possibly the best pep talk he's given in a long time. I don't depend on them anymore like I used to, but part of me does treasure the tradition we have of the night before pep talk. I realized on this trip that looking back, I've come a long way this past year. Chin kept commenting that I've become "tough and mean" since I left Boston, and I guess it's a good and bad thing.
It was also a good opportunity to be home. One of the few times my dad has seen my compete, and so good to sleep in my own bed and eat my mom's cooking. To meet up with old friends...heard the story from Steve and Linda, together - absolutely hilarious!...finally got to meet up with Peter, it was so good to catch up.
I really miss California. Times like this I really wonder why I'm still on the East Coast. From the moment I stepped off the plane and felt the sunshine, I started wondering...I mentioned it briefly to Sr while we were sitting around, and he promptly flipped out with "you can't do that, you're indentured!" Haha. I see it how it is. But I think they'd miss me if I left.
I'm entirely too tired to finish this post...but now back to NY life. Boy is it past my bedtime...
Monday, October 31, 2005
Friday, October 21, 2005
zingers
Have you ever seen "You've Got Mail"? I'm reminded of that one scene when Kathleen and Joe are arguing and it gets kind of heated and he fires a zinger that leaves her speechless. And later that night they have this IM conversation (when they don't know who is who...or at least, she doesn't know he's the same guy) and she's talking about how she wishes she had that ability to say what she wanted to say when she wanted to say it.
It amazes me that some people have that ability to pull that card from their back pocket. That they can just pull the trigger and know exactly what to say to hit you where it hurts and walk away. And like Meg Ryan in the movie, I sometimes wish I too had that ability to whip something out when it counts and just fire something away that would leave them speechless, instead of being the one who stands there lost.
But as she finds later in the movie when she finally does say something that hurts him...after the brief euphoria of feeling vinidicated, she feels really really bad about it. Because in the end, it's not nice to hurt someone, even if they're not your friend. And if they are...then it sucks even more. At least, it does to me.
So in the end - is it better to be the person who fired the perfect line and "won"? The one who gets to storm out and get the other person to crumble? Or is it better to be the one who crumbles?
Joe: It wasn't... personal.
Kathleen: What is that supposed to mean? I am so sick of that. All that means is that it wasn't personal to you. But it was personal to me.
It amazes me that some people have that ability to pull that card from their back pocket. That they can just pull the trigger and know exactly what to say to hit you where it hurts and walk away. And like Meg Ryan in the movie, I sometimes wish I too had that ability to whip something out when it counts and just fire something away that would leave them speechless, instead of being the one who stands there lost.
But as she finds later in the movie when she finally does say something that hurts him...after the brief euphoria of feeling vinidicated, she feels really really bad about it. Because in the end, it's not nice to hurt someone, even if they're not your friend. And if they are...then it sucks even more. At least, it does to me.
So in the end - is it better to be the person who fired the perfect line and "won"? The one who gets to storm out and get the other person to crumble? Or is it better to be the one who crumbles?
Joe: It wasn't... personal.
Kathleen: What is that supposed to mean? I am so sick of that. All that means is that it wasn't personal to you. But it was personal to me.
Wednesday, October 19, 2005
on-the-spot
you know what makes me uncomfortable? when people ask you what you want for your birthday. it's such an on-the-spot thing, and usually i don't really know what to say. my cousins asked me to make some suggestions, and i was at a total loss. i mean, if you pick something that's too expensive, then you look greedy. if you pick something that's too cheap then you're insulting them. (like when my cousin "P" asked me what i wanted for housewarming and i asked for a brita. he ended up buying me the wardrobe...and the brita. i love P oh-bbah, but he spoils me).
plus it's like - if there's anything that i really wanted, i'd just get it. unless it was too expensive for me to afford, in which case why would i ask someone else for something so extravagent? and half the fun with gifts is that someone thought of you...i don't know, that's why i usually don't like it when people give me gift certificates. (ah...the bane of "R" the last couple years).
but alas, that's the way it works in the lee-chong-pak households, they're into everyone getting gifts that they want. so there's a lot of maneuvering around christmas and birthday time, with all the spouses getting interrogated as to what someone would like, and everyone chips in and buys something nice together. i think they actually are into making wish lists. i find that absolutely bizarre...but i'm just not used to that sort of thing, i guess. well, i don't have a spouse so i have to make my own list. reason #6003 why i need to get married. (#6001 being so that someone will check the mousetraps and dispose of them, #6002 being so that someone will kill the bugs).
the only thing i came up with (and sheesh i didn't even come up with it, liza did!) was a new camcorder, since my faithful panasonic of 4 years is on its dying breath as of late. however, that was out of their budget, so i got to feel sheepish asking for it. rawr, just what i didn't want out of this whole thing. though in the end i got a great deal (again, thanks to P oh-bbah) and got one myself.
but then i was back to square one with this list!
in the end, i put a few things on there in different price ranges. i hope they get the first one. haha, totally frivolous and i would never buy it for myself, but it'd be cool to have: PS2 with DDR. well the real #1 thing on my list was the death of all mice in NYC but i figured they'd gloss over that one. *sigh*
though i feel embarassed by this process, i must say, it's nice to feel like a part of a big family with sibling-esque figures who remember your birthday and stuff. eesh, 25. it's coming. time to have a quarter-life-crisis...
plus it's like - if there's anything that i really wanted, i'd just get it. unless it was too expensive for me to afford, in which case why would i ask someone else for something so extravagent? and half the fun with gifts is that someone thought of you...i don't know, that's why i usually don't like it when people give me gift certificates. (ah...the bane of "R" the last couple years).
but alas, that's the way it works in the lee-chong-pak households, they're into everyone getting gifts that they want. so there's a lot of maneuvering around christmas and birthday time, with all the spouses getting interrogated as to what someone would like, and everyone chips in and buys something nice together. i think they actually are into making wish lists. i find that absolutely bizarre...but i'm just not used to that sort of thing, i guess. well, i don't have a spouse so i have to make my own list. reason #6003 why i need to get married. (#6001 being so that someone will check the mousetraps and dispose of them, #6002 being so that someone will kill the bugs).
the only thing i came up with (and sheesh i didn't even come up with it, liza did!) was a new camcorder, since my faithful panasonic of 4 years is on its dying breath as of late. however, that was out of their budget, so i got to feel sheepish asking for it. rawr, just what i didn't want out of this whole thing. though in the end i got a great deal (again, thanks to P oh-bbah) and got one myself.
but then i was back to square one with this list!
in the end, i put a few things on there in different price ranges. i hope they get the first one. haha, totally frivolous and i would never buy it for myself, but it'd be cool to have: PS2 with DDR. well the real #1 thing on my list was the death of all mice in NYC but i figured they'd gloss over that one. *sigh*
though i feel embarassed by this process, i must say, it's nice to feel like a part of a big family with sibling-esque figures who remember your birthday and stuff. eesh, 25. it's coming. time to have a quarter-life-crisis...
Tuesday, October 18, 2005
reason #4002
Reason #4002 why I hate New York: Drivers and Traffic
To be continued when I regain my sanity. 4 HOURS spent running a simple errand that should have taken less than 2. An errand that had to be done because of reason #4001 and how I woke up this morning to find that my mouse (mice) is a freaking athlete and only eats my Powerbars and Luna Bars.
I'm going to cry. Except I haven't gotten a good night's sleep in a week so I'm just too tired.
To be continued when I regain my sanity. 4 HOURS spent running a simple errand that should have taken less than 2. An errand that had to be done because of reason #4001 and how I woke up this morning to find that my mouse (mice) is a freaking athlete and only eats my Powerbars and Luna Bars.
I'm going to cry. Except I haven't gotten a good night's sleep in a week so I'm just too tired.
Saturday, October 15, 2005
Friday, October 14, 2005
relating
Another peeve - people who reply-all to emails that everyone on a list don't need to get. You all know what I'm talking about - you get all this spam that you don't really need, and of course no one ever bothers to delete the references so you end up with emails that are one sentence but take up 25k.
Actually this didn't happen recently, I was just remembering back to how that would ALWAYS happen at MIT bc yesterday my inbox was flooded with discussion over our football jerseys. Well, except this was actually interesting =) I really wish I could devote more time to this football team, it's been a whole lot of fun so far. And I love football. But alas, practices are on Saturdays are conflict with sparring practice, so I can only go for half at a time. Bummer.
It's been a fun way to get to know people at church though, and even though they're mostly college students, at least I'm getting the names down. I might actually be able to match names to faces outside of my small group soon! And it's been awhile since I've been surrounded by so many Koreans. Well, Asians, but mostly Koreans. Haha every email I get from these girls sounds like it's from Munhee, with all the ^-^ symbols...hahaha. After a year of being virtually Jewish, it's actually quite refreshing.
It's been interesting adjusting to non-MIT people as well. I think I took for granted that everyone who goes to MIT has a certain common ground...I mean, yeah we're smart but we're also nerdy...you just can't crack the same jokes in a mixed crowd. Even at work I'm surrounded by Cornell, RPI, and other graduates - who DIDN'T LIKE THE dy/dx JOKE!!! Astounded. But really, it's this whole new challenge of relating to people who are on some level similar and on many others very much not.
Actually this didn't happen recently, I was just remembering back to how that would ALWAYS happen at MIT bc yesterday my inbox was flooded with discussion over our football jerseys. Well, except this was actually interesting =) I really wish I could devote more time to this football team, it's been a whole lot of fun so far. And I love football. But alas, practices are on Saturdays are conflict with sparring practice, so I can only go for half at a time. Bummer.
It's been a fun way to get to know people at church though, and even though they're mostly college students, at least I'm getting the names down. I might actually be able to match names to faces outside of my small group soon! And it's been awhile since I've been surrounded by so many Koreans. Well, Asians, but mostly Koreans. Haha every email I get from these girls sounds like it's from Munhee, with all the ^-^ symbols...hahaha. After a year of being virtually Jewish, it's actually quite refreshing.
It's been interesting adjusting to non-MIT people as well. I think I took for granted that everyone who goes to MIT has a certain common ground...I mean, yeah we're smart but we're also nerdy...you just can't crack the same jokes in a mixed crowd. Even at work I'm surrounded by Cornell, RPI, and other graduates - who DIDN'T LIKE THE dy/dx JOKE!!! Astounded. But really, it's this whole new challenge of relating to people who are on some level similar and on many others very much not.
Thursday, October 13, 2005
peeves
I think what ultimately peeves me are people who waltz in and assume a feeling of entitlement that they do not deserve/have not earned. Particularly if this entitlement is in the arena of my personal space or ... personally with me. It's common sense and etiquette - you're new to a place, you see how things operate and you find where you fit in the flow. Or you're a rookie, you learn the ropes....no?
I think some people just don't have filters. Which I suppose is refreshing sometimes - the what you see is what you get thing. But really it's only cute in little children - the ones who say whatever they're thinking without knowing what they're saying or whether it's appropriate or not. Because they're little and don't know any better, and can just flash a smile.
For example, yesterday I was giving a private lesson to this tiny 7 year old girl, and she's just about the cutest non-dongseng thing ever. She got there so early that she'd already tired herself out with warmups and pushups, and had already done some of the drills I usually start off with. So jokingly I asked her "well gee Lindsey, what do you need me for?" and she goes "I don't know!" and flashes a big grin.
HAHA. Her mom and I had a good chuckle. Or I think once I threatened to sit on Daniel and he was like "no, you're big!!!" But they're small and cute.
When you're in you're 20's, you no longer have cute factor to mask the lack of filters or judgement in what actually comes out of your mouth. Heck, I've done it plenty myself but...it utterly amazes me how some people just talk so much and can ask for favors as though they've known someone forever when...no one really knows them at all.
It's those moments when you stand in shock and think...gee, did they really say that? Uhh....and then you don't know how to respond. Like any statement where someone has an outburst of "FINE, don't worry, I won't stalk you!" - now THAT's got some definite not-normal written all over it.
I think some people just don't have filters. Which I suppose is refreshing sometimes - the what you see is what you get thing. But really it's only cute in little children - the ones who say whatever they're thinking without knowing what they're saying or whether it's appropriate or not. Because they're little and don't know any better, and can just flash a smile.
For example, yesterday I was giving a private lesson to this tiny 7 year old girl, and she's just about the cutest non-dongseng thing ever. She got there so early that she'd already tired herself out with warmups and pushups, and had already done some of the drills I usually start off with. So jokingly I asked her "well gee Lindsey, what do you need me for?" and she goes "I don't know!" and flashes a big grin.
HAHA. Her mom and I had a good chuckle. Or I think once I threatened to sit on Daniel and he was like "no, you're big!!!" But they're small and cute.
When you're in you're 20's, you no longer have cute factor to mask the lack of filters or judgement in what actually comes out of your mouth. Heck, I've done it plenty myself but...it utterly amazes me how some people just talk so much and can ask for favors as though they've known someone forever when...no one really knows them at all.
It's those moments when you stand in shock and think...gee, did they really say that? Uhh....and then you don't know how to respond. Like any statement where someone has an outburst of "FINE, don't worry, I won't stalk you!" - now THAT's got some definite not-normal written all over it.
Tuesday, October 11, 2005
at random
1) Visualization - I'm starting to feel good for Nationals. Well no...more like, I'm starting to have moments where it feels good and they perhaps are outweighing the bad. Because really, when does it all feel good? Hardly ever. I had some spontaneous visualizing on the bus this morning, so I suppose that's a good sign. Visualization is such an interesting thing...sports psychologists swear by it, I just wonder how much of it is forced or how 'realistic' you ought to be with it. I think there's a difference between visualization and fantasy. Anyways, if any of you CA people are around the last weekend of Oct, I'll be in SJ!
2) MIT tourney this weekend - to go or not to go? I have to be at Gov Cup all day Sat, but chances are most of those kids won't want lessons on Sun after they compete. So if that's the case and Gov Cup ends early, then I could potentially take the Chinatown bus at the crack of dawn and make it in time for sparring. It's a stretch, but I'm dying to see everyone...*sigh* Times like this I really wish I had a car...
3) There's a guy in my small group who was a student of shiau_d's at BU! OK, very strange that I far exceed the average age in my sg...most of the people in it are the same age as my former students from the staff days. But they're cool, and my sgl's are super cool. Ironicially, we're going to be studying Philippians...the first study I ever had to lead as an sgl back in ACF...when I didn't even want to be an sgl. Wow, God really carried me through that sg..."so...what do YOU think?" and apparently I kept saying "I think it's cool that..." I miss being an sgl...but it'll def. be nice being in a Bible study and not having to lead it. Philippians...what a good book.
4) SOTM: "Some guys have all the luck" by Rod Stewart. Oldie but goodie.
5) Reason #5043 - Travels way too much. There's still 5 days to go, it's been forever.
2) MIT tourney this weekend - to go or not to go? I have to be at Gov Cup all day Sat, but chances are most of those kids won't want lessons on Sun after they compete. So if that's the case and Gov Cup ends early, then I could potentially take the Chinatown bus at the crack of dawn and make it in time for sparring. It's a stretch, but I'm dying to see everyone...*sigh* Times like this I really wish I had a car...
3) There's a guy in my small group who was a student of shiau_d's at BU! OK, very strange that I far exceed the average age in my sg...most of the people in it are the same age as my former students from the staff days. But they're cool, and my sgl's are super cool. Ironicially, we're going to be studying Philippians...the first study I ever had to lead as an sgl back in ACF...when I didn't even want to be an sgl. Wow, God really carried me through that sg..."so...what do YOU think?" and apparently I kept saying "I think it's cool that..." I miss being an sgl...but it'll def. be nice being in a Bible study and not having to lead it. Philippians...what a good book.
4) SOTM: "Some guys have all the luck" by Rod Stewart. Oldie but goodie.
5) Reason #5043 - Travels way too much. There's still 5 days to go, it's been forever.
Monday, October 10, 2005
reason #4001
Reason #4001 why I hate NY: Mice.
Actually this applies to all of the East Coast, but NY in particular because it is a dirty dirty city. Or it's just...a CITY.
This morning I was getting ready for work and I see something distinctly furry with a tail scurry from behind my tv to under one of the fridges.
EWWWWW
If there is one thing I cannot stand (besides bugs and taxi drivers and people who hover over my shoulder when uninvited to do so) - it's rodents. I've been developing a dislike for animals in general (goodness I'm turning into a freaking ahjumma, I get so annoyed by dog and cat hair that I'd never get one now) - but mice were supposed to be limited to the bowels of the subway. Not my anal-retentively cleaned and scrubbed out no-food-anywhere-near-the-floor apartment.
*sigh*
Just like that semester I had the mouse problem in McCormick, now I can't sleep at nights. I remember one night Jr year I heard a trap go off under my bed and it was a long weekend so the janitor was away...I was so freaked out I couldn't sleep the whole night. And how dmoon was extra studly and offered to trek over in the snow from pkt and dispose of the remains. (aepark, you found a good catch!) I will always remember dmoon for that act of kindness. Though I turned it down and eventually got the janitor or night-time security guy to come and get it out.
EWWWWW
Apparently what people tell me is that most buildings have rodent issues and it's more of a problem the building has to deal with and there's not much you as a resident of a single unit can do. Rawr. Well, my super is supposed to have checked it out and set some traps or SOMETHING while I'm at work today...I really hope it works. There must be a hole to plug up somewhere...spray with some methyl ethyl death or something...
Actually this applies to all of the East Coast, but NY in particular because it is a dirty dirty city. Or it's just...a CITY.
This morning I was getting ready for work and I see something distinctly furry with a tail scurry from behind my tv to under one of the fridges.
EWWWWW
If there is one thing I cannot stand (besides bugs and taxi drivers and people who hover over my shoulder when uninvited to do so) - it's rodents. I've been developing a dislike for animals in general (goodness I'm turning into a freaking ahjumma, I get so annoyed by dog and cat hair that I'd never get one now) - but mice were supposed to be limited to the bowels of the subway. Not my anal-retentively cleaned and scrubbed out no-food-anywhere-near-the-floor apartment.
*sigh*
Just like that semester I had the mouse problem in McCormick, now I can't sleep at nights. I remember one night Jr year I heard a trap go off under my bed and it was a long weekend so the janitor was away...I was so freaked out I couldn't sleep the whole night. And how dmoon was extra studly and offered to trek over in the snow from pkt and dispose of the remains. (aepark, you found a good catch!) I will always remember dmoon for that act of kindness. Though I turned it down and eventually got the janitor or night-time security guy to come and get it out.
EWWWWW
Apparently what people tell me is that most buildings have rodent issues and it's more of a problem the building has to deal with and there's not much you as a resident of a single unit can do. Rawr. Well, my super is supposed to have checked it out and set some traps or SOMETHING while I'm at work today...I really hope it works. There must be a hole to plug up somewhere...spray with some methyl ethyl death or something...
Thursday, October 06, 2005
clarity
How do you be nice to someone without inviting more unwanted attention? (And how come I can't get attention from the people from whom I would like to receive attention? What is this, irony at it's best?)
What's strange is, sometimes you get people who just don't see the signals (the massively NEGATIVE signals) you're sending out. And that's just people being oblivious. I've been there. But the strange thing is that he seems to understand the signals...and yet...unfazed. Full steam ahead with the totally random and abrupt overstepping of boundaries. Hello, you have to READ a person first and figure out how to get to know them...particularly if it doesn't just happen naturally. Eh, I don't know.
How do you be clear without being mean?
What's strange is, sometimes you get people who just don't see the signals (the massively NEGATIVE signals) you're sending out. And that's just people being oblivious. I've been there. But the strange thing is that he seems to understand the signals...and yet...unfazed. Full steam ahead with the totally random and abrupt overstepping of boundaries. Hello, you have to READ a person first and figure out how to get to know them...particularly if it doesn't just happen naturally. Eh, I don't know.
How do you be clear without being mean?
Monday, October 03, 2005
unwanted attention part 2
Never a dull moment...
So we were lining up to get our chestpads tied, and I went to the back of the line (I hate it when people just line up in the front - proper etiquette means you always go to the back and tie someone else's hogu...hrmph) Except the last person in line was "B" and he didn't have a hogu because he broke his finger and can't spar. So I was going to go to the front of the line when he interjects that I can hop into line and he can tie mine.
Fine.
Except then he tries to make conversation...which is all well and good, had we something to talk about.
"So...how was your weekend?"
"It was OK. I went to a wedding"
"Oh really? I've never been to a wedding."
"Oh...um, OK" (WHAT are you possibly supposed to say to that?)
"Was it fun?"
"It was OK...weddings are weddings."
"Oh...so...are YOU going to get married anytime soon?"
Gee, as if I didn't spend ALL weekend getting this question. I mean come on, if you're not going to propose or set me up with someone - don't ask me when I'm going to get married. Please, people! And who asks that out of the blue of a stranger??? I was promptly weirded out (kind of like that last time he asked me for a hug) and sort of stammered out a "no" and made an excuse to go talk to Dylan.
Speaking of which, at least least this one made my day. They brought their cousin who was this cute little 2 year old blob, and Dylan was playing with him in the peewee room. ("He doesn't talk much, but for a 2 year old I guess that's pretty good!") After I escaped the 'situation' it was a welcome surprise to go over there and have him run over with a hug and a kiss.
"Hi Dyllie, I missed you!"
"Hi Christinoona, I missed you too!"
Yep, I live for moments like this. J tells me I'm pathetic that I live for the love of a 6 year old, but hey...it still makes my day every time. Though I guess I should work on this getting married thing if I want to have kids. Eh...
So I think I get uncomfortable when people I don't know infringe on my personal space. It's not that I'm unaffectionate - quite the opposite actually. But I think it just weirds me out when people seem to assume a level of comfort and closeness that really doesn't exist. Doesn't happen to often, but...just doesn't sit well with me for some reason.
So we were lining up to get our chestpads tied, and I went to the back of the line (I hate it when people just line up in the front - proper etiquette means you always go to the back and tie someone else's hogu...hrmph) Except the last person in line was "B" and he didn't have a hogu because he broke his finger and can't spar. So I was going to go to the front of the line when he interjects that I can hop into line and he can tie mine.
Fine.
Except then he tries to make conversation...which is all well and good, had we something to talk about.
"So...how was your weekend?"
"It was OK. I went to a wedding"
"Oh really? I've never been to a wedding."
"Oh...um, OK" (WHAT are you possibly supposed to say to that?)
"Was it fun?"
"It was OK...weddings are weddings."
"Oh...so...are YOU going to get married anytime soon?"
Gee, as if I didn't spend ALL weekend getting this question. I mean come on, if you're not going to propose or set me up with someone - don't ask me when I'm going to get married. Please, people! And who asks that out of the blue of a stranger??? I was promptly weirded out (kind of like that last time he asked me for a hug) and sort of stammered out a "no" and made an excuse to go talk to Dylan.
Speaking of which, at least least this one made my day. They brought their cousin who was this cute little 2 year old blob, and Dylan was playing with him in the peewee room. ("He doesn't talk much, but for a 2 year old I guess that's pretty good!") After I escaped the 'situation' it was a welcome surprise to go over there and have him run over with a hug and a kiss.
"Hi Dyllie, I missed you!"
"Hi Christinoona, I missed you too!"
Yep, I live for moments like this. J tells me I'm pathetic that I live for the love of a 6 year old, but hey...it still makes my day every time. Though I guess I should work on this getting married thing if I want to have kids. Eh...
So I think I get uncomfortable when people I don't know infringe on my personal space. It's not that I'm unaffectionate - quite the opposite actually. But I think it just weirds me out when people seem to assume a level of comfort and closeness that really doesn't exist. Doesn't happen to often, but...just doesn't sit well with me for some reason.
wedding
Well, another one bites the dust. Family weddings are an interesting thing.
First off - congratulations to my cousin G! It was a very pretty outdoor wedding - the first outdoor one I've been to! The weather was gorgeous and Sam and Syd were SO CUTE as flower girls in their matching dresses. Should I ever get married (the all-important question that was asked incessantly this weekend) - I hope I'm not so old that they can't be my flower girls.
This dancing thing - I'm actually not opposed to dancing, and with the right people I've been known to enjoy myself. However, dancing in front of my parents' generation just isn't my thing. Dancing WITH my parents' generation...even worse. Though I must say, G had some good music (Bizarre Love Triangle...the best dance song ever)...and apparently the DJ would have played Korean music too, but I didn't request it when they came around. Too many old people around. BUT I did have the best time dancing with Sam and Syd...when you dance with little kids it doesn't matter that you can't dance, and they're having such a good time, you can't help having a good time too. I hope I marry someone who likes to dance and forces me to.
The bouquet - what I consider the worst part about weddings. They force everyone to get up there, when we've all endured a whole night of interrogation as to why we're not dating and when we're going to get on with it, and then as if that's not enough they stick everyone up there in an embarassing 5 minutes of calculated dodging. At least in Korean weddings, no one jumps and claws for the bouquet...we run away for fear that someone may take it as an opportunity to interrogate us some more about "so...when are YOU getting married?" Unless the bouquet is aimed at someone, which it usually is anyways...I don't want to be the unknowing person who accidentally got in the way of the person who was supposed to catch it...so I hang out in the back and hope it doesn't come my way. It hasn't yet, phew!
The best man's speech - I don't know what it is, maybe it's just because the maid of honor usually cries and it's very touching so you can't really go wrong with hers...but it seems that when the best man tries to make something funny it comes out totally forced and/or insulting. Is that what's supposed to happen? (I really wouldn't know...)
The father-daughter dance - the all-time cannot-fail tearjerker. I have never watched a father dance with the bride and not wanted to cry. I think it's one of the most touching moments ever.
Anyways...now the family of cousins is down to 2. Even though "A" is rumored to go within the next year, which will just leave all the flak for me. Hard to believe my oldest cousins' kids are already hitting 6 and 7. Sometimes time seems to move on without you...
First off - congratulations to my cousin G! It was a very pretty outdoor wedding - the first outdoor one I've been to! The weather was gorgeous and Sam and Syd were SO CUTE as flower girls in their matching dresses. Should I ever get married (the all-important question that was asked incessantly this weekend) - I hope I'm not so old that they can't be my flower girls.
This dancing thing - I'm actually not opposed to dancing, and with the right people I've been known to enjoy myself. However, dancing in front of my parents' generation just isn't my thing. Dancing WITH my parents' generation...even worse. Though I must say, G had some good music (Bizarre Love Triangle...the best dance song ever)...and apparently the DJ would have played Korean music too, but I didn't request it when they came around. Too many old people around. BUT I did have the best time dancing with Sam and Syd...when you dance with little kids it doesn't matter that you can't dance, and they're having such a good time, you can't help having a good time too. I hope I marry someone who likes to dance and forces me to.
The bouquet - what I consider the worst part about weddings. They force everyone to get up there, when we've all endured a whole night of interrogation as to why we're not dating and when we're going to get on with it, and then as if that's not enough they stick everyone up there in an embarassing 5 minutes of calculated dodging. At least in Korean weddings, no one jumps and claws for the bouquet...we run away for fear that someone may take it as an opportunity to interrogate us some more about "so...when are YOU getting married?" Unless the bouquet is aimed at someone, which it usually is anyways...I don't want to be the unknowing person who accidentally got in the way of the person who was supposed to catch it...so I hang out in the back and hope it doesn't come my way. It hasn't yet, phew!
The best man's speech - I don't know what it is, maybe it's just because the maid of honor usually cries and it's very touching so you can't really go wrong with hers...but it seems that when the best man tries to make something funny it comes out totally forced and/or insulting. Is that what's supposed to happen? (I really wouldn't know...)
The father-daughter dance - the all-time cannot-fail tearjerker. I have never watched a father dance with the bride and not wanted to cry. I think it's one of the most touching moments ever.
Anyways...now the family of cousins is down to 2. Even though "A" is rumored to go within the next year, which will just leave all the flak for me. Hard to believe my oldest cousins' kids are already hitting 6 and 7. Sometimes time seems to move on without you...
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