My dad is already here! Actually he arrived last week, Thursday 02 November 2006. If you've read my blog in the past you probably noticed the natural occurrence of this "event". I've probably blogged about how we all hustle and bustle around in preparation for "the day" and the fact that something (an appliance, car, water tank and alike) gets broken a few days before he arrives.
This year was no exemption, the dvd player in my room is broken (it couldn't read dvds, vcds nor cds) and our refrigerator sparked and almost caught on fire the night before he arrived. My sister, I and the dogs weren't at home when this happened. We just received a call from my brother asking us to buy packs of ice cause the fridge is broken. Good thing everybody was safe and the small fire was extinguished quickly.
My dad is very excited about my brothers' upcoming singing contest, as well as enjoying the kulets' ( yes we are talking about our puppies Gabby and Mikey).
I have a typical first name and that is Kristina. It could be spelled-out in different ways (Cristina, Christina, Xtina and what have you) but nevertheless it still sounds the same. For the last 2 decades of my existence, my name has evolved from Maria, tin-tin, Kristina, Kristeta, tina, tins and in an effort to be unique I finally chose a hyphenated name now I am t-na.
Mood Swings
Confessions
I always said the right things, throwing smiles left and right, ignoring "unpleasant" scenarios pretend that it didn't happen. I found it difficult to say NO, even though I really don't want to do it. To top it off, I always believed that "If I could just be nice to other people, maybe they will also be nice to me in return". Now, realizing that all of that crap I thought of is just full of shit since a lot of people took advantage of my disposition. Some of them even recognized that I was gullible and naive but instead of correcting me, they completely did the opposite. I've treasured momments of reflection and meditation, the healing of wounds. One day I'll face and conquer my demons...
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