i love being an introvert

i went to the theaters today. by myself.
now don't go getting all sad on me...that's the way i planned it.
it was the first time i had ever considered the possibility. all my life i thought the movies were a group activity, that they didn't allow single people in. (not single as in without a significant other, single as in party of one)
but i was wrong.
i got to the theaters and "bought" my ticket. (thanks, j-ra) it was a little nerve-racking, and i admit that that was the most awkward and uncomfortable moment of the night. but it was all downhill from there.
i walk into a practically empty room and go up to my favorite seat of the house: the last row, right in the middle.
i was there only 5 minutes early, but i still had to sit through some of the pre-movie crap. it was strange, just being with myself. but soothing, in a way. just me and my thoughts. which, at the moment, consisted of "ugh, i hate this crap".
at some point, a group of three little girls and their guardian came up to where i was, not having seen me until they were in my row. then they kinda sighed, because i was sitting exactly where they were planning to go. i felt bad for about a second, but then i got over it. you snooze, you lose, right?
anyway.
the previews came on and i just sat back and enjoyed the show. it was the opposite of work. i knew exactly what i was thinking, and i didn't have to say a word. i laughed when i wanted, stayed silent when i wanted, moved around in my seat when i wanted. it was liberating.
the movie ended and i drove home. on my drive home i remember my mind being as close to blank as it could ever get. i heard the music and saw the traffic, but my thoughts were just chillin'.
i spent about 2 hours today completely alone. and it was great.
but at the same time, it opened my eyes to how much God has blessed my life through friends.
there was a time in my life when it was a miracle that i was not alone. alone was really all i knew and all i expected. where today, a couple of hours by myself seems strange, before, a good time with friends was once in a lifetime.
i don't say this to ask for pity, and i don't think that i deserve it anyway. God put me where i was for a reason, and i can see clearly now that that time in my life was preparing me for the rest of it.
so, to sum it all up, and by "it" i mean my entire life and being, God is good.

Love, krystal.

a horrible end to spring break

i was driving my car home...i turned right onto mill from broadway and quickly moved onto the outside lane. and then the lights. those horrible red, blue, and white lights.
my first thought was that i was in the cops way, but NO. he was after me. poor little me.
so he comes up to my window and really rudely says, "why were you doing that?". in my head i'm like, "what are you talking about?", but he keeps talking, accusing me of changing lanes dangerously and without signaling.
i can tell he probably expected me to be drunk or crazy or rude, but i just told him (really nicely) that i hadn't realized i was driving "unsafely", so he ignored me and asked for my license and registration.
for a moment i hoped he would just give me a warning, but instead he made me wait at least 15 minutes while he stood by his car, filling out paperwork. it took him so long i started to worry that something was wrong with my registration or something. but no...i'm pretty sure he was at a loss of what to ticket me with.
well, he figured it out eventually: "moving left/right not in safety". well, you're cool, mr. cop. i'm glad you stopped me before something horrible happened. meanwhile there are plenty of people out there driving intoxicated or running red lights, etc.
and honestly, i don't think i would care if the fine wasn't for $171. really? i'm barely able to afford groceries and you just charged me more than half my rent because i changed lanes? you're a horrible person.
and maybe it'd be okay if i was actually being unsafe. but i wasn't speeding, and i checked my blindspot, and i didn't cut anyone off. and don't tell me there was traffic, mr.cop....it was 10:30 at night.
but i won't be anxious (phil 4:6), and i won't dwell on the fact that my parents will probably never let this go for the rest of my life. nope. i'll be okay. no thanks to you, mr. cop.

Love, krystal.

<3

there are times when being a girl is one of the most exhausting things in the world.
my thoughts go places my body is too tired to deal with, and the more i want them to go away, the more they seem to intensify.
and i'm done with all the emotions! it's like a roller coaster that never ends, and all i ever wanted was to float down the lazy river.
so, what do i remind myself of? "the heart is deceitful above all things and beyond cure, who can understand it?" (jeremiah 17:9)
and it's so true. they are my OWN thoughts and emotions, and most of the time, i don't understand them. so i have to rely SOLELY on God. i have to give Him my thoughts and emotions, i have to let them go and trust that God knows me better than i know myself. and i KNOW that He does. i'm sure of it.

Love, krystal.

what's wrong with you, mr. bachelor?

this world is going to crap.
let me back it up a bit.
the bachelor picked his wife out tonight. it came down to two ladies: melissa and molly. don't ask me anything about them cuz i don't watch the show, but anyway the bachelor picked MELISSA. the last two minutes of the show consisted of extreme "happiness". there was a lot of twirling and kissing, several "i love you"s and just way too much cheesy-ness to bear.
my first thoughts were...this can't be real. there's no way this is gonna last more than a week. this bachelor just spent the last i don't know how many weeks making out and sweet-talking with like 25 women. he's been drowned in kindness and fake smiles from girls whose primarily goal was to convince him she's "the one".
almost as soon as i finish my pessimistic and completely valid thoughts, another show comes on..."the bachelor, after the final rose". huh, i think, this should be interesting...and if not, i'll just change the channel. HORRIBLE DECISION.
onto the show comes mr. bachelor, with a pathetically sad expression plastered all over his face. obviously, something is wrong. i then learn that this show has been taped six weeks after the bachelor's proposal. this is promising, i think. i'll get an immediate answer to my speculation that jason(the bachelor) and melissa's relationship has already gone down the tubes.
i was right.
but it gets worse. not only was jason coming on national television to tell his fiancee that he's not in love with her anymore and that he doesn't think the marriage is gonna work, he has the NERVE to invite molly to the show because he "hasn't been able to stop thinking about her". Molly, let me remind you, was the other woman---the one he let go in order to propose to melissa.
the worst part is that the show is twisted in a way that implies you should feel bad for jason. he's crying, repeating over and over that he can't control his feelings, saying crap like "it's not you, it's me". i felt like wringing his neck. especially when he said "i feel horrible for doing this to melissa, but i need to follow my heart". you FOOL! you are a lame excuse for a man. how can you bear to tell your fiancee that you want to ditch her for a chance with another woman? because you didn't realize you could "fall in love with 2 people at once"? i don't even know you, but i can't stand you.
and Molly. you took him back. you believed his every word. you're both fools.
it's people like you that convince me that this world is going to crap.

GOD, I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO SAY ANYMORE. IF IT WEREN'T FOR YOUR FORGIVENESS AND GRACE, THERE WOULD BE NO HOPE.

Love, krystal.

there are some things i really hate.

i don't like the word hate. ever since i was little i was taught that it was a "bad" word. i guess it stuck with me because i find that i rarely use it. however, this specific topic draws it out of me... and i'm not ashamed.
it's sex. well, more specifically, sex in the media.
i watch a fair share of tv, and i really enjoy some of the dramas or whatever, but i can't help but cringe when sex is portrayed as a "whatever" thing. wait, what did those strangers just do? oh, don't worry, it's just as casual and normal as reading a book or having dinner. um, NO.
it's not casual. it's not something that should be portrayed as no big deal. it's not essential in any non-married relationship.
why are you telling me that sex isn't sacred? why do you insist on having people sleep together at least 10 times in every episode of every show? when did that become an okay thing?
ugh. i can't even write coherently right now, that's how frustrated i am. you know what abc? or nbc, or cbs or even pbs? i'm angry with you.

i just want to make something clear: the point of this post is not to judge anyone or their actions. i'm not here to tell you what's right or what's wrong. i'm saying that the tv and the movies don't need to advertise sex as if it were the only thing maintaining their ratings.
i, however, can't sit back and condone pre-marital sex. God tells me that it is not right, and so, i believe that it's not right. it's very black and white to me. BUT, i also have complete faith that my God is a merciful God who offers grace freely and abundantly and who erases sin completely. And i need this grace just as much as the next person, no matter what i have or haven't done.

Love, krystal.

hey, mr. valentine.

it's valentine's day.
i know you knew that, but i'm saying it because it's the inspiration behind this post.
i've never had a valentine, but before you start crying let me tell you, it's not that big of a deal. i mean, yea, i'm a girl, yea it would be nice, but it hasn't happened for a reason, right? right.
anyway, i was just wondering what the point of the holiday was. i don't know the history behind it or anything, and i don't really care to, but TODAY...what is it all about TODAY?
i have a few theories.
#1. business. have you seen all those valentine tents go up? there are even people on street corners selling flowers and teddy bears and the like. i almost laughed outloud the other day because there was this tent in front of fry's that had popped up out of nowhere and there were nothing but guys there. and the looks on their faces said, "i can't believe i'm doing this". which is what i assume every guy in a relationship thinks on valentine's day...correct me if i'm wrong.
#2. determining whether it's true love. i actually don't believe in this, but i'm assuming there are plenty of girls out there who do. they're waiting to see how far their significant other will go for them, maybe waiting to see if he's worth keeping or if he should be tossed out on sunday. for the record...that's the dumbest thing i've ever heard. if you can't determine what the status of your relationship is outside of valentine's day, then you deserve to be single. i'll trade you if you want.
#3. getting engaged. i'm not sure what i think about this. maybe people invented valentine's day so that there would be one more day on the calendar that the chances of getting engaged would go up. right now, there's christmas, new year's, fourth of july (if you're really patriotic), thanksgiving (if you're really thankful), and even mother's day (if you're breaking the news). why not add another day in february?

well, whatever the point of valentine's day is...the most important issue here is, i still don't have a valentine.


haha. just kidding... mostly.

love, krystal.

happy birthday, hermanito.

Today is my little brother's 14th birthday, so I want to dedicate this post to him.

Dear Nino,
Here is a list of things that make me like you:
1. You're my biological brother
2. You're cute
3. You think I'm smart
4. When we wrestle, you're pretty good competition
5. You don't mind our spontaneous bouts of dance
6. You let me hug you
7. You secretly love to sing
8. Sometimes you forget that you're a teenager and act like a little brother
9. We can have a 20 minute conversation regarding the confusion that is Heroes
10. You have a good sense of fashion
11. You're a good athlete, but you still like math
12. You have a great smile and you laugh a lot
13. You let me call you Nino
14. You keep your room clean
15. You don't do drugs
16. You're naturally good at practically every sport
17. You play frisbee with me
18. You dedicated a song to John (The Way I Are)
19. You're deathly afraid of having a Mexican Mustache
20. You're honest...even about the dumb things you do

But even if I didn't like anything about you, I would still love you.

love, krystal-ly-ly

why, teacher, why?

is there a mysterious factory somewhere? some kind of hidden city in the middle of nowhere? just how does it happen that seemingly normal education majors somehow become incompetent teachers?
here's what i think.
it's called UNIVERSITY. (unifying non-ideal values entering real students in training yes) or something like that.
basically, every teacher is invited to attend. and they get paid to go. the more classes you take, the more often, the more money in your pocket. they have all sorts of classes and more are added everyday, so a teacher could attend throughout her career and never run out of options.
here's a list of some of the classes available.

TCH101: intro to powerpoint
the basics on how to create powerpoints with more text than is necessary for the test, but just enough to make every student stress about every word. you will also learn how to create bulleted points that are guaranteed to only make sense 40% of the time.

TCH102: intro to lecturing
an introduction to the art of useless lectures. focus on the 3 cardinal rules of public speaking: making the audience think they need to listen, using key phrases to scare non-listening audience members into thinking they missed something, and using cliff-hangers in order to ensure attendance to the next class.

TCH103: classroom fashion
how to dress for success. a teacher's guide to avoiding fashion trends. this class helps teachers stay unified in their lack of fashion savvy.

TCH 104: rhetoric
how to communicate ineffectively with students. focus on answering questions with more questions, answering specific questions vaguely, making simple ideas sound complicated, and making 20 minutes of content turn into a 2 hour class.

of course, there are some exceptions. there are some good teachers that don't waste their time here, they don't care enough about money and are basically good people. but these are few and far between. all of you good teachers out there, i applaude you. the rest of you, however, shame on you.

love, krystal.

i want mail.

so i'm watching you've got mail with the roommates and i'm thinking to myself, why don't i have a mysterious email/pen pal? it's not as improbable as you might think. and it's not like i would plan to meet said pal and fall in love or whatever...i just think it would be super fun to be able to talk to a person whom i believe to be completely separate from the rest of my life. i mean, he COULD be a good aquaintance, even a friend, but as long as i don't know that, it's all the same. of course...we'd have to be quite compatible in our ideas and thoughts in order to not get bored with each other, etc. but i digress.
the idea i'm trying to get at is this dream of having a confidant. a person i could say anything to, and whether or not he agreed or even cared, i'd have total freedom. he wouldn't even know what i looked like....how great is that? and he'd be able to give me advice or at least some kind of reaction that i wouldn't have to worry about but that i would look forward to.
i'm also not saying that i don't trust my friends. i really do...and i tell them tons of things. but sometimes i want a guy's perspective, and in my life, no such guy exists...yet.
i realize that my argument sounds childish. and i agree that it is. but that's what movies do to my brain. you'd think that i would have learned my lesson by now, but i guess not.

love, krystal.

bad memories

sometimes i do things that i really regret. it's a horrible feeling...looking back and recognizing that your decisions were flawed, or your attitude was crappy.
do you know what i wish i could do with those moments?...
hang them upside down from telephone poles and let ugly pigeons land on them and peck at them until they DIE.

but then i would still remember them.

love, krystal

alabanza

it's january 2o, 2009, and i don't want to talk about the inauguration.
it's really easy to get caught up in politics. but whether you're really excited about obama, or you're worried for the future of america, it ultimately doesn't matter.
the way i see it, nothing has changed.
my God is still God of the heavens and the earth, my life still has just one purpose. to give glory to the God who saw this day and every other day before the earth was formed.
and so i say, praise God.

love, krystal.

"Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise Him, my Savior and my God." Psalm 43:5b

love. l'amour. el amor. sevgi. liebe.

i was in lying in bed last night, and i began to think about my love languages. my thoughts were triggered by my little cousin, who, at that moment, was basically strangling me as she lay fast asleep. and it didn't bother me.
i know, people talk about love languages a lot, and i've been asked for the list as well as requested the list plenty of times, and yet i've never felt that i've been able to explain my answers. and what better place to babble than here?
so...in order of decreasing importance, here they are: (as a reminder, these are the same for guys and girls...just making sure that was clear :) )

1. physical touch
i really don't know why this is number one. all i know is that i love hugs, and that there can never be enough people on the couch.


2. quality time
i love spending extended time with people. we don't even have to be talking or anything. i just like that you would rather be in the same room with me than any other place. and vice versa.
of course...it's always fun to do an activity together...like cooking or exercising or watching a movie.

3. gift giving/receiving
i know it seems kind of superficial, but this language has nothing to do with money. at least not the way i interpret it. let's say you love to read, i'll get you a 50 cent bookmark with quotes or verses, etc. you know, personalized. in the same way, it really shows me that you love me if you spend time figuring out what i would like and making it/buying it. warning: i actually kinda hate expensive gifts...they tell me that you think i'm superficial. and i would never give you something expensive...i'm as poor as heck.

4. acts of service
as much as i appreciate it when you do my laundry (mom) or maybe wash my car, i don't know if i would consider it love. maybe it's because that's not the first thing i would think to do for someone that i loved. honestly, i do those things when i feel that i owe you something, and i feel the same way when you do them for me.

5. words of affirmation
i have a really hard time telling you how i feel about you. whether you're an amazing friend or maybe you have a great talent...you'd never know it if all you had to judge by were my words. i can't even tell my mom or dad that i love them...i just sit there for a couple of excruciating seconds of silence as my mind reels with the words that it won't spit out.
in the same way, words are hard for me to receive. compliments are nice, but my brain refuses to take them in. most of the time, i find them hard to believe. by all means...keep dishing them out...they're not completely unheard...i just hope that's not the only way you hope to show your love for me...cuz i won't get it.

love, krystal

it is so.

amen. dictionary.com defines it as "so be it".
i always thought it was a funny word.
i guess that sounds kinda wrong...cuz it's in the bible and all.
anyway.
i was at church the other day--which is awkward in itself cuz i don't really have a home church here in CA anymore and i hate feeling unknown--and the pastor was talking about the economy and politics and stuff. it was a segue or whatever, but that's not the point. so the pastor is talking about the national debt and the bailouts, etc, and he says something along the lines of "the government is addicted to spending!". okay. then, about half a second later, some man sitting behind me seems to have gotten riled up by the statement and shouts, "AMEN!"
hmmm.
i understand that the man used the word properly. he agreed with the statement and responded accordingly. however i feel that, of all of the things to agree with in church, government spending is not even in the top 100.
maybe it's because i myself have never responded in such a way. even when half the congregation is shouting amen, the word still feels strange in my mouth, let alone coming out of it.
in fact, here's a list of words/phrases i would rather use...

1. i agree
2. you're right
3. it is so
4. uhuh
5. true
6. yes!
7. hallelujah
8. huh, ironic
9. touche
10. clown
and basically any other 1-3 word combination.

love, krystal

julio.

julio's my dog. when i say he's my dog, i really mean that he lives at my parent's house. and he doesn't bite me.
today, i was sitting in the backyard, reading THE BOOK (if you know what i mean), and julio came up to me and started jumping into my lap. it was pretty annoying, he's pretty furry and he sheds a lot, and honestly, i was busy. but just a couple of minutes later i realized that in my life, i treat god a lot like i treat julio.
i realize that comparing the dog to god is pretty blasphemous, but stick with me here.
i like julio. i do. he's cute and he loves anyone who plays with him. but i don't ever go out of my way to be with him. in fact, today was the only the second time i had spent more than 5 minutes with him since i got here. and it's not like i haven't had time. i spend most of my day at home. and it's not like he disappears randomly---he never leaves. i just don't bother. but everytime i do, julio can't get enough of me. (i know, it's an awkward sentence). and i have a lot of fun too. it's as if i never rejected him. he's forgotten all the times i've screamed at him or pushed him off of me...he's even forgotten that i only see him twice a year. he loves me anyway. and he can't wait for me to just spend 10 minutes with him.
thanks, god. and sorry. again and again.

love, krystal

shuffle.

i got an ipod for christmas this year. well, it's an ipod nano and according to my brother, it shuffles the songs when you physically shake it. sounds pretty cool. also sounds way too high tech . it kinda freaks me out, actually. although, there would be a lot of things that could come in handy if they did cool stuff when you shook them...
1. my brother. let's say he's talking too much or is in an iffy mood...give him a little shake and ouila, he's happy, or at least quiet. perfect.
2. my watch. just shake it a bit and i have 10 extra minutes to sleep. of course, then i would run the risk of it taking away 10 minutes, but that's a risk i'd be willing to take.
3. my credit card. free money.
4. my favorite heels. a different color everytime.
5. my face....well, i guess it's self-explanatory by now.

love, krystal.

p.s. my ipod's really cool. i think you should be jealous.

i played with barbies today.
that's right, you heard me. in my defense, it was at the request of my 3 yr. old cousin.
it surprised me how mature she was for her age. at one point, she pointed out chad, who was engaged to a blond (let's call her stacey). She knew stacey was engaged because she had a ring on her wedding finger. she even knew the term "fiance". i was very impressed.
the more astonishing part was the story playing out in her mind. she was sitting right next to me, but the dialogue was voiced to an audience of one...plus the dolls involved. however, i heard snippets of the conversation as she used a low voice for chad and a girly voice for stacey. as i listened i thought for sure i was not understanding, so i asked her to tell me what was going on. and here's the story she gave me:
stacey and chad are engaged, but their friend quit and doesn't want to have the wedding at her house so now they don't know what to do. (i then told her to just ask another friend to host the wedding, a suggestion she felt was appropriate...she continued) i just asked stacey and she decided that she wants to quit the wedding with chad so they're not getting married anymore. chad then talks to his mom who says he should find another girlfriend. chad finds ariel and tells her she's pretty, which will lead to a date, which will lead to ariel being chad's new girlfriend.

the girl is three. but already, she knows more about marriage and relationships than i knew in the 5th grade. and this leads me to the list for today:
facts about relationships- from the mind of a 3 yr old...

1. if a boy asks you on a date, that means he wants to be and will become your boyfriend.
2. a boy will only like you if you are pretty.
3. every boy gets all his advice from his mother.
4. friends are flaky.
5. it's not very difficult to just "get over it".

thanks, i really needed that.

love, krystal.

i'm writing now as i watch a legendary show: iron chef.
for those of you who don't know what this show entails, let me explain.
there are 2 chefs. one is always some famous challenger from europe or china or some other place with a long list of experience and expertise. this challenger then chooses from 1 of 3 iron chefs--more experienced chefs that work for the show and usually win the competition. this competition consists of a 60 minute showdown, where these two chefs battle to make several plates/entrees based on a main ingredient. in this particular show, the theme ingredient is piglet. anyway...after the 60 minutes are over, there is a panel of judges that decide which chef made the best combination of plates according to taste, presentation, and use of the main ingredient.

well, now you know....and honestly, you could have gone without reading the previous synopsis and survived just fine.
the iron chef, however, is not the reason i'm writing this post...although it is the inspiration. what i really want to address are reality shows.
i realize this can be a tiresome topic. i'm pretty sure i've heard just about everyone's opinion about said reality shows. "they're fake" "they're amazing" "i can't stand them" "i don't really care". well, i don't really care either. what i DO care about is, what show would i least want to be on? (and isn't that the most important issue of all?)

1. project runway. ugh. drama drama drama. and really...if i could just "make it work", i wouldn't be having any trouble finishing my crappy design, would i?

2. the bachelor/bachelorette. really? how can you expect to find the love of your life from 25 men/women who are all basically the same person? there's only a small percentage of the population that would even think of being on a reality show, and guess what, mr bachelor? they're all in your living room, ready to "win your heart" and steal your money.

3. amazing race. why risk ruining a perfectly good friendship or family relationship just to run all over the world doing ridiculous tasks and inevitably finding myself in morally iffy situations? i'd much rather grab my "partner" and run around the neighborhood, growing closer with meaningful conversation and funny jokes. cuz i don't care who you are...i WILL be annoyed with you very soon after starting this supposedly "amazing" race.

4. every other reality show. as much as i like other people making fools of themselves...i would die if it was me on that tv instead.

love, krystal.

life on frearth

i cleaned the fridge today. it was a highly rewarding experience. although, if and when you decide to clean your own fridge, please know that it is not a small task...there are several things that need to be done.
there are leftovers to sort out. some that have been there since the creation of man, others just babies--in their first few hours.
there are food items to check. a cup of yogurt that's been expired for a month, or maybe a piece of cheese that no one realized existed. that is, until you discover that now, billions of particles of mold exist because of it.
there are spills to clean. little solidified puddles that you had told yourself you would clean 2 months ago, but never really intended to.
there's reorganization to be done, cuz you realize that you now have twice as much room and half the amount of food you used to think you had.

but the most important part of cleaning a fridge is imagining what you would be if you were an item in said fridge. having said this, i will now proceed to give you a list (wow, what a unique idea) of the top 3 items i would choose to be if i lived in a fridge.

1. MAYO. i know what you're thinking...gross, right? well. yes. it does sound pretty disgusting to want to be a large jar of fat. but you're thinking in human terms. cuz in frearth (the name i've designated for this fridge world), being the mayo is as good as it gets. first of all...you rarely spoil. 2nd...you last a long time because your owner (me) only uses you in small amounts for tuna or...tuna. 3rd...you live on the door, which means that every time the fridge door gets some action, so do you. hello, personal roller coaster. 4th...everyone knows that the mayo is one of the most intimidating items in frearth---only to be exceeded by the all powerful chipotle leftovers (but these only last about 1 day on average, so it's not really an issue).

2. MILK. although you rarely last very long, and expire very quickly, the short life you live is filled with excitement and love. you're like frearth's version of the latest fad. almost as soon as you hit the shelf, you're being emptied. you go from cereal bowl to coffee to mac 'n cheese to an oreo's sidekick to hot chocolate all in one day. no one can get enough of you. and then there's the glorious moment when you only have one more use in you and you get to witness the sadness in your owner's face at the sheer thought of running out. there's power in every last drop. your life has purpose, it's worth something.

3. CHIPOTLE LEFTOVERS. the mayo's afraid of you. enough said.



love, krystal

i don't usually like posting lyrics. i feel that it can get boring and, frankly, it's not really your own. but i'm listening to this song that never fails to touch me and convict me and i really wanted to share it. some of you may recognize it, it's written by garth bostic.

v.1
on a path that's been beaten but no one walks

i've been looking for some answers but no one talks

i've done things i wish i couldn't remember

my God i need You to carry me

c.

out of my prison and out of my chains

out of my burdens and into Your mercy

out of my worry and out of my pain

out of my fears and into Your mercy

out of my past and out of my shame

out of my mourning and into Your mercy

into Your mercy

v.2

i've got stains that nothing i try can get out

i've got hope but it's pulled by the weight of my doubt

but all my faults Your grace will never remember

my God i'm free and You carry me

b.

You're the only one who is worthy to forgive

You're the only one who takes my end and then begins

You're the only one who can set this hostage free

my God i believe and You carry me


what an amazing God that forgets my mistakes and guides me in His eternal freedom. despite my doubt, despite my vain anxiety, despite me.

love, krystal

when harry met sally

i've always been convinced of the greatness of a movie i like to call "when harry met sally". but today, i was in the mood for some movie quotes and decided to look up this said movie, only to fall in love with it all over again. i just can't get over its brilliance....here, read some of the quotes...then maybe you can understand even a little bit of the love that i have for this spectacular film.


Harry: [after he has run into his ex-wife] She looked weird didn't she? She looked really weird.

Sally: I don't know, I've never seen her before.

Harry: Trust me, she looked weird. Her legs looked heavy. Really, she must retaining water.

Sally: Harry.

Harry: Believe me, the woman saved everything.

hahaha. she had pretibial edema!
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[Unable to guess what Sally is trying to draw during a round of Pictionary]
Jess: Draw SOMETHING resembling ANYTHING.

this entire scene was absolutely hilarious...i practically pee in my pants everytime. now...if you're my roommate, then you might hate jess and think he's a jerk, but really, he's just competitive and is frustrated at not being able to recognize the picture on the pictionary board. and i don't think he's a jerk.
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Harry Burns: We're talking dream date compared to my horror. It started out fine, she's a very nice person, and we're sitting and we're talking at this Ethiopian restaurant that she wanted to go to. And I was making jokes, you know like, "Hey I didn't know that they had food in Ethiopia? This will be a quick meal. I'll order two empty plates and we can leave." Yeah, nothing from her not even a smile.

i thought it was funny. i would have laughed, harry, don't worry.
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Harry Burns: There are two kinds of women: high maintenance and low maintenance.

Sally Albright: Which one am I?

Harry Burns: You're the worst kind. You're high maintenance but you think you're low maintenance.

i'm definitely low maintenance. no question. :)
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Harry Burns: Why are you getting so upset? This is not about you.

you have, unfortunately, harry, discovered one of the mysteries of women (or maybe just about me and sally), everything is about us.
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Harry Burns: The fact that you're not answering leads me to believe you're either (a) not at home, (b) home but don't want to talk to me, or (c) home, desperately want to talk to me, but trapped under something heavy. If it's either (a) or (c), please call me back.

i WILL use this quote someday. i promise.
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Harry Burns: I've been doing a lot of thinking, and the thing is, I love you.

Sally Albright: What?

Harry Burns: I love you.

Sally Albright: How do you expect me to respond to this?

Harry Burns: How about, you love me too.

Sally Albright: How about, I'm leaving.

love. this. o harry, if only you were more attractive and closer to my age and in love with me instead.
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Harry Burns: I love that you get cold when it's 71 degrees out. I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich. I love that you get a little crinkle above your nose when you're looking at me like I'm nuts. I love that after I spend the day with you, I can still smell your perfume on my clothes. And I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night. And it's not because I'm lonely, and it's not because it's New Year's Eve. I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.

see previous comment. (by the way, if anyone watches scrubs, this is the speech that carla's brother gave to turk for the engagement/rehearsal party...i forget which...HILARIOUS.)
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Sally Albright: You see? That is just like you, Harry. You say things like that, and you make it impossible for me to hate you.

cute.



love, krystal