Thursday, December 30, 2010

Post-Christmas Post!

I meant to post this for Christmas but I will spare you all the usual excuses and just say that it never happened. But better late than never!

This painting is usually hung right in between the family room and the kitchen so it is visible from most areas of our home but currently it is stuck right behind a great big fake Christmas tree. Part of that last statement bothers me because it suggests we value commercialized Christmas over the real reason for the season but whatever. Not the point.

If you closely at this painting there is really nothing to indicate to this is the virgin Mary holding baby Jesus other than her garb. This is a painting about a loving mother, peaceful and content, just holding her child. Sometimes this painting reminds me that Mary was a real person, not the halo'd saint we often see her depicted as. She very much felt the same emotions you or I do.

This season I went to see Savior of the World, a pageant about the birth and resurrection of Christ. The pageant gave me a really interesting perspective on Mary and Joseph. The actors portrayed the worry, doubt, fear, and incredible faith that I often fail to identify from the biblical account. Even now just thinking about serving a mission, a relatively normal experience, I feel incredibly anxious and fearful. Just imagine having to give birth and raise the son of God, the Savior of the World! What a remarkable woman.

Friday, December 24, 2010

Touche Mom, Touche

Lately my mom has taken to saying "satellite shut down" whenever she is talking and I start talking over her. Do I have any idea what it means? No. Does it shut me up mid-sentence? Yes.

Thursday, December 23, 2010

Love is a Battlefield

Photo taken by Alexa Landon.
Please note the sideways snowflake in the bottom right corner. Kewl.

Sometimes I only catch a fragment of a quote or common saying and I make up the rest in my head. I watched Eat Pray Love today but was not particularity fond of the movie, mainly because I just could not connect with her character. Storyline: rich, selfish woman ends her marriage for no particular reason and goes abroad for a year to eat and 'find herself'. I ended up crying a lot for the poor husband she abandoned. Fortunately, I did catch this nugget and it salvaged the movie for me: " is good to have a broken heart...." and being my nostalgic, a-love-lost-is-better-than-none-at-all self, I finished "it means you have the ability give your heart wholly to another." On occasion it is not so bad to get that empty-chested, heart-broken feeling. If nothing else it reminds me that I am alive and how wonderful it is to at least feeling something. I have absolutely no idea if that theme was at all present in the movie, but that's mainly what I got out of it. Then again, I actively practice selective listening so that I get only what I want out of my media.

Monday, December 20, 2010

A Storybook Childhood

When I was a small child we lived in Japan for a few years. Though my memories are sparse - only moments snatched here and there - they are fantastic.

The first day we arrived in Okinawa the sky opened up and cried marbles. I marveled as only a child can, wide eyed and gaping. Such were all my memories, of childhood wonder and exotic ambiance. A mystic quality saturated the air and we breathed it with deep full breaths. We played kick-the-can among the tropical foliage and raced the monsoons home. Upon playgrounds of towering red nets we were spiders creeping on top of the world. It was a storybook childhood, framed by endless beaches of crushed diamonds and sapphire blue seas.

Saturday, December 18, 2010

...and then I realized I'm asian too.

Um ma and Halmoni. 100% Korean.

Today I saw an old Asian woman washing mangoes in an H-mart bathroom. It was funny. I laughed. Then I realized that I've washed fruits in public washrooms too. ASIAN.

Thursday, December 16, 2010

party on Vera

This is a photo of a path behind my house up to the hills. Obvi taken in the summa.

Today I planned my life:

Whitney studies abroad in Jerusalem.
Whitney goes on a mission to Korea.
Whitney graduates from BYU.
Whitney changes her name to Vera.
Vera goes to medical school in NYC.
Vera gets married to Tyler Clive (subject to change).
Vera is best married friends with Jennifer and Jordan.
Vera completes her psychiatry residency in San Diego.
Vera has six children named Abby, Lionel, Shaw, Penelope, Renee, and Parker.
Vera finishes her first sprint triathlon.
Vera develops a new treatment for depression.
Vera is widely known as an excellent matchmaker in her community.
Vera starts a non-profit organization for North Korean refugees.
Vera serves a mission with her husband Tyler to Korea.
Vera finishes the last item on her bucket list: live to 100.

Someone once said if you want to make God laugh tell him your plans.

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

I'm in love! I'm in love! I'm in love!

So sasssssy.

I'm in love and this time it's with Emma Stone. Let me tell you all the wonderful things Wikipedia and iMBD has told me about her via photo essay.

"Stone attended Xavier College Preparatory,[6] an all-girl Catholic high school, as a freshman for one semester.[9] She gave a PowerPoint presentation to her parents, set to the Madonnasong "Hollywood", to convince them to let her move to California for an acting career.[9][10] She dropped out of high school, and in January 2004, moved with her mother to a Los Angelesapartment, at the age of fifteen." - Wikipedia

Emma Stone looks great as a redhead.

Emma Stone also looks awesome as a blonde.

Emma Stone looks great always.

Especially with a gun.

Growling becomes her.

Where else can you find such beauty and sass? That there is a whole package.

Emma dates among the elite. Namely attractive singer/songwriters named Teddy Geiger.

Emma also befriends the elite. I love you tay-tay.

'Nuff said.

Tuesday, December 14, 2010 dirty cheater

Usually Harold and I have a great relationship. He always patiently waits for me, no matter how late I am, and never asks questions. Except on finals week. Instead of finding a warm welcome and plenty of studying space, I find only people. PEOPLE EVERYWHERE. Harold asks, "Well Whitney, why didn't you get here earlier?" GET OFF MY BACK HAROLD. So when I go to the library - because that's what good good students who want A's on their ochem final do - instead of occupying my table all to myself right underneath the Asian Studies sign on the fourth floor, I am crammed in the last available cubicle(which goes against everything I believe) on the 2nd floor(where I generally refuse to study) in between Changing Sexual Roles in the Family and Breastfeeding and Human Lactation. I diagrammed my feelings below:

"Oh gee, really full."
"More full..."
"Soooooo. many. people."
"Why are there people sitting underneath the drinking fountain?!"
"Even the bathroom couches are full??!!!"