February 28, 2005

Dear Diana,

Europa was the princess of Carthage (in Greek mythology), and very unlike Helen of Sparta/Troy as far as temperaments go. The king god (I hate the whole lot), Zeus, saw her, he decided he liked her, and turned into a bull, which Europa rode. He carried her to his special cave in Mount Ida, and married her. What Europa thought of this, I don't know, but that's life. I can think of an example for women's rights right now. In TKD, the instructors say, "Mr. John," or "Mr. Kody," but they don't say, "Miss Chloe," they say "Kitty" or "Rachel" instead. It's not fair! (Accent with thump of hand or stomp of foot) I miss our old house somtin' offel. Oh (sigh) what wouldn't I give for a time machine! Here's an excerpt from one of my Samälata games: (private one, not with Talia)

Cat Turned slowly. Again, she felt the sensation of someone watching her. Looking slowly in a circle, she shrugged and kept going. Suddenly, she heard a battle cry behind her, to the left. Bad move, kid. Now you're exposed to everyone who heard you. She turned quickly, seeing a whole Trojan force (seven or eight soldiers) behind her. She dodged to the only open place, to the right. Suddenly, a Trojan leapt right in front of her. She was trapped!

Next chapter

Pretty good, I hope!

Rosa

February 24, 2005

Dear Diana,

Nothing much to say. We had tacos for supper. No TKD, belt gradation (not for us). It was lovely this morning, so sunny and bright, like spring. I have two stripes on my belt, and Xander and Daddy have one. Talia has two too. It rained about four-thirty. Poor Firestar*, getting all wet. I'll bet the Lake of Tears (i.e. Palm Lake) (small depression made by a broken sprinkler, which I'd named the Lake of Tears, then tried to change, because it sounded depressing, but the first name proved too evocative and stuck) is full up to the gills! Oh, gotta brush my teeth. Buh-bye.

Europa (yoo-rope-uh)

*My scooter

P.S. I'll tell you more about Europa later. Bye!

February 21, 2005

Dear Diana,

Do you like my new date? Actually, it's just a new way of writing it. (I changed to date/month/year instead of spelling it all out) In THPS4* I busted a sick combo. I'm learning to be better at it. After I've been playing it, I've been getting better an' better tricks. Just ago** I busted a dirty combo, it was heavenly. I'm dying to find my other diary, cause it has all my old Ada entries. I miss my old house terribly. I think all the others have forgotten (it's been more than six moths) but I've remembered. I wish I had it, all the trees, and the lawn, here in Loma Linda, flagship SDA nation, 2005 February 21, today. Really. Ah, sad indeed is my plight!

Kitty

*Tony Hawk Pro Skater 4 (computer game)

**My (shameful) grammar lapses (sigh). I'm incorrigible, I'm afraid.

February 17, 2005

Dear Diana,

I wonder why Instructor Elise hates me. When we were sparring, one of them hit a boy in the target area, but he said it was in the knee. Instructor Elise said, "Okay, keep sparring." When someone hit me in the wrong place, she said it was the right place! Not only that, but she approached me after class, and said it was bad manners to say things. Then when she was done, and I started off, she said I was even more rude! I almost said, "Picking favorites, are we? You know that's even more rude than telling where they hit." But I didn't. I have forgiven her, though. I have several episodes, and explain why she hates me. I also punish her severely. It's fun. It works on anyone! (almost) On a more cheerful note, I won a TKD game today. I finished the "Emily" books. I don't like her much. Now it's time for bed! Huh!

Sierra

P.S. I'll write letters if I want to. That just popped in my head.

To clarify in the sparring story: It was my very first time sparring, so I had no idea what to do, and when the other kid contradicted Elise's ruling, I thought that was what was supposed to be done. Also, might I add, I was as bullishly logical as I am now, and I thought it only made sense for me to correct her mistake. 

Oh– and my "episodes" as I called them took place only in my head, and my conception of "punishing people severely" often had to do with them running into poles in front of their significant others, or eating un-tasty food. Not as bad as it sounds!

February 16, 2005

Dear Diana,

Today was sparring, and guess what?! I licked a black belt, oooooh! And a brown belt, a yellow belt, and some others. Mom went to the library today. She wants me to read the Chronicles of Narnia. Why? I read a few. It's bed time. I would really like to write more, but sigh-eye-eye-eye-eye-eye!

Elektra

February 14, 2005

Dear Diana,

It's Valentines' Day. As I now sit on the sofa, Xander practices his Mozart. Mom made pie, and we all (especially Anselm) are gorging on it. I finished my Samälata journal today. I made a new one. Its theme is... Green! Talia's theme is black, and Anselm's is red. Mine is a sparkly green, with spacey-technology designs on it. Talia's is one of her picture ones, not like ours (mine and Anselm's), and I secretly think not so nice.

Cat

February 9, 2005

Dear Diana,
The lunar new year today. I  ♡ lunar new year. Do you like lunar new year, Diana? Tae kwon do today. Dance (but it got canceled) for Talia. (I hate dance) Ash Wednesday, violin lessons, and the last winter Wednesdays class. Whew! Oh boy, are we busy. Fortunately, it's sunny. We go to Sabbath School now. I  ♡ it. I also ♡ our new church, creamy marble, pretty glass, polished wood, artistic stage, sculptures, everything. Oh for goodness' sakes, I have to read to Anselm! Botheration!

Kitty

February 3, 2005

Dear Diana,

I hate doing my form! I hate it! I know it otherwise, but when I do it here, I flunk out. Yesterday, I had another dream of our old house. The party is cancelled. The majority of the Asian population is going home. Yesterday is Groundhog's Day. He saw his shadow, solo... 6 more weeks of winter.

Hippolyta

February 1, 2005

Dear Diana,

Chinese New Year is coming up. Mom wants to invite the majority of the Asian population to diner. AAAAAARRRRRGH! That means we've gotta work our butts off cleaning and cooking (this doesn't apply to Dad, who will be playing electronic chess) for this party. It's probably a grown up party. Oh well, if it's a party for the old people, we kids will have our own party. Rats. They'll probably talk about interesting things, and leave us kids out of it. I see it all! They'll have fun, while we guiltily take another piece of the delicious Chinese New Year cake. Oh well, my hand's cramping up. Bye.

Cat (another Samalata)

P.S. Dad got us off TKD early, so we don't miss orchestra.