?

Log in

No account? Create an account
 

Ivanova's journal

About Recent Entries

Perfect Evening May. 31st, 2004 @ 10:26 am
Perfect EveningCollapse )

The oddest gift... Apr. 15th, 2004 @ 10:05 am
The oddest gift I’ve ever been given?

I’ve received mostly run of the mill, sedate, normal family type presents most of my life. There were clothes, a few dolls, gift vouchers and the I’m-going-over-seas-to-study preparatory gifts. From friends, I received books, games and invitations to parties. It’s only been since I’ve begun my tenure on Babylon 5 that I’ve received weird gifts.

But then again, a lot of strange things happen here on Babylon 5.

I guess it’ll sound really strange when I say that the oddest gift I’ve received wasn’t material at all. The oddest, and yet the most touching gift I’ve ever received has been the respect of the Drazi. When I talked to them in the corridor in Brown Sector and took the sash from the leader’s neck and put it on mine, and they followed me. I have to admit that was the strangest and most endearing gift I have ever been given. Mostly because I took it myself; and it wasn’t a gift freely given either.

And then there was the year Garibaldi, Stephan and I exchanged Christmas presents, but that’s not for public consumption.

How do I handle confrontation? Apr. 15th, 2004 @ 09:52 am
How do I handle confrontation?

It all depends, really. At work, I balk no argument. Confrontation, meet Lieutenant Commander, my will be done. The situation will respect me and do what I want it to do. It doesn’t have a choice. Ask Sheridan or Sinclair, they’ll tell you.

With family, it’s a different story. I’ve been told I get sulky. More so with Ganya, then mother or father. Whatever we disagreed on, I was often able to twist him around my finger and end the argument. And with Papa, well…the one major confrontation we had, I simply went and did what I pleased.

Mama…well…

So how do I deal with confrontation? In many different ways, but I prefer my work method.

Tombstone Feb. 29th, 2004 @ 03:42 pm
Had a bit of extra time off shift...if they would only just dock the ships faster, we'd all be better off, I'm telling you...

What would I want on my tombstone and why?

I’m sure most of my other officers can attest that I would most likely request some smart witty comment on my tombstone. However, what little thinking I’ve been doing about myself dead has led me to think otherwise. What do I want to be remembered for? It’s led me to think of my father, brother…what they are remembered for…and what legacy my mother passed on to me.

Bravery? I suppose I would like to have that on my tombstone. A great officer? Delenn and Vir have rubbed off on me, I’m afraid; only the future will tell if I’ll be remembered as such; it’s a measure of personal strength that someone else labels a person as. A friend, a sister, a daughter: these things are set in stone and I can say will always remain the same.

But my life isn’t over…who knows I might achieve more. To answer this question now, well…it’s a bit early, I think.

Guilty pleasures Feb. 2nd, 2004 @ 02:41 pm
What the hell? I suppose Garibaldi is off snickering about it in one corner and I’d give the latter half of my pay for the month to see HIS guilty pleasure flaunted for the public.

My guilty pleasure? The family rated one is coffee…fresh brewed, fresh ground coffee. I love to smell the rich roast in the mornings; I love the bitter taste. I can just feel the caffeine coursing through my veins. I remember the time that Garibaldi found the plants. I had heart failure and quite frankly would have severed his legs from his body had he pulled them out. But he had the sense to leave them alone.

It isn’t so much the caffeine that I need; it’s the fresh-brewed part. I need fresh brewed coffee. It’s the only way to go.

I have other less family friendly guilty pleasures, but quite frankly that word guilty, by nature, means that I ashamed of them. And I am completely not ashamed of them. But I don’t want to share those in such a public forum.
Other entries
» *Another evening...
Shift that is. Hell, I wish we weren't so far behind schedule.

I'm sitting in C and C, trying for the life of me, to write this predetermined bit. The thoughts that it drags into my mind are the type I really want to think about right now...

*leans forward and punches in a code*
» *rubs forehead*
That Gondor Horn man had be out drinking to all hours.

*lifts an eyebrow* But he was hurting worse than I was...

*pulls on uniform to straighten it* I need to report for duty.
Top of Page Powered by LiveJournal.com