A Series Of Unfortunate Events 8:21 PM

I went over to visit my happy little friend, Vince, for two days. Hence my excuse for not coming up with earlier posts. But you don't mind, do you? *hopeful face* We spent the time eating, reading God's good word (Kids Mop), watching a video (Shrek 2, an excellent piece of spoof and irony), playing Playstation, and hanging out in the snow. We were found mostly outside in the snow, on the niCe little skating rink in front of their house. I exercised my sweet ability of making people laugh through getting into all sorts of predicaments. I got my butt kicked in a simple snow fight with Vince, tripped and landed on my head in the snow. Then I went to the park and somehow picked the right swing that, whenever I swung my weight around, would respond with a loving pinch. *ouch* Then I excitedly decided to take on a fearsome jump down a slope. But instead of hitting breakneck speed and getting my adrenaline fix, the three-ski (that's how Vince called it) just slugged down the hill, went up the jump a little, then landed on top of me. A couple and their two kids found that amusing. *cheesy grin* Walking back to Vince's crib, I was being gawked at by a few teenage girls. I didn't know I was THAT loud and annoying... Later that night we went out to skate, and I accquired a few bruises and a sore posterior. I forget how many times I fell. Then we met a dog called Smokey. It pulled Vince around the rink, but being that it was a racist dog, refused to pull me. I finally sweet-talked it into taking me around, but it had other plans. It pulled me a bit, then shot straight towards Vince, failing to notice my yelps of terror. I hit a snow embankment and landed face-down on the snow. Somewhere in the far recess of my foggy mind, I heard giggling and laughter. I looked up too see the teenage girls who were gawking at me earlier. *cringe* That's life. I later got into a conversation with said girls, although my limited french called for a translator (one of the girls knew english, she was helpful). They thought it was awesome that I came here from Mexico (phhtt, Canadians...). They also found the fact that I'm homeschooled cool, as the translator put it, "F*** you, I'd love to be homeschooled!". I love my life. *cheesy grin* The rest of that night went on in my usual clumsy manner. My butt still hurts. My legs do too. But it was all good and niCe. And I take this opportunity to yell hoarsely, "HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!".

Republish 9:22 PM

One thing I noticed with most Blogger users...If you have a fast internet connection, then I suggest republishing your entire blog. For example, down on the archives links:

October 2004

November 2004

If you click on the October archives, the November archive link will not appear, if you hadn't republished your blog yet. I don't mean you should republish every time you post something. I'm just basically talking about republishing when changes are made to the template. All this to say, republish. It seems like most bloggers I know have begun blogging around October and November. The time I started blogging. *grin* We did a cute little show for the elderly today. Claire and her kids came along, and David (the very cute little son of Claire) stole our audience. No fair. But the old people like us. They say we sing like angels. I'm flattered.

Ochlophobia 11:31 PM

Well now, not ALL this is about ochlophobia... First, we had another Christmas party, this time with relatives that came from Quebec. They stayed for two days. Claire and Miguel and their kids arrived too. It was cool. Then my aunt had to go shopping, and she decided to bring me along, since the purchase involved electronics (no, I'm not a genius, but it seems like people here rely on me for the technical stuff). Since it's Boxing Day, the mall was bustling with human life forms. It was then I realized just how ochlophobic I am. The noise and bustle irritates me. I was glad to get out and breathe again.

copycat...
niCe

still rappin'
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yo
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rapping "Do or Die Life"
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snapping pix at irregular times

niCe

Look who the kids picked a fight with...
niCe

silly kristmas kids
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Mo and Sam singing
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bros and cousin
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lil bro Orion by Christmas tree

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Party On the 24th 2004 1:06 PM

We had a niCe little Christmas party last night. First we all got together to pray. Then we danced a little. We then found ourselves in the dining room for a toast. The kids (including me) got Spritz (I did get some wine after though*tee hee*). We called our toast and yelled at the top of our lungs (just the excuse some of the kids needed to scream). We read something inspiring and then off we went to take pictures by the Christmas tree (our ever-present photographer, my Dad, took some pretty sweet shots which I'll include later). Then kareoke (howzit spelt?) time. We all got a chance at the mic (more pics). I was, of course, responsible for the technical details... Then we opened our presents. We were tired by then, so my aunt and uncle went home, and we (quite obviously) feel asleep. In all, it was a smashing little party. This house is now home.

Cool how the shadows warp things... I was originally trying to make my fishbone boxers glow (they glow in the dark) Tee hee...

niCe

I was messing around with my flashlight the other night... These are the results.
niCe

Weather 9:56 PM

Strange weather this Christmas. I was watching a little part of Ice Age, and at the exact same moment that hail starts pouring in the movie, rain starts showering our window. It's supposed to be cold.

Plan of Attack

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Creature

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Rock Music 1:03 AM

Yes, that is the style of music that is the most prominent in my life now. Pictures of my rock heroes will follow this post. I used to listen to rap, but I don't do so much now. My fingers hurt from practicing guitar. But it's worth it. My small list of know songs is "Yellow-Brick Road", "Let's Make Love", and "What You Have Come to Be". I got good excercise grating carrots for my mom while pretending to strum. I was making a cute little carrot hill, but she removed the grater. *sniffle* I finally got to finish it though...*smile* Tomorrow is Christmas!! Merry Christmas!!!

Self 9:59 PM

Self. Self-centered. Self-absorbed. Self-righteous. A few examples of self. Self stinks. I can't believe I've been so self-centered these days, thinking about my problems and worrying about myself. I hardly write my friends anymore, or even just say "Hello" or "How was your day?". We went to visit and sing at a cancer hospice, and I snapped outta my "self" trip. The patients there know they're going to die, but they don't know when. They're not even sure if they'll live through Christmas. It's very rough for the relatives too. I should know. My cousin died at four of bone cancer. It was so sudden. He was there, laughing and playing, and the next day he was gone. In every room we visited and sang the patients, relatives, and nurses all cried. They seemed very thankful that someone cared to visit them.

Links Section 6:20 PM

I put up a links section, thanks Nanye (forgive me, I forget your real name) for sending me the code. I'll probably be adding more links later.

On Ice 6:01 PM

There's a niCe little skating rink close to our home. We've lived here for over a year and I haven't been there untill recently. But we decided to get out for some get-out, so I tagged along with my dad and brother and sisters. I didn't skate quite well, so I spent most of my time there just slipping and yelling lame jokes. We went back two days in a row, and I got the hang of it again. After some time of being chased around by my sisters and yelling, "You stay away evil lady! Gah!!" (yes, I know, I did borrow that from Kenji's small backfiring neurons, but it did fit my predicament) and indulging in the hockey spirit (i.e., grabbing each other's sweater and pummeling each other with our fists), I sat down and watched while more experienced skaters did stunts that made me look bad. But it's quite the thrill to slip and land on your head ("I see a bright light. Am I dead?" or "What a pretty roof they have here.") So if we ever met on the ice, remember what a wise man once said, "Never pick fights with ugly people (me), they (I) have nothing to lose."

Blog Reposted 11:28 PM

So there I was, screwing around with the options. I tried something I shouldn't have and deleted my blog, when I was only trying to delete the two cent thots page that was left behind when I changed the add. I'll be reposting all my previous posts, so don't hold your breath. It'll take time. (12-18-2004) I have now reposted my entire blog up to this date. I'll be more careful next time...

Make A Joyful Noise 10:36 PM

I've taken up guitar playing as a hobby of sorts. The first song I learned was "Sitting On a Treetop", so that I may strum ethusiastically along with the children singing, "Sitting on the potty, praising the Lord"... Next I learned "Yellow-Brick Road"(love that song, way to go Vas). I sound quite horrid, and people have a habit of closing my bedroom door while I practice... But, everyone needs good critics! I have mine(sticks his tongue out)! I'm also trying to tackle "Let's Make Love". Maybe someday you'll see my name in lights. You'll be wanting my autograph, so be niCe to me.

"Special" Agents... 7:27 PM

What a sweet witnessing day it has been. It was kinda the freeze-your-nose-off type of weather, but considering we went to an apartment building, the weather didn't matter. I paired up with Gabe as a witnessing partner, and off we went to the looming building in front of us. My dad and sisters took on another. All of the buldings had doors that wouldn't open unless you had the key or unless you phoned someone you knew there, but we managed to enter all three building we went to. Gabe would take the phone, mutter a few random hellos to himself and look busy, while we waited for someone to go out so we could sneak in. After two hours of witnessing and evading security, we got kicked from the second buliding. I bet the Old Punk(a.k.a. The Devil)was steamed, since we talked to quite a few sweet and sheepy old people(the building being apartments for old people), including a lady who had just lost her husband, and was crying while we prayed for her. We headed to the third place and had another hour of witnessing and evading security. Just as we were headed out, the manager of the building came out and told us to get out right away. He seemed pissed about something, and told us that he had just kicked my dad out. He already had phoned the police. So we just strolled around until the police caught up with us. They just gave us a warning, talked to my dad, and then left.(Tip: It pays to heed to the Lord's checks!) If I had, we wouldn't have had that small run-in with the cops. But overall, the day was kewl. It's Pizza Party time, after which we'll watch a Bible movie. niCe

Details and Rituals 6:49 PM

I think, therefore... I go crazy. I have a bizarre habit of tending to the tiniest details. I then have a hard time getting things done. Also I have my strange little rituals, which bug me, especially before bedtime...(e.g. "Look, it's 10 p.m.! Horray! I'll go to sleep early tonight!" time after rituals e.g. tooth brushing, prayer, staring outside to compare in exact detail last night's sky to the current one, etc. 12 p.m.) Very, very, very annoying... I'm such a strange child...

Yet Another Show For The Elderly 8:16 PM

Ditto. This one was quite niCe. (For anyone wondering, yes, I do sing, yes, I do preform, yes, I do make a fool out of myself, I love it, the people do too). After, we mingled with the people, to sing joyful carols. Someone dressed as Santa came around "Ho Ho Ho'ing", and giving candies. He lost his belt three times, and when he turned for his final wave his pillow-tummy was in full view. You see, there are those dream jobs... Dinner came, which consisted of sandwiches, assorted fruits and veggies, cookies, and strange mutterings. I hung around an old lady with somewhat of an attitude, hearing her tell "dirty" jokes, interrupted once for someone to ask, Nurse: "Are you being good?" Old Lady: "Yes, dammit!". The rest of the evening went on in such pleasant manner. Word around here is that we might sing for a crowd of 2,000, and appear on Radio-Canada(TV channel here). Actually, the TV crew originally came to film a 9-year-old kid who can babble in six different languages, making him a genius. I hope they stick to their original intent...

The Preformance At Sears 9:29 PM

The show came and went. It wasn't that bad. We set up a little table where people could get our material. At least we had the use of a sound system. After the show I was entrusted to take care of/chase my little cousin Miggy around. I'm TIRED. .:EDIT:. (post had a few strange elements of dubya, and I was going to mention how Miggy was blowing up ballons in the mall) The kid has WAY too much energy... .:EDIT:. Huh? We're watching Ben-Hur tonight... The Rom 8:28 here... There'll be popcorn...

Caroling, Caroling... Through the Slush and Ice... 10:27 PM

Today... We went carolling. I felt like I'd been stuffed, dunno why I thought to bring heavy clothing... The weather wasn't THAT bad... Our first glorious attempt landed us in front of "Heidi's Cottage"(a little sign named the place). Only a closed door greeted us. The occupants were either indifferent or just not present. I guess that was a good thing, since I was laughing so hard I couldn't sing. I forget why, maybe it was the irony of the situation... Second place. A lady answered the door and told us her husband was sick. The latter attempts were more pleasant. At one time, a man invited us in and gave us something to drink, and gave a brief history of North Hatley. A man from Saudi Arabia once owned the whole town... His name was Saad... Gumball, Gerber, G something... And I had no idea that people like the Prime Minister of the state of Quebec (Jean Chretien), the founder of the Jean Coutou (or however it's spelled), and the heir of Goodyear lived across the lake... Well... I'm off to get my sleep fix. Show at Sears tomorrow. I pray all goes well.

A New Hobby? 1:53 PM

A few days ago I went out DTD with Gabe, and there was an old lady who invited us in. Her husband proudly showed us what looked like a giant silver ball. Gabe couldn't even pick it up. Turns out it was aluminum foil, from cigarette cartons, and he was working on it since '89... Should explain why he is dying of cancer... He got the silver ball featured in a local newspaper. And he could use a change of hobbies... The Renewal is over. I learned a lot during that time. System entertainment isn't as appealing as it was pre-Renewal.