2006.
A spanking new year.
Expect it somewhere around 12:00 tonight.
And rejoice.
Another year of service in His army.
Happy New Years Eve!
31 December 2005
29 December 2005
Noel, Noel 3:28 PM
Christmas Day came and went.
And our Christmas show went well, praise God.
We had ourselves a happy little celebration with some relatives and Sara and her girls. I got some clothes and other needs, which is all I wanted for Christmas (besides that I-can't-tell-you-what). One present in particular, though, brought me mild amusement. It was a little keychain with a light and a noisy, blaring alarm. I amused myself by randomly turning it on near people, and now half the home wants to break my keychain.
Meanies.
I'll also have you know that the little kids kept accidentally smearing food on my clothes. I got wine (they kicked a cup of it onto my lap), chocolate, mashed potatoes, and ketchup smudged on my attire. It was like a mini food fight.
Other than that, it's been quiet around here. Not much going on that I feel is "blogworthy".
In any case, have a happy New Year!
And our Christmas show went well, praise God.
We had ourselves a happy little celebration with some relatives and Sara and her girls. I got some clothes and other needs, which is all I wanted for Christmas (besides that I-can't-tell-you-what). One present in particular, though, brought me mild amusement. It was a little keychain with a light and a noisy, blaring alarm. I amused myself by randomly turning it on near people, and now half the home wants to break my keychain.
Meanies.
I'll also have you know that the little kids kept accidentally smearing food on my clothes. I got wine (they kicked a cup of it onto my lap), chocolate, mashed potatoes, and ketchup smudged on my attire. It was like a mini food fight.
Other than that, it's been quiet around here. Not much going on that I feel is "blogworthy".
In any case, have a happy New Year!
24 December 2005
'Tis the Season To Be Jolly 9:07 PM
I wish you, the dear reader, a Merry Christmas. And many more to come.
May your parties be enjoyable, may you feel the season's cheer, may you celebrate in true brotherhood, and may you drink good...er, beer.
Thus and thus, I have a forthcoming party to attend.
With a hey, and a ho, and a Happy Birthday, Jesus!
God bless you all!
May your parties be enjoyable, may you feel the season's cheer, may you celebrate in true brotherhood, and may you drink good...er, beer.
Thus and thus, I have a forthcoming party to attend.
With a hey, and a ho, and a Happy Birthday, Jesus!
God bless you all!
22 December 2005
Tidbits 9:48 PM
Christmas.
One heck of a busy season, leaving me no time to "blog" (and even now, I'm still running back and forth, attending to the squeals of my younger brothers who are asking for water and whatnot.)
Shows.
Christmas shows.
We got one tomorrow. The last two went well, the first was for a gathering of new immigrants, "Neo-Canadians".
I croaked. And danced.
And danced. Again.
You see, an hour or so after us, a folklore/tap-dancing group came on stage and then invited people to join them in a dance. I urged my cousin Sharon to join in, but she needed a partner, so I sacrificially volunteered.
The dance consisted of twirls, marching in lines, large circles, and lots of sweaty people yelling just feet away from your face. But the highlight of the dance was when I proudly led a whole line of people to march with me in the wrong direction.
Long live the Rebellion!
The second time, we preformed at an old folks home. I find them old folks to be quite amusing, they make the strangest comments and always want to kiss your cheek.
And now that a new year is about a week away, I'm coming up with New Year's resolutions. One such resolution is "Be easier to live with".
Yessir.
I've discovered the joy of "jamming" in the basement, and how irritating my "noise" can be.
(I take no responsiblity for the headaches the following vague description may give:)
One time before taking a shower, I pulled the little plug that sends the water pouring out from the shower faucet, only to discover that I still held the top of the plug in my hand. So I rammed the little pin back down, and watched the pin pop down into the drain.
In short, I like to think that people taking showers by throwing buckets of water on themselves is my fault.
Also, during most Word times, I just have to mutter a comment which eventually becomes the basis for a debate.
Shaddup, Eman.
One heck of a busy season, leaving me no time to "blog" (and even now, I'm still running back and forth, attending to the squeals of my younger brothers who are asking for water and whatnot.)
Shows.
Christmas shows.
We got one tomorrow. The last two went well, the first was for a gathering of new immigrants, "Neo-Canadians".
I croaked. And danced.
And danced. Again.
You see, an hour or so after us, a folklore/tap-dancing group came on stage and then invited people to join them in a dance. I urged my cousin Sharon to join in, but she needed a partner, so I sacrificially volunteered.
The dance consisted of twirls, marching in lines, large circles, and lots of sweaty people yelling just feet away from your face. But the highlight of the dance was when I proudly led a whole line of people to march with me in the wrong direction.
Long live the Rebellion!
The second time, we preformed at an old folks home. I find them old folks to be quite amusing, they make the strangest comments and always want to kiss your cheek.
And now that a new year is about a week away, I'm coming up with New Year's resolutions. One such resolution is "Be easier to live with".
Yessir.
I've discovered the joy of "jamming" in the basement, and how irritating my "noise" can be.
(I take no responsiblity for the headaches the following vague description may give:)
One time before taking a shower, I pulled the little plug that sends the water pouring out from the shower faucet, only to discover that I still held the top of the plug in my hand. So I rammed the little pin back down, and watched the pin pop down into the drain.
In short, I like to think that people taking showers by throwing buckets of water on themselves is my fault.
Also, during most Word times, I just have to mutter a comment which eventually becomes the basis for a debate.
Shaddup, Eman.
15 December 2005
08 December 2005
AIP 10:20 PM
So far I got out five Activated subscriptions. Angelique has four, and Claire has two, which means we have reached our minimum. However, I'm aiming to get out more.
A handy AIP Blog and an AIP Stats page have recently been launched, I encourage you to give it a look and send in your stats.
We held a birthday party today for both Miggy and Samuel, and I was the "official photographer".
Which is a job I'm beginning to dislike.
Photographers are people who seem to always catch you in the most humiliating poses/faces/antics/moments. God bless them, however, it's no job for me.
And I'm no photographer. I can just handle a camera better than anyone in my technically-challenged family.
Miggy will be staying the night, we're going to build a "tent" (which I predict will be a lame sheet job) for Sammy, Monty, and Miggy to sleep in, which is a treat they are looking forward too.
It's great how little things like this can make them so happy.
A handy AIP Blog and an AIP Stats page have recently been launched, I encourage you to give it a look and send in your stats.
We held a birthday party today for both Miggy and Samuel, and I was the "official photographer".
Which is a job I'm beginning to dislike.
Photographers are people who seem to always catch you in the most humiliating poses/faces/antics/moments. God bless them, however, it's no job for me.
And I'm no photographer. I can just handle a camera better than anyone in my technically-challenged family.
Miggy will be staying the night, we're going to build a "tent" (which I predict will be a lame sheet job) for Sammy, Monty, and Miggy to sleep in, which is a treat they are looking forward too.
It's great how little things like this can make them so happy.
01 December 2005
Sammy-el 7:56 PM
A Happy Birthday to my little brother Samuel, whose birthday we are celebrating today.
It never ceases to amaze me, how fast they grow. I mean, five, already?
Just wait until he's ten.
Samuel got a kid drum set for his birthday, he's always been interested in percussion.
Who knows, he may be a drummer when he grows. I wish I could upload an old clip of him "drumming".
It's pretty cute.
It never ceases to amaze me, how fast they grow. I mean, five, already?
Just wait until he's ten.
Samuel got a kid drum set for his birthday, he's always been interested in percussion.
Who knows, he may be a drummer when he grows. I wish I could upload an old clip of him "drumming".
It's pretty cute.
Fellow Ship 7:49 PM
I always mean to blog about stuff right after stuff happens.
Sadly, my appointed computer days do not agree with me.
But I shall write about the fellowship I mentioned in my last post, if it's the last thing I do before we watch a movie.
Right.
We were late (it usually happens), but I was just glad the trip was over. Marco greeted us with a fat ball of snow, God bless him. After looking into the chalet we were to stay in, we headed over to the hall where everyone else was already gathered. After a briefing conducted by Jerry and Jerry, I headed into the hall, was given my guitar and told to play along with Francois, David, and Sebby. This proved to be more difficult than I expected, as Francois changes the key of his songs unexpectedly. I finally stopped playing altogether after I kept on sounding off-key. Michelle's dad didn't bring her bass guitar, so at least I didn't have to play bass. Ellen then read a Christmas message to us, and we shouted "Amen!" a lot.
Yeah, go Christmas Boomers! Or something...like that...
After came get-out time, which was probably the best part of this fellowship. We played Freeze Tag (it went right along with the weather), Capture the Flag (or the Canadian version, Capture the Fluorescent Toque), and Hide-and-go-Seek. I was especially good at the latter, I found a tight little hiding spot and tucked myself in. After some time, I figured I was doing my job too well, as no one could find me. My fingers and toes began to tingle and lose feeling. Some minutes later, Philip (Mr. "It") came perilously close to my hiding spot, but someone called him away. He left after muttering "Tabarnac!".
Gotcha, Phil!
Then Phil got me before I had a chance to touch the base.
Then I got him back.
I was "it", and I spotted him sneaking toward the base, so agile little me charges full speed towards base, executes a dive between a metal bar and a walkway and grabs him by the legs.
Slightly painful? Yes.
Thrilling? Hell yeah!
Capture the Flag consisted of either sides running through the trees screaming at each other (and my team winning every time). Thank heavens we had no casual bystanders, or it would have been "Good Lord, who let the retards out, get the loony bin warden!".
I ran like mad during Freeze Tag, and managed to stay untouched the entire time. My legs still hurt, though. After get-out, blah blah, more chatting with everyone else. Steven killed with his jokes, he made my stomach hurt, the bastard. Then came "talent" night, and all sorts of "talent" were displayed. Nathalie did a rendition of Apple Pie, it wasn't as bad as I'd expected it would be. It was sort of humorous though, considering the lyrics of the song. After that I got up and sang Aquarius. I messed up in some parts, but it went ok, considering it was the first time I sung and played for a small group of people. I believe that night's winner should have been Jasmine, who sang her ABC Song. It was adorable, to say the least. Later, I was asked (compelled, FORCED) to play Red, and right after I started I heard a pop and a snap, and there broke my A string. Most of the adults didn't like "heavy" music anyway, I bet they were relieved. Then came more music, more chatting, more sitting around.
Thus ended the night's fellowship.
Morning came, and with it came big and noisy ships. I was thinking about how it was just our luck that we got the chalet that was the closest to the St. Lawrence River. After Word Time, I headed out and found myself engaged in a small snowball war. I joined Marco's army, and fought for the righteousness of our cause.
Meaning, I got my ass kicked. And called it fun.
Because it was.
Sadly, my appointed computer days do not agree with me.
But I shall write about the fellowship I mentioned in my last post, if it's the last thing I do before we watch a movie.
Right.
We were late (it usually happens), but I was just glad the trip was over. Marco greeted us with a fat ball of snow, God bless him. After looking into the chalet we were to stay in, we headed over to the hall where everyone else was already gathered. After a briefing conducted by Jerry and Jerry, I headed into the hall, was given my guitar and told to play along with Francois, David, and Sebby. This proved to be more difficult than I expected, as Francois changes the key of his songs unexpectedly. I finally stopped playing altogether after I kept on sounding off-key. Michelle's dad didn't bring her bass guitar, so at least I didn't have to play bass. Ellen then read a Christmas message to us, and we shouted "Amen!" a lot.
Yeah, go Christmas Boomers! Or something...like that...
After came get-out time, which was probably the best part of this fellowship. We played Freeze Tag (it went right along with the weather), Capture the Flag (or the Canadian version, Capture the Fluorescent Toque), and Hide-and-go-Seek. I was especially good at the latter, I found a tight little hiding spot and tucked myself in. After some time, I figured I was doing my job too well, as no one could find me. My fingers and toes began to tingle and lose feeling. Some minutes later, Philip (Mr. "It") came perilously close to my hiding spot, but someone called him away. He left after muttering "Tabarnac!".
Gotcha, Phil!
Then Phil got me before I had a chance to touch the base.
Then I got him back.
I was "it", and I spotted him sneaking toward the base, so agile little me charges full speed towards base, executes a dive between a metal bar and a walkway and grabs him by the legs.
Slightly painful? Yes.
Thrilling? Hell yeah!
Capture the Flag consisted of either sides running through the trees screaming at each other (and my team winning every time). Thank heavens we had no casual bystanders, or it would have been "Good Lord, who let the retards out, get the loony bin warden!".
I ran like mad during Freeze Tag, and managed to stay untouched the entire time. My legs still hurt, though. After get-out, blah blah, more chatting with everyone else. Steven killed with his jokes, he made my stomach hurt, the bastard. Then came "talent" night, and all sorts of "talent" were displayed. Nathalie did a rendition of Apple Pie, it wasn't as bad as I'd expected it would be. It was sort of humorous though, considering the lyrics of the song. After that I got up and sang Aquarius. I messed up in some parts, but it went ok, considering it was the first time I sung and played for a small group of people. I believe that night's winner should have been Jasmine, who sang her ABC Song. It was adorable, to say the least. Later, I was asked (compelled, FORCED) to play Red, and right after I started I heard a pop and a snap, and there broke my A string. Most of the adults didn't like "heavy" music anyway, I bet they were relieved. Then came more music, more chatting, more sitting around.
Thus ended the night's fellowship.
Morning came, and with it came big and noisy ships. I was thinking about how it was just our luck that we got the chalet that was the closest to the St. Lawrence River. After Word Time, I headed out and found myself engaged in a small snowball war. I joined Marco's army, and fought for the righteousness of our cause.
Meaning, I got my ass kicked. And called it fun.
Because it was.
25 November 2005
The Day Before 10:47 PM
There's this big fellowship happening tomorrow.
Not really big, though, just almost everyone in the area, people I know, and people I don't. We've been getting ready the whole day, packing, cleaning, cooking, etc. My whole family is all jazzed and excited about this get-together, especially Monty, who is looking forward to seeing his "girlfriend" Jasmine.
Most likely some events of this fellowship will become the basis of a future post, and I'll throw in some pictures if I get some.
This fellowship will also be a chance for me to perform in front of a crowd, as we're having a talent night. Unfortunately, I guess I haven't been practicing guitar as much as I should. It should go fine, I hope. I also need to learn more bass, as I sometimes get called on to be the bassist.
It's bound to be a good tomorrow.
Not really big, though, just almost everyone in the area, people I know, and people I don't. We've been getting ready the whole day, packing, cleaning, cooking, etc. My whole family is all jazzed and excited about this get-together, especially Monty, who is looking forward to seeing his "girlfriend" Jasmine.
Most likely some events of this fellowship will become the basis of a future post, and I'll throw in some pictures if I get some.
This fellowship will also be a chance for me to perform in front of a crowd, as we're having a talent night. Unfortunately, I guess I haven't been practicing guitar as much as I should. It should go fine, I hope. I also need to learn more bass, as I sometimes get called on to be the bassist.
It's bound to be a good tomorrow.
More Babies 9:08 PM
I want to congratulate buddy-boy Nathanael and his wife on their new baby, whose name I believe to be Natasha.
Miss Adorable.
And not too long ago, someone we knew in Mexico sent my sister some pictures of Monty as a baby.
Mr. Smiley.
Mr. Giggles.
Mr. Curious.
I wish Monty was a baby again.
Miss Adorable.And not too long ago, someone we knew in Mexico sent my sister some pictures of Monty as a baby.
Mr. Smiley.
Mr. Giggles.
Mr. Curious.I wish Monty was a baby again.
20 November 2005
My Mommy Is Having a Baby! 8:37 PM
Surprise, surprise!
I was going to keep these wonderful news to myself until after the child was born, but I couldn't.
Yeah, Will Power is on vacation.
My whole family was hoping for a girl, so we'd be an even number of girls and boys. But it's definitely a boy. I saw ultrasound pictures of the little guy, and in one of them he seems to be in a salute position.
All this baby stuff makes me wish I had one of my own. Yeah, one day...When I'm more RESPONSIBLE. Way more responsible. And slightly taller. I'd also like to ask anyone who reads this to pray that the little guy and his mom stay healthy, and that he develops properly. It'd be greatly appreciated.
So I'm looking forward to sleepless nights, many poopy diapers, little puke stains on my favorite shirts, and all that good stuff I experienced when my siblings were babies.
It's been a while.
But then comes the really good stuff.
Like the heavenly smile of a newborn, their soft gurgling, the peaceful look on their face when they sleep, the way they look at you when you hold them in your arms, and the way they curl their tiny, chubby fingers around one of your own and refuse to let go. All that really good stuff I experienced when my siblings were babies.
Heaven is coming my way.
I was going to keep these wonderful news to myself until after the child was born, but I couldn't.
Yeah, Will Power is on vacation.
My whole family was hoping for a girl, so we'd be an even number of girls and boys. But it's definitely a boy. I saw ultrasound pictures of the little guy, and in one of them he seems to be in a salute position.
All this baby stuff makes me wish I had one of my own. Yeah, one day...When I'm more RESPONSIBLE. Way more responsible. And slightly taller. I'd also like to ask anyone who reads this to pray that the little guy and his mom stay healthy, and that he develops properly. It'd be greatly appreciated.
So I'm looking forward to sleepless nights, many poopy diapers, little puke stains on my favorite shirts, and all that good stuff I experienced when my siblings were babies.
It's been a while.
But then comes the really good stuff.
Like the heavenly smile of a newborn, their soft gurgling, the peaceful look on their face when they sleep, the way they look at you when you hold them in your arms, and the way they curl their tiny, chubby fingers around one of your own and refuse to let go. All that really good stuff I experienced when my siblings were babies.
Heaven is coming my way.
17 November 2005
Curious George and the Bomb 8:46 PM
There's a little something going on that has made me curious.
Pretty curious.
It's the case of the appearing pick. A pinkish looking Fender pick, my favorite one. It's been about six or seven times I cannot find it, and then it appears on my bed.
Either my siblings are being pranksters again (they said it wasn't them, and they looked pretty innocent), or I have a spirit helper who likes hiding my stuff.
My dad thinks it's Jimmy Hendrix (?). I say it's a departed comedian/prankster.
Is Robin Williams dead yet?
For those who are curious to see my electric guitar.
I love music.
Pretty curious.
It's the case of the appearing pick. A pinkish looking Fender pick, my favorite one. It's been about six or seven times I cannot find it, and then it appears on my bed.
Either my siblings are being pranksters again (they said it wasn't them, and they looked pretty innocent), or I have a spirit helper who likes hiding my stuff.
My dad thinks it's Jimmy Hendrix (?). I say it's a departed comedian/prankster.
Is Robin Williams dead yet?
For those who are curious to see my electric guitar.
I love music.
10 November 2005
The Healing 9:39 PM
Fool Moon's album, The Healing, is up for grabs here.
It's a good album, some songs I personally like are: Wrong Again, Spirit Trip, Rescue Me, and Just Trust/The Judgment.
Two songs I especially like though, are Mr. President and Angelic You. Those songs have got some real feeling in them, they move me.
God bless the guys over in Brazil who put in the effort to get this CD to us.
It's a good day to be a music lover, yes sir.
It's a good album, some songs I personally like are: Wrong Again, Spirit Trip, Rescue Me, and Just Trust/The Judgment.
Two songs I especially like though, are Mr. President and Angelic You. Those songs have got some real feeling in them, they move me.
God bless the guys over in Brazil who put in the effort to get this CD to us.
It's a good day to be a music lover, yes sir.
06 November 2005
GRRR!! No, Wait...ARRR!!! No...Bleh... 9:19 PM
I'm playing link pirate right now, it's great fun.
My two victims are: Chuck and Cec.
Welcome to my sidebar.
Reasons: I read both blogs, I like them, they make me giggle, they make me think.
And because I'm attracted to strange women.
Hee hee.
I was about to be selfish, but Jesus wanted me to share these links with you. Even though I did steal them...I'll ask Cec later. I'll leave Chuck alone though, I don't have her contact info.
Excuses.
My two victims are: Chuck and Cec.
Welcome to my sidebar.
Reasons: I read both blogs, I like them, they make me giggle, they make me think.
And because I'm attracted to strange women.
Hee hee.
I was about to be selfish, but Jesus wanted me to share these links with you. Even though I did steal them...I'll ask Cec later. I'll leave Chuck alone though, I don't have her contact info.
Excuses.
Esos... 7:13 PM
I was meaning to write about an event that happened at Halloween, looks like I'm late.
Anyway.
I'm guarding the house, playing music, and sneaking some school in. A bunch of creeps kept knocking on the door, some with really bad costumes and some with none at all.
That's supposed to be Jason, right kid? Hockey fans...
So I finally get one cute little munchkin, turns out he was smarter than my previous guests. He was knocking on my door, but I didn't hear him. When I finally did, he was already inside the house.
How?
I ducked into a corner, thinking on what went wrong. Of course, I only forgot to lock the front door. I was about to jump out and give him treats for his bravery, but his mom freaked out and scurried him out the door before I could reward him.
Poor little guy.
I also went to the theater this week. Cool, huh?
My aunt took my sister and I out to see The Legend of Zorro. It's an ok movie, unrealistic action and all, but still entertaining nonetheless.
I especially like Zorro's kid. And his language.
We almost got the whole room to ourselves, but three couples changed that. I eventually scared a couple away, I think it was my occasional remarks in Spanish, and the loud "Pass the Doritos, please!".
It was great to go out with my aunt, we'll have to do that again.
Yet again, I smell the sweet savour of french crepes.
We love food.
Anyway.
I'm guarding the house, playing music, and sneaking some school in. A bunch of creeps kept knocking on the door, some with really bad costumes and some with none at all.
That's supposed to be Jason, right kid? Hockey fans...
So I finally get one cute little munchkin, turns out he was smarter than my previous guests. He was knocking on my door, but I didn't hear him. When I finally did, he was already inside the house.
How?
I ducked into a corner, thinking on what went wrong. Of course, I only forgot to lock the front door. I was about to jump out and give him treats for his bravery, but his mom freaked out and scurried him out the door before I could reward him.
Poor little guy.
I also went to the theater this week. Cool, huh?
My aunt took my sister and I out to see The Legend of Zorro. It's an ok movie, unrealistic action and all, but still entertaining nonetheless.
I especially like Zorro's kid. And his language.
We almost got the whole room to ourselves, but three couples changed that. I eventually scared a couple away, I think it was my occasional remarks in Spanish, and the loud "Pass the Doritos, please!".
It was great to go out with my aunt, we'll have to do that again.
Yet again, I smell the sweet savour of french crepes.
We love food.
02 November 2005
Fix Your Links 9:08 PM
Yes, FIX.
For those of you who have your new blog hosted by Blogger, I ask you to please edit your linky list.
Add links or get rid of the link bar, it's pretty simple.
Because seeing all these new blogs with links that yell "EDIT ME!" is roughly as annoying as my sister's obsession with Kenji, 12 year old chatters, and forwards.
Speaking of which, just the other day I received this IM which read something like "FORWARD THIS IF YOU ARE NOT GAY OR LESBIAN."
I'm sure the guy who began said IM is now happy with his cyber boyfriend.
Actually, I've always liked forwards. Friends from afar off just dropping you a note to say hi, sending you their best regards and some instructions on how to increase your luck and possibly get laid. But beware, for if you do not forward this message in a certain amount of time, some evil curse will befall you and your pretty little life will be ruined.
Yes, they love you.
Back to those links.
What do you mean, "you don't have time" or your "technically challenged"? Yet you do have time to post about the pointless details of your life and opinions, and about which vegetable you believe should rule the planet.
Technically challenged, read this and live.
If you don't get it, you probably shouldn't be blogging anyway.
Look at this lad. Quite the original Navbar. I mean, a whole blog just for links!? And faulty ones to boot.
Hey, he tried, you should too.
For those of you who have your new blog hosted by Blogger, I ask you to please edit your linky list.
Add links or get rid of the link bar, it's pretty simple.
Because seeing all these new blogs with links that yell "EDIT ME!" is roughly as annoying as my sister's obsession with Kenji, 12 year old chatters, and forwards.
Speaking of which, just the other day I received this IM which read something like "FORWARD THIS IF YOU ARE NOT GAY OR LESBIAN."
I'm sure the guy who began said IM is now happy with his cyber boyfriend.
Actually, I've always liked forwards. Friends from afar off just dropping you a note to say hi, sending you their best regards and some instructions on how to increase your luck and possibly get laid. But beware, for if you do not forward this message in a certain amount of time, some evil curse will befall you and your pretty little life will be ruined.
Yes, they love you.
Back to those links.
What do you mean, "you don't have time" or your "technically challenged"? Yet you do have time to post about the pointless details of your life and opinions, and about which vegetable you believe should rule the planet.
Technically challenged, read this and live.
If you don't get it, you probably shouldn't be blogging anyway.
Look at this lad. Quite the original Navbar. I mean, a whole blog just for links!? And faulty ones to boot.
Hey, he tried, you should too.
31 October 2005
The Amazing Cat 5:19 PM
It's Halloween!
I'm expecting to see a lot of ugly kids on the streets, or knocking on my door, asking for candy.
So I plan to play my guitar at high volume levels, and pretend I didn't hear them. And if they try anything, that's what these eggs are for.
HAPPY HALLOWEEN!! Splat!
Unless they're really cute little kids. Then I'll probably give them some candy.
Yesterday, I made a new friend. I call him "The Amazing Cat". I had a stare fight with him at 12 something P.M. last night. The little sucker tried jumping through my window, I hope he didn't get hurt. It was pretty cute though, "Hello, little kitty..." SPLAT! "Oh, you ok?"
And yes, he's black.
I think I just scared a superstitious soul.
I should have gone trick or treating. I had these great costume ideas. Like a skeleton or Adam.
Wahh, I want candy.
I'm expecting to see a lot of ugly kids on the streets, or knocking on my door, asking for candy.
So I plan to play my guitar at high volume levels, and pretend I didn't hear them. And if they try anything, that's what these eggs are for.
HAPPY HALLOWEEN!! Splat!
Unless they're really cute little kids. Then I'll probably give them some candy.
Yesterday, I made a new friend. I call him "The Amazing Cat". I had a stare fight with him at 12 something P.M. last night. The little sucker tried jumping through my window, I hope he didn't get hurt. It was pretty cute though, "Hello, little kitty..." SPLAT! "Oh, you ok?"
And yes, he's black.
I think I just scared a superstitious soul.
I should have gone trick or treating. I had these great costume ideas. Like a skeleton or Adam.
Wahh, I want candy.
27 October 2005
Subscribe 5:05 PM
I did it!!!
OH, YEAH!!! UH HUH, UH HUH!!
My first two Activated subscriptions. Today.
And I'd like to give all the credit to Jesus, as He was the one who did it through me. I couldn't have done it myself. And I have the conviction that Activated is packed with the Truth. Everybody, and I mean EVERYBODY, needs to read it.
The first person I subscribed is the owner of a Domino's Pizza here, he was very cordial and subscribed with his whole heart, God bless him!
After that we went to an apartment building which was full of students. Most of them were interested, but didn't have the money. Then we met a student who agreed to subscribe. After she filled out the subscription, she asked if anyone else in the building subscribed. I told her most of them didn't have the money, but she said "C'mon, the price is affordable!".
All in all, it was great fun, fufilling, a boost of faith, and proved to me that it can be done.
So get out there and subscribe people guys, they need the Truth and answers Activated has to offer.
OH, YEAH!!! UH HUH, UH HUH!!
My first two Activated subscriptions. Today.
And I'd like to give all the credit to Jesus, as He was the one who did it through me. I couldn't have done it myself. And I have the conviction that Activated is packed with the Truth. Everybody, and I mean EVERYBODY, needs to read it.
The first person I subscribed is the owner of a Domino's Pizza here, he was very cordial and subscribed with his whole heart, God bless him!
After that we went to an apartment building which was full of students. Most of them were interested, but didn't have the money. Then we met a student who agreed to subscribe. After she filled out the subscription, she asked if anyone else in the building subscribed. I told her most of them didn't have the money, but she said "C'mon, the price is affordable!".
All in all, it was great fun, fufilling, a boost of faith, and proved to me that it can be done.
So get out there and subscribe people guys, they need the Truth and answers Activated has to offer.
26 October 2005
Neat Paragraphs 10:03 PM
This week, it's been a slow one.
With many happenings that I deem too boring to tell.
Dot.
You see, I'm facing a "oh-damn-what-should-I-say-next-that-would-be-cool" moment.
Say?
I never did get that, why did I just say "say" (there I go again), I'm WRITING, not speaking.
Hmmm...Well, I did have one heck of a frustrating night yesterday, I'll tell you about that.
My parents had to go give a Bible study, but lo and behold, our monthly was not yet done. So cheery little me, I decide to fill in the blanks and offer to finish the monthly for them.
Did I mention my middle name was Happy Helper?
So my mom hands me these papers with the stuff I needed to transcribe, but I ended up doing editorial work on most of the pages, see, my parents' first language isn't English.
I wrote these neat long paragraphs with proper spelling and all, happy I was with my job. I was about halfway through, so I figured I'd plug in my amp by the computer, finish the last half, and then jam while my parents were gone, why not?
Turns out I pulled the plug on the computer.
Bloop. Bye bye, neat paragraphs.
With a hint of frustration (what a stupid MISTAKE!!), I booted up the computer and began from scratch. I wrote up all the neat long paragraphs again, and I was more than halfway through when suddenly the lights started to blink, and before I knew it...Bloop.
Bye bye, neat paragraphs Part 2.
Some snowfall in our area (the first time I've seen it snow since last winter) mated with (raped) something-that-controls-the-electricity and cut our electricity for a bit.
I wished right then that I had short hair.
After my little fit of fury, which resembled an African tribal dance mixed with an attack of epilepsy, I started typing neat long paragraphs again.
Victory!! I finished at last at 2 A.M.
Romans 8:28: 1. I learned a good lesson on patience and perseverance. 2. I no longer need a haircut.
Erg. I'm getting one of those "oh-damn-how-should-I-end-this-post" moments.
Bear with me.
Puppy with me.
Kitty with me.
And if you're a female around my age that's kinda cute...
Sleep with me?
Saying (writing) "outrageous" things, it's my life.
With many happenings that I deem too boring to tell.
Dot.
You see, I'm facing a "oh-damn-what-should-I-say-next-that-would-be-cool" moment.
Say?
I never did get that, why did I just say "say" (there I go again), I'm WRITING, not speaking.
Hmmm...Well, I did have one heck of a frustrating night yesterday, I'll tell you about that.
My parents had to go give a Bible study, but lo and behold, our monthly was not yet done. So cheery little me, I decide to fill in the blanks and offer to finish the monthly for them.
Did I mention my middle name was Happy Helper?
So my mom hands me these papers with the stuff I needed to transcribe, but I ended up doing editorial work on most of the pages, see, my parents' first language isn't English.
I wrote these neat long paragraphs with proper spelling and all, happy I was with my job. I was about halfway through, so I figured I'd plug in my amp by the computer, finish the last half, and then jam while my parents were gone, why not?
Turns out I pulled the plug on the computer.
Bloop. Bye bye, neat paragraphs.
With a hint of frustration (what a stupid MISTAKE!!), I booted up the computer and began from scratch. I wrote up all the neat long paragraphs again, and I was more than halfway through when suddenly the lights started to blink, and before I knew it...Bloop.
Bye bye, neat paragraphs Part 2.
Some snowfall in our area (the first time I've seen it snow since last winter) mated with (raped) something-that-controls-the-electricity and cut our electricity for a bit.
I wished right then that I had short hair.
After my little fit of fury, which resembled an African tribal dance mixed with an attack of epilepsy, I started typing neat long paragraphs again.
Victory!! I finished at last at 2 A.M.
Romans 8:28: 1. I learned a good lesson on patience and perseverance. 2. I no longer need a haircut.
Erg. I'm getting one of those "oh-damn-how-should-I-end-this-post" moments.
Bear with me.
Puppy with me.
Kitty with me.
And if you're a female around my age that's kinda cute...
Sleep with me?
Saying (writing) "outrageous" things, it's my life.
24 October 2005
Recycled 6:19 PM
I visited s-t-e-m.com to download what I thought would be an averagely good album.
But I say unto you, it's inspired.
It zaps me.
It's got me headbanging uncontrollably.
I can't stop listening to it.
I've rated it right alongside my favorite albums like At All Costs, Dropped Out, and Still Dropped Out.
Whether it's technically perfect or not is not of that much importance, but the Spirit it carries, I like.
So I highly recommend you go ahead and click the album cover and begin downloading it. You won't be sorry you did.
Note: Please don't feel like you're a loser if you didn't have time to download Recycled, or if you didn't like it. We're all entitled to our tastes and opinions.
But I say unto you, it's inspired.
It zaps me.
It's got me headbanging uncontrollably.
I can't stop listening to it.
I've rated it right alongside my favorite albums like At All Costs, Dropped Out, and Still Dropped Out.
Whether it's technically perfect or not is not of that much importance, but the Spirit it carries, I like.
So I highly recommend you go ahead and click the album cover and begin downloading it. You won't be sorry you did.Note: Please don't feel like you're a loser if you didn't have time to download Recycled, or if you didn't like it. We're all entitled to our tastes and opinions.
22 October 2005
The Weak and Tired 10:39 PM
I've lost my love for posting here, perhaps it'll come back, one day.
Recently, I've been sick with a bad cough and fever. My whole body was boiling one minute then freezing the next. And every time I coughed, it felt like a train of spikes was ripping it's way through my throat.
Next time, I won't go jumping on a trampoline in the cold rain.
No, actually, that was fun.
Gee, I haven't learned my lesson.
At least I gained a sexy, raspy voice.
I've used the time I had to stay in bed for good purposes though, like getting in some much needed extra Word time. My time in bed also gave me too much time to think. And at this point, that's not a good thing. It's been tough lately, and my brooding, gloomy mood is not helping, plus the restlessness I feel is killing me.
Enough said.
I can't talk about my issues when I'm in a bad mood, it does me no good, and it's not going to edify the reader.
In plain terms, it'll be spreading the Devil's shit around.
I'll bear my burden alone and in silence, and cast it on Jesus when it gets too heavy.
It's the best way to go about it.
Endure.
Recently, I've been sick with a bad cough and fever. My whole body was boiling one minute then freezing the next. And every time I coughed, it felt like a train of spikes was ripping it's way through my throat.
Next time, I won't go jumping on a trampoline in the cold rain.
No, actually, that was fun.
Gee, I haven't learned my lesson.
At least I gained a sexy, raspy voice.
I've used the time I had to stay in bed for good purposes though, like getting in some much needed extra Word time. My time in bed also gave me too much time to think. And at this point, that's not a good thing. It's been tough lately, and my brooding, gloomy mood is not helping, plus the restlessness I feel is killing me.
Enough said.
I can't talk about my issues when I'm in a bad mood, it does me no good, and it's not going to edify the reader.
In plain terms, it'll be spreading the Devil's shit around.
I'll bear my burden alone and in silence, and cast it on Jesus when it gets too heavy.
It's the best way to go about it.
Endure.
20 October 2005
Weekends 10:20 PM
I hate it when I've got something to say and no way to remember it.
But I'll try to remember some of the stuff I did over at Montreal the past two weekends.
The first weekend I did dread, because I knew I'd have to attend my own birthday party (mind you, I have nothing against birthday parties, but here they usually end up...not that great.). The knowledge of this was reflected in my reluctance to get out of bed, eat breakfast and hop into the van.
Now driving to Montreal, that's a real test of endurance, because I tend to get stuck with sweaty little kids who squeal every few for about two hours.
So I've come up with this plan, I have.
I begin to sing songs and tell lame jokes and stories until everyone else can't stand me. Then I suddenly shut up, people realize how good silence is, they shut up, and I get a nap.
We attended the Activated and did our thing. I got a part in a skit about praise, which involved making faces like a suffering gorilla (I was actually trying to look mean, it didn't work that well) and falling to the floor "dead". The food there wasn't rotten this time, so I'll take a moment to clap for the cook.
After that, we all headed over to Helen's for fellowship and my party. It's great how people try to keep your own birthday a secret. What's also great is being able to sidle up to people with a smug face and triumphantly burst out "I KNOW what you're planning!".
We did the usual: cake, inspiration, games, snacks, pointless yacking away, and a movie.
I swear, I wasn't THAT eager to eat the cake.
Then there was the unusual: The presents.
A DOLLY? For me? Aww, you shouldn't have...
"To our dearest Eman: This potato will keep you safe and warm, no matter where you go."
The Potato of Power.
Forget about the day after that, it's irrelevant, it is.
The second weekend: I endured another long drive with my family until they left me out in the rain, standing in front of a spooky looking house.
I think my plan backfired.
So after I walked into the house and got my crotch greeted by the dog, I met four new and HOT...let's just say they're downright righteous girls. It seems my reputation preceded me this time though, because they recognized me from the DVD of a camp we had here in 2004. I did this bad (HORRIBLE, EWW, TAKE-THAT-OFF-RIGHT-NOW) rap number for the Word Time crowd at the camp. I knew it was a bad idea to get up there in the first place...
The first night we had a kareoke sing-along thing, it was like reliving your childhood, a bunch of teens enthusiastically yelling out tunes from Disney movies.
HAKUNA MATATA!!
The next day, after a Word class on Activated, we headed out to Activate our part of the world. I didn't get any subscriptions, but yeah, I did my part, and that counts. So THERE. At least I got hooked up with a great witnessing partner, Cec. It was like, "Ha ha, I got Cec, you guys WISH she was your partner *blows raspberry* La la la la la"...When we arrived back home, we all got ready to PAR-TAY! We had a beyond swell dance and game night, I got to slow dance with a broom, was voted "The Weakest Link", and some other cool happenings which I'll keep to myself.
I keep the best for myself. Selfish.
That, and it's great to be...(Hormones: "NOOO, he won't say it, will he? NOOO!!)...SINGLE!!!
So it was only the best fellowship since I came to Canada, or even before that.
FAMILY GIRLS ROCK!!
"I used to think...blah blah blah...Disillusioned, greener grass on that side. I'm in confusion, before I fell in love...with the girls from Toronto!"
"Lainey's wonderful smile,
Ceci's BOOBS! (she'll KILL me...),
blah blah blah...,
Shelly had a dance with me,
Leila's pretty (damn sexy),
now I can truly see..."
FAMILY GIRLS ROCK!!
But I'll try to remember some of the stuff I did over at Montreal the past two weekends.
The first weekend I did dread, because I knew I'd have to attend my own birthday party (mind you, I have nothing against birthday parties, but here they usually end up...not that great.). The knowledge of this was reflected in my reluctance to get out of bed, eat breakfast and hop into the van.
Now driving to Montreal, that's a real test of endurance, because I tend to get stuck with sweaty little kids who squeal every few for about two hours.
So I've come up with this plan, I have.
I begin to sing songs and tell lame jokes and stories until everyone else can't stand me. Then I suddenly shut up, people realize how good silence is, they shut up, and I get a nap.
We attended the Activated and did our thing. I got a part in a skit about praise, which involved making faces like a suffering gorilla (I was actually trying to look mean, it didn't work that well) and falling to the floor "dead". The food there wasn't rotten this time, so I'll take a moment to clap for the cook.
After that, we all headed over to Helen's for fellowship and my party. It's great how people try to keep your own birthday a secret. What's also great is being able to sidle up to people with a smug face and triumphantly burst out "I KNOW what you're planning!".
We did the usual: cake, inspiration, games, snacks, pointless yacking away, and a movie.
I swear, I wasn't THAT eager to eat the cake.Then there was the unusual: The presents.
A DOLLY? For me? Aww, you shouldn't have...
"To our dearest Eman: This potato will keep you safe and warm, no matter where you go."
The Potato of Power.Forget about the day after that, it's irrelevant, it is.
The second weekend: I endured another long drive with my family until they left me out in the rain, standing in front of a spooky looking house.
I think my plan backfired.
So after I walked into the house and got my crotch greeted by the dog, I met four new and HOT...let's just say they're downright righteous girls. It seems my reputation preceded me this time though, because they recognized me from the DVD of a camp we had here in 2004. I did this bad (HORRIBLE, EWW, TAKE-THAT-OFF-RIGHT-NOW) rap number for the Word Time crowd at the camp. I knew it was a bad idea to get up there in the first place...
The first night we had a kareoke sing-along thing, it was like reliving your childhood, a bunch of teens enthusiastically yelling out tunes from Disney movies.
HAKUNA MATATA!!
The next day, after a Word class on Activated, we headed out to Activate our part of the world. I didn't get any subscriptions, but yeah, I did my part, and that counts. So THERE. At least I got hooked up with a great witnessing partner, Cec. It was like, "Ha ha, I got Cec, you guys WISH she was your partner *blows raspberry* La la la la la"...When we arrived back home, we all got ready to PAR-TAY! We had a beyond swell dance and game night, I got to slow dance with a broom, was voted "The Weakest Link", and some other cool happenings which I'll keep to myself.
I keep the best for myself. Selfish.
That, and it's great to be...(Hormones: "NOOO, he won't say it, will he? NOOO!!)...SINGLE!!!
So it was only the best fellowship since I came to Canada, or even before that.
FAMILY GIRLS ROCK!!
"I used to think...blah blah blah...Disillusioned, greener grass on that side. I'm in confusion, before I fell in love...with the girls from Toronto!"
"Lainey's wonderful smile,
Ceci's BOOBS! (she'll KILL me...),
blah blah blah...,
Shelly had a dance with me,
Leila's pretty (damn sexy),
now I can truly see..."
FAMILY GIRLS ROCK!!
17 October 2005
17 8:18 PM
I've been so busy with stuff, that I forgot to wish a happy birthday to two really swell guys: Gabe and Tony.
I'm praying the Lord gives them a year filled with His blessings.
As some of you know, I turned 17 this year, this day.
17 on the 17th.
I feel OLD. It's surprising how the years go by, you're dreaming about being older and one day you wake up 17.
Yikes.
For my birthyday, I got me an electric guitar, a Fender Squire with a Fender Frontman amp, and the cable, picks, and case to go with it too.
It's averagely good equipment, it'll serve me well.
PTL!
Where's my earplugs?
I'm praying the Lord gives them a year filled with His blessings.
As some of you know, I turned 17 this year, this day.
17 on the 17th.
I feel OLD. It's surprising how the years go by, you're dreaming about being older and one day you wake up 17.
Yikes.
For my birthyday, I got me an electric guitar, a Fender Squire with a Fender Frontman amp, and the cable, picks, and case to go with it too.
It's averagely good equipment, it'll serve me well.
PTL!
Where's my earplugs?
11 October 2005
I Am A Whiner 12:25 AM
I know I shouldn't be posting, not now, not when I've got nothing much to say.
But the more posts the better, right?
Shut up.
And just after Thanksgiving, I'm feeling kind of whinny.
The irony is perfect.
Well, we saw a movie, ate a good dinner, and had our relatives over. Joy (my cousin) was able to attend this Thanksgiving with her daughter Charlotte, it was niCe to see them again.
I need to conclude this post before I say something "offensive". You see, I recently found my naughty mouth again, which is nothing more than my wit used negatively. I don't mean to be arrogant, but I'm pretty good at sarcasm. At least that's what Richard implied before he dragged me around the room for beating him at a battle of wits.
I bear the scar.
Just pray that my sarcasm does not got overboard like it did in Mexico.
Some things need only happen once.
And it's all those...people's fault.
I don't like people. With some exceptions, of course.
Don't feel bad, I'm always contradicting myself.
But the more posts the better, right?
Shut up.
And just after Thanksgiving, I'm feeling kind of whinny.
The irony is perfect.
Well, we saw a movie, ate a good dinner, and had our relatives over. Joy (my cousin) was able to attend this Thanksgiving with her daughter Charlotte, it was niCe to see them again.
I need to conclude this post before I say something "offensive". You see, I recently found my naughty mouth again, which is nothing more than my wit used negatively. I don't mean to be arrogant, but I'm pretty good at sarcasm. At least that's what Richard implied before he dragged me around the room for beating him at a battle of wits.
I bear the scar.
Just pray that my sarcasm does not got overboard like it did in Mexico.
Some things need only happen once.
And it's all those...people's fault.
I don't like people. With some exceptions, of course.
Don't feel bad, I'm always contradicting myself.
10 October 2005
Year One 8:30 PM
Happy Birthday!!
To this site, but also to my dear friend Rory, (I'm sorry I forgot your birthday, I always get confused and think it's the 9th) and a belated one to Flo, who seems to be loving the benefits of being sweet sixteen.
If you're wondering about that post I left in draft hell, it's out, and it's right under this one.
I know most bloggers give their readers a present when it's their blogs' birthday, but I won't.
Just call me Ebenezer Scrooge.
Looks like I need to go, the Thanksgiving celebration is in full swing and I'm here sneaking this in.
This post could be my present to you.
Don't whine, you've got a lot to be thankful for.
And if you're good, I just might get you something.
To this site, but also to my dear friend Rory, (I'm sorry I forgot your birthday, I always get confused and think it's the 9th) and a belated one to Flo, who seems to be loving the benefits of being sweet sixteen.
If you're wondering about that post I left in draft hell, it's out, and it's right under this one.
I know most bloggers give their readers a present when it's their blogs' birthday, but I won't.
Just call me Ebenezer Scrooge.
Looks like I need to go, the Thanksgiving celebration is in full swing and I'm here sneaking this in.
This post could be my present to you.
Don't whine, you've got a lot to be thankful for.
And if you're good, I just might get you something.
06 October 2005
Helpful Tips On The Dysfunctional World Of Chatting 11:42 PM
It all started when I decided to take my little ship for an explore into Cyberspace. Being the adventurous kind, I ventured deep into Cyberspace. This detour soon had me running low on fuel, so I decided to try and land on a nearby planet and ask for fuel.
I entered Grammar Bad galaxy, and headed off toward planet I Kant Spel. After a safe and well executed landing (for those allergic to bullshit, don't read that phrase. Oops, too late.), I got out to inspect my surroundings. No sooner had I set foot on terra firma, I was encircled by a group of little yellow and round people.
I jutted my hand out in a friendly salute. They reacted by emitting strange noises like "WTF" and "LOL". One of them squeaked out "BRB" and ran off. He soon came back with a translator, who told me the Chatters (the yellow and round fellows) would refuel my ship, and that meanwhile, he'd take me on a tour of Chatopolis.
I was not prepared for what I saw.
I saw row upon row of cubicles, each equipped with their individual internet-linked computers. They're a peculiar species, these Chatters. Most are socially inept, and don't know what their sun looks like.
After a while I noticed that my presence was becoming less tolerated, or maybe it was just my comments like, "May I recommend the spell check button?", "Gossip...", or "That's not even remotely funny". Finally I was asked to leave the planet, and with a sigh of gratitude, I hopped into my vehicle and sped off to The Real World.
Arriving back home, I decided to write up a few tips for others who may happen upon these Chatters. This is not a comprehensive list, but it may help you to comprehend and communicate with them.
Helpful Tips On The Dysfunctional World of Chatting:
A Tip On How To Appear As An Intelligent Individual Who Deserves Respect:
Feel informed.
I entered Grammar Bad galaxy, and headed off toward planet I Kant Spel. After a safe and well executed landing (for those allergic to bullshit, don't read that phrase. Oops, too late.), I got out to inspect my surroundings. No sooner had I set foot on terra firma, I was encircled by a group of little yellow and round people.
I jutted my hand out in a friendly salute. They reacted by emitting strange noises like "WTF" and "LOL". One of them squeaked out "BRB" and ran off. He soon came back with a translator, who told me the Chatters (the yellow and round fellows) would refuel my ship, and that meanwhile, he'd take me on a tour of Chatopolis.
I was not prepared for what I saw.
I saw row upon row of cubicles, each equipped with their individual internet-linked computers. They're a peculiar species, these Chatters. Most are socially inept, and don't know what their sun looks like.
After a while I noticed that my presence was becoming less tolerated, or maybe it was just my comments like, "May I recommend the spell check button?", "Gossip...", or "That's not even remotely funny". Finally I was asked to leave the planet, and with a sigh of gratitude, I hopped into my vehicle and sped off to The Real World.
Arriving back home, I decided to write up a few tips for others who may happen upon these Chatters. This is not a comprehensive list, but it may help you to comprehend and communicate with them.
Helpful Tips On The Dysfunctional World of Chatting:
- Do NOT spell correctly. Whether you can or cannot spell is irrelevant, a true Chatter does not spell correctly.
- Do NOT use spell check. If you are an aspiring Chatter, remember, it's a no-no. If you are a Chatter, by the time your errors are checked, the server will have crashed and died, so it's pointless, really.
- WRITE IN CAPS. AREN'T THESE BIG, BOLD LETTERS FUN? NO, I'M NOT SHOUTING AT YOU. FINE, I SHOUT AT YOU BECAUSE I LOVE YOU. HA HA HA, AND THEY SAY THAT THOSE 1 KILO BAGS OF SUGAR WERE BAD FOR ME!?...WOO-HOO! I'M SOOOOO HAPPY, I'M SOOOO HAPPY...
- Almost anything can be abbreviated into three or four letter words: lol, brb, wtv, wtf, rofl, asl, omg, etc...Use these in excess.
- "Z" your wordz. Becauze it soundz cool, lolz.
- Write nonsense. Your fellow chatters will like it...Isn't the Easter bunny sexy? ALL HAIL THE ROTTEN SOCK!
- A smiley is worth a thousand abbreviated and misspelled words. Use them in excess. Note to the guys: The :P smiley after every few sentences is manly. Very manly.
- Pick fights with random people. It doesn't matter if you know beans about the topic of discussion, just pick a fight and test your wit.
- Proper grammar is of the devil.
A Tip On How To Appear As An Intelligent Individual Who Deserves Respect:
- Ignore all of the above.
Feel informed.
Helpful Tips On The Dysfunctional World Of Cha Ting 11:42 PM
It all started when I decided to take my little ship for an explore into Cyberspace. Being that I am the adventurous kind, I ventured deep into Cyberspace. With so much to see, I spent an inordinate amount of time sightseeing, until I ran low on fuel. In consulting my map, I decided to try and land on a nearby planet and ask for fuel.
I entered Grammar Bad galaxy, and headed off toward planet I Kant Spel. After a safe and well executed landing (for those allergic to bullshit, don't read that phrase. Oops, too late.), I got out to inspect my surroundings. No sooner had I set foot on terra firma, I was encircled by a group of little yellow and round people.
I jutted my hand out in a friendly salute. They reacted by emitting strange noises like "WTF" and "LOL". One of them squeaked out "BRB" and ran off. He soon came back with a translator, who told me the Chatters (the yellow and round fellows) would refuel my ship, and that meanwhile, he'd take me on a tour of Chatopolis.
Chatopolis, he explained, was the capital of the country of Cha Ting. A long time ago, a disheartened reject, pushed away by society and embittered by his social ineptness, flew to this planet and declared that he would start a kingdom where all could be equal. The translator said all this with an air of boyish enthusiasm, as if he were reminiscing his first kiss with the love of his life.
I sniggered quietly and turned my attention to the city. I saw row upon row of cubicles, each equipped with their individual internet-linked computers. Taking a closer look into one, a nauseating odor caught my nose. A bearded Chatter looked up from his desk, startled, and then proceeding to fling a bag of oily chips at me. They're a peculiar species, these Chatters. Most are socially inept, could use a shower, and don't know what their sun looks like.
After a while, I noticed that my presence was becoming less tolerated, or maybe it was just my comments like, "May I recommend the spell check button?", "Gossip...", or "That's not even remotely funny". Finally, the mayor himself came up to me and vented his displeasure at my comments. It came out something like this: "Ugh, you're, like, ugh, meanie, I'll zap you with my sword of power, yesh. I've got a bow and arrow in my pocket, you don't wanna mess with me, I'm a Jedi! I'm telling my mommy on you!" Then I was asked to leave the planet, and with a sigh of gratitude, I hopped into my vehicle and sped off to The Real World.
Arriving back home, I decided to write up a few tips for others who may happen upon these Chatters. This is not a comprehensive list, but it may help you to comprehend and communicate with them.
Helpful Tips On The Dysfunctional World of Chatting:
A Tip On How To Appear As An Intelligent Individual Who Deserves Respect:
I entered Grammar Bad galaxy, and headed off toward planet I Kant Spel. After a safe and well executed landing (for those allergic to bullshit, don't read that phrase. Oops, too late.), I got out to inspect my surroundings. No sooner had I set foot on terra firma, I was encircled by a group of little yellow and round people.
I jutted my hand out in a friendly salute. They reacted by emitting strange noises like "WTF" and "LOL". One of them squeaked out "BRB" and ran off. He soon came back with a translator, who told me the Chatters (the yellow and round fellows) would refuel my ship, and that meanwhile, he'd take me on a tour of Chatopolis.
Chatopolis, he explained, was the capital of the country of Cha Ting. A long time ago, a disheartened reject, pushed away by society and embittered by his social ineptness, flew to this planet and declared that he would start a kingdom where all could be equal. The translator said all this with an air of boyish enthusiasm, as if he were reminiscing his first kiss with the love of his life.
I sniggered quietly and turned my attention to the city. I saw row upon row of cubicles, each equipped with their individual internet-linked computers. Taking a closer look into one, a nauseating odor caught my nose. A bearded Chatter looked up from his desk, startled, and then proceeding to fling a bag of oily chips at me. They're a peculiar species, these Chatters. Most are socially inept, could use a shower, and don't know what their sun looks like.
After a while, I noticed that my presence was becoming less tolerated, or maybe it was just my comments like, "May I recommend the spell check button?", "Gossip...", or "That's not even remotely funny". Finally, the mayor himself came up to me and vented his displeasure at my comments. It came out something like this: "Ugh, you're, like, ugh, meanie, I'll zap you with my sword of power, yesh. I've got a bow and arrow in my pocket, you don't wanna mess with me, I'm a Jedi! I'm telling my mommy on you!" Then I was asked to leave the planet, and with a sigh of gratitude, I hopped into my vehicle and sped off to The Real World.
Arriving back home, I decided to write up a few tips for others who may happen upon these Chatters. This is not a comprehensive list, but it may help you to comprehend and communicate with them.
Helpful Tips On The Dysfunctional World of Chatting:
- Do NOT spell correctly. Whether you can or cannot spell is irrelevant, a true Chatter does not spell correctly.
- Do NOT use spell check. If you are an aspiring Chatter, remember, it's a no-no. If you are a Chatter, by the time your errors are checked, the server will have crashed and died, so it's pointless, really.
- WRITE IN CAPS. AREN'T THESE BIG, BOLD LETTERS FUN? NO, I'M NOT SHOUTING AT YOU. FINE, I SHOUT AT YOU BECAUSE I LOVE YOU. HA HA HA, AND THEY SAY THAT THOSE 1 KILO BAGS OF SUGAR WERE BAD FOR ME!?...WOO-HOO! I'M SOOOOO HAPPY, I'M SOOOO HAPPY...
- Almost anything can be abbreviated into three or four letter words: lol, brb, wtv, wtf, rofl, asl, omg, etc...Use these in excess.
- "Z" your wordz. Becauze it soundz cool, lolz.
- Write nonsense. Your fellow chatters will like it...Isn't the Easter bunny sexy? ALL HAIL THE ROTTEN SOCK!
- A smiley is worth a thousand abbreviated and misspelled words. Use them in excess. Note to the guys: The :P smiley after every few sentences is manly. Very manly.
- Be a raging dickhead troll.
- Proper grammar is a horrendous scheme to control us into mindless, proper robots by the anal Grammatic Nazis.
A Tip On How To Appear As An Intelligent Individual Who Deserves Respect:
- Ignore all of the above.
02 October 2005
It's The Air In That Town 7:04 PM
Well, I still didn't finish that post I left in draft hell.
It needs to suffer for it's mediocrity.
Yesterday I attended Vincent's birthday party. I had fun, cake, and little Oreo cookies with milk. In that order. I took some photos as well, but I'll keep those here in my computer in order to protect the reputation of my client, Vincent.
I have to, he's got some bad pictures of me, too.
Well, I met some of Vincent's friends and relatives, and I'm convinced they're all regular smokers of weed. That, or they're just really weird. I also got to observe the locals version of Jackass. The stunt I saw was three guys on skateboards holding on to a moving scooter. The crazy trio held on while the driver attempted to set a speed record.
I also attempted to set a speed record going downhill on a bike with my eyes closed.
Must be the air in that town.
I was invited to stay the night at Vincent's place, so I popped out of bed the next day to breathe the town's air. I spent the day in the sun, swinging, running, shooting little kids with water guns, walking, talking, and running away from ugly chicks. Ok, so they weren't THAT ugly, but I'm not eager to meet new people.
I smell food. Ahhhh, yes, spagetti.
Mama mia, I'm off.
Ciao.
It needs to suffer for it's mediocrity.
Yesterday I attended Vincent's birthday party. I had fun, cake, and little Oreo cookies with milk. In that order. I took some photos as well, but I'll keep those here in my computer in order to protect the reputation of my client, Vincent.
I have to, he's got some bad pictures of me, too.
Well, I met some of Vincent's friends and relatives, and I'm convinced they're all regular smokers of weed. That, or they're just really weird. I also got to observe the locals version of Jackass. The stunt I saw was three guys on skateboards holding on to a moving scooter. The crazy trio held on while the driver attempted to set a speed record.
I also attempted to set a speed record going downhill on a bike with my eyes closed.
Must be the air in that town.
I was invited to stay the night at Vincent's place, so I popped out of bed the next day to breathe the town's air. I spent the day in the sun, swinging, running, shooting little kids with water guns, walking, talking, and running away from ugly chicks. Ok, so they weren't THAT ugly, but I'm not eager to meet new people.
I smell food. Ahhhh, yes, spagetti.
Mama mia, I'm off.
Ciao.
01 October 2005
Wake Me Up When September Ends 4:21 PM
It's the perfect thing to say before going to bed on the last day of September.
For the benefit of those brilliant detectives out there who will accuse me of stealing a song title from Green Day, yes, I do realize it's the title of one of their songs. I was originally trying to sneak it in, but being as they have millions of fans, I realize I can't pull it off.
Yippeyayurgay.
I've adopted a lazy attitude towards posting here, but I do not feel guilty, oh no, most of the top bloggers are doing it too.
It's a new trend.
I don't remember much of last weekend. I do remember a visit from my cousins in Quebec, climbing tall trees, a sandal under my bed, and "Crash". Good movie, it was. It was quite an insight into the lives of members of different cultures, had a message on racism, and was realistically done.
This week. Uh, let us see...The adults had themselves a prayer day, and I got childcare. My charges were Monty, Miggy, and Sammy. They behaved themselves well. We did fun fun things like car races, Word time, building things out of lego, dance time, etc. This area also happened to be hit by a cold front, which brought strong winds which caused trees to uproot, junk to fly, fires to start, and power shortages.
We watched "Robots" just last night. It's good. It's GOOOOOOD. We all got a good laugh out of it, and it's got some lessons. I've always liked Robin Williams and his impersonations and voices.
Now that I've finished posting about the unfunny happenings of yours truly, I'll probably go work on the post that I left in draft hell.
I blame it on...myself. For my perfect timing. See, Blogger had two scheduled maintenance hours and I caught 'em both. What are the odds?
And...Happy Birthday, Vincent! 14, I believe.
I wish I had the time of these bored kids. Why, with time like that, I could come up with excellent posts of pure and unrivaled genius.
I have something to say to those bored shmucks as well...Get a new hobby, hump a pumpkin, bang a banana.
Food fights.
E-diots.
I'm bored.
For the benefit of those brilliant detectives out there who will accuse me of stealing a song title from Green Day, yes, I do realize it's the title of one of their songs. I was originally trying to sneak it in, but being as they have millions of fans, I realize I can't pull it off.
Yippeyayurgay.
I've adopted a lazy attitude towards posting here, but I do not feel guilty, oh no, most of the top bloggers are doing it too.
It's a new trend.
I don't remember much of last weekend. I do remember a visit from my cousins in Quebec, climbing tall trees, a sandal under my bed, and "Crash". Good movie, it was. It was quite an insight into the lives of members of different cultures, had a message on racism, and was realistically done.
This week. Uh, let us see...The adults had themselves a prayer day, and I got childcare. My charges were Monty, Miggy, and Sammy. They behaved themselves well. We did fun fun things like car races, Word time, building things out of lego, dance time, etc. This area also happened to be hit by a cold front, which brought strong winds which caused trees to uproot, junk to fly, fires to start, and power shortages.
We watched "Robots" just last night. It's good. It's GOOOOOOD. We all got a good laugh out of it, and it's got some lessons. I've always liked Robin Williams and his impersonations and voices.
Now that I've finished posting about the unfunny happenings of yours truly, I'll probably go work on the post that I left in draft hell.
I blame it on...myself. For my perfect timing. See, Blogger had two scheduled maintenance hours and I caught 'em both. What are the odds?
And...Happy Birthday, Vincent! 14, I believe.
I wish I had the time of these bored kids. Why, with time like that, I could come up with excellent posts of pure and unrivaled genius.
I have something to say to those bored shmucks as well...Get a new hobby, hump a pumpkin, bang a banana.
Food fights.
E-diots.
I'm bored.
22 September 2005
Fall 6:36 PM
Down.
I mean, first day of fall. Today. The wind gets colder, the creepy feeling sets in, and winter's Mr. Melancholy gives you a taste of what's coming.
The little jerk.
You may have noticed Blogger's navbar is back. It allows you to search this site, and gives me a one-click, quick way to post.
A double present to me and you. I may take it off later though, I dunno.
I change my mind quickly and easily.
Just like when I told myself blogging when emotionally charged was not good. But then again, emotion makes good music, art, literature, the like.
It's my contradictory nature. I've got one heck of a strange pyschological makeup.
You're not allowed to study me.
Then, I've been busy with nothing of late.
Nothing=: school, JJT, talking, guitar practice, lying on my bed analyzing life, etc.
And my fly-killing hobby.
I creep around the house with a flyswatter in hand, ready to pounce on the unsuspecting pests. I've even whacked a few in midflight.
"4-0 for me. Score."
I'm currently at 4-1 now, one of them filthy creatures managed to evade me last night. It crashed into my hat while I played guitar, and "bugged" me the whole while.
I'll kill the little devil.
Right after I hurt Vincent's dog for his poo that distributed itself all over my aparell.
Long story.
In other news (a new favorite sentence, I hate it), I need to be more faithful with the good stuff like my Word Time and PnP.
PUUURTY DANCING TREEEEEEEEEES!
They're loosing their leaves!
What do you mean, you weep for my offspring?
I mean, first day of fall. Today. The wind gets colder, the creepy feeling sets in, and winter's Mr. Melancholy gives you a taste of what's coming.
The little jerk.
You may have noticed Blogger's navbar is back. It allows you to search this site, and gives me a one-click, quick way to post.
A double present to me and you. I may take it off later though, I dunno.
I change my mind quickly and easily.
Just like when I told myself blogging when emotionally charged was not good. But then again, emotion makes good music, art, literature, the like.
It's my contradictory nature. I've got one heck of a strange pyschological makeup.
You're not allowed to study me.
Then, I've been busy with nothing of late.
Nothing=: school, JJT, talking, guitar practice, lying on my bed analyzing life, etc.
And my fly-killing hobby.
I creep around the house with a flyswatter in hand, ready to pounce on the unsuspecting pests. I've even whacked a few in midflight.
"4-0 for me. Score."
I'm currently at 4-1 now, one of them filthy creatures managed to evade me last night. It crashed into my hat while I played guitar, and "bugged" me the whole while.
I'll kill the little devil.
Right after I hurt Vincent's dog for his poo that distributed itself all over my aparell.
Long story.
In other news (a new favorite sentence, I hate it), I need to be more faithful with the good stuff like my Word Time and PnP.
PUUURTY DANCING TREEEEEEEEEES!
They're loosing their leaves!
What do you mean, you weep for my offspring?
16 September 2005
Cramp The Sidebar 9:37 PM
I have just received an email from a very niCe lady who graciously let me link to her. I've been meaning to for months, but lazy, forgetful me, and then this and that...Right.
Read her. She's a real hipster.
Also joining my sidebar (unofficially) is Gio, who signs almost everything he writes with a "Gio" (Italian?) and is a holy hole full of interesting things to say. Irrelevant things, yet funny.
Yes, like me. You true critic, you.
Then there's the Rebellion of David and Spirit Tree. Good music coming your way.
I usually get permission to link to other's sites, but if their contact info isn't there or easily accessible, (or if I'm too lazy,) I just go ahead by faith.
Now all I have to do is get Chuck's permission to linky to her harem.
I'd also like to point out that you should Get Firefox. I've just started using it recently, but it works like a charm, and makes some websites I visit look better.
This is a stupid sentence that ends this post.
Read her. She's a real hipster.
Also joining my sidebar (unofficially) is Gio, who signs almost everything he writes with a "Gio" (Italian?) and is a holy hole full of interesting things to say. Irrelevant things, yet funny.
Yes, like me. You true critic, you.
Then there's the Rebellion of David and Spirit Tree. Good music coming your way.
I usually get permission to link to other's sites, but if their contact info isn't there or easily accessible, (or if I'm too lazy,) I just go ahead by faith.
Now all I have to do is get Chuck's permission to linky to her harem.
I'd also like to point out that you should Get Firefox. I've just started using it recently, but it works like a charm, and makes some websites I visit look better.
This is a stupid sentence that ends this post.
15 September 2005
Look, A Title. Yes, This Is A Title You Morons! 9:39 PM
I can't come up with titles. It makes me sick having to think up good titles, and repetitive titles also make me sick. So I just usually write whatever comes to mind, although creativity escapes me tonight.
And other factors make me less than happy now.
Wait.
Who the heck made up that phrase, "less than happy"? If you're less than happy, I assume you'd be sad. So I guess it's fair to say that I'm "more than happy".
I'm actually not even mad, just tired.
Today, in other pointless stupid blog news that no one cares about or wants to hear about, we got the DVD of the VS Camp. This DVD is quite a work, most of the interesting events are cut out or shortened, and the events that I could have gone without watching again have been featured. The soundtrack was good though, my toddler brother and I boogied to the sounds of infantile high pitched voices singing our faves like "Quacky The Duck" and "Practice Makes Perfect!". Awesome material to thrash to.
I'm reminded of how almost all the adults in the camp would look at my thumbs and go, "Oh dear, what happened?"
What, they never saw black nail polish before?
It's just something I do for the hell of it, if it means anything evil, please enlighten me.
At least I get a kick out of sarcastically answering "Yeah, something heavy fell on them, and now they're black."
It's even better when they fall for it.
If you look around, I've made minor changes to this site. I'll put up links to more sites I like later, although I'm hoping to not end up with the clogged sidebar look.
Who cares.
And other factors make me less than happy now.
Wait.
Who the heck made up that phrase, "less than happy"? If you're less than happy, I assume you'd be sad. So I guess it's fair to say that I'm "more than happy".
I'm actually not even mad, just tired.
Today, in other pointless stupid blog news that no one cares about or wants to hear about, we got the DVD of the VS Camp. This DVD is quite a work, most of the interesting events are cut out or shortened, and the events that I could have gone without watching again have been featured. The soundtrack was good though, my toddler brother and I boogied to the sounds of infantile high pitched voices singing our faves like "Quacky The Duck" and "Practice Makes Perfect!". Awesome material to thrash to.
I'm reminded of how almost all the adults in the camp would look at my thumbs and go, "Oh dear, what happened?"
What, they never saw black nail polish before?
It's just something I do for the hell of it, if it means anything evil, please enlighten me.
At least I get a kick out of sarcastically answering "Yeah, something heavy fell on them, and now they're black."
It's even better when they fall for it.
If you look around, I've made minor changes to this site. I'll put up links to more sites I like later, although I'm hoping to not end up with the clogged sidebar look.
Who cares.
11 September 2005
The 11th 1:01 PM
So, it's September 11th.
We all know what happened this day four years ago. A tragedy, it was.
Enough said.
I've had more "The Family Guy" than I need. I'm gonna have to go into rehab.
Giggle. Ooooooh. That one was funny.
I had one heck of a wake-up this morning. I pried my eyes open sleepily and somewhat angrily to see what was the cause of the noise I was hearing in the back of my head. My keen ears deciphered these sound waves as being giggles from females. More fully awake now I saw a group of females all huddled up and chuckling at my sexy alertness and hairstyle.
Vile, I tell you. My sleeping habits should NEVER be observed.
Then Marco informs me that someone has scribbled something on my forehead. I was surprised that I could have been dull enough to let some sick soul paint his words on my forehead without my alert reflexes giving him a friendly punch.
I rushed to the bathroom mirror only to find a clean forehead and hear louder cackles of impish delight from my observers.
Sucker.
I'll just shut up before I quote something from "The Family Guy".
Looks like the trampoline is empty.
We all know what happened this day four years ago. A tragedy, it was.
Enough said.
I've had more "The Family Guy" than I need. I'm gonna have to go into rehab.
Giggle. Ooooooh. That one was funny.
I had one heck of a wake-up this morning. I pried my eyes open sleepily and somewhat angrily to see what was the cause of the noise I was hearing in the back of my head. My keen ears deciphered these sound waves as being giggles from females. More fully awake now I saw a group of females all huddled up and chuckling at my sexy alertness and hairstyle.
Vile, I tell you. My sleeping habits should NEVER be observed.
Then Marco informs me that someone has scribbled something on my forehead. I was surprised that I could have been dull enough to let some sick soul paint his words on my forehead without my alert reflexes giving him a friendly punch.
I rushed to the bathroom mirror only to find a clean forehead and hear louder cackles of impish delight from my observers.
Sucker.
I'll just shut up before I quote something from "The Family Guy".
Looks like the trampoline is empty.
Year 12:01 AM
So the hollow blah and Hobbyns have been giving us 1 year of blogging.
I'm getting there, in a month.
So I went to the Activated, same as usual. Word, prayer, praise, and bad food (No offense to the guy who prepares it, I just don't think he realizes that his food is ROTTEN.). I'm actually kinda tired. I watched two movies last night, they were ok. I won't say at what time I went to sleep, but it was late.
Morning found me tired as (just tired) and I was the last one up. One incentive to wake up though was Marco's kickass trampoline with a mini-hoop.
Mad dunks and flips and all.
I also decorated today.
You should have heard the disbelief in my sister's voice when Marco and I were appointed official decorators of the living room in honor of Sebby's birthday.
Guys can decorate, what's the big deal?
Right?
Speaking of Sebby's birthday, it went well. We had a good two-hour something basketball game, and man, I need to get my game back.
Now after the home video of Nats' family (no comment) I find myself sneaking this post in. But I have to go, I need to join in on the strange male/female differences conversation taking place within hearing range.
Oooooo. What's that?
I'm getting there, in a month.
So I went to the Activated, same as usual. Word, prayer, praise, and bad food (No offense to the guy who prepares it, I just don't think he realizes that his food is ROTTEN.). I'm actually kinda tired. I watched two movies last night, they were ok. I won't say at what time I went to sleep, but it was late.
Morning found me tired as (just tired) and I was the last one up. One incentive to wake up though was Marco's kickass trampoline with a mini-hoop.
Mad dunks and flips and all.
I also decorated today.
You should have heard the disbelief in my sister's voice when Marco and I were appointed official decorators of the living room in honor of Sebby's birthday.
Guys can decorate, what's the big deal?
Right?
Speaking of Sebby's birthday, it went well. We had a good two-hour something basketball game, and man, I need to get my game back.
Now after the home video of Nats' family (no comment) I find myself sneaking this post in. But I have to go, I need to join in on the strange male/female differences conversation taking place within hearing range.
Oooooo. What's that?
08 September 2005
Whore 9:08 PM
I should have titled this "When Blogging Becomes a Chore".
I just might.
Or I'll give the title to some other post.
Sadly, I can't talk about the repetitive happenings of this home, or I'll bore my eight faithful readers to death.
God forbid.
But I'll be going to Montreal tomorrow to attend an Activated meeting, where we do the hardcore stuff like praying, praising, and reading God's Word. And then I get to hang with Marco and Steven. Pimps.
But I'm quite sure I'll get stuck in a library tomorrow, I may have something to tell y'all y'all then.
At least it won't be with this raped mouse that keeps screwing up every few and making me have to rewrite my sentences.
A trick question by fl35h that I want to annoy some soul with someday:
I did mention I get an occasional kick out of teasing Spanish or French speakers about their English?:
(Me, while observing a card game:)
Michelle: "Pass the Joker."
Me: "Physically impossible, they are only two Jokers in a card game, and she has both!"
Michelle: "Then what is THIS?"
Me: "That's a Jack."
Michelle: "Oh. Well, it's hard to tell the difference, they both have a 'G' at the beginning."
Me: "'J'."
Michelle: "DIE, YOU!"
Or my dad's simple mistakes:
(My dad while telling an anecdote on Faith and Works:)
Dad: "There are two whores (oars), one that says Faith, and one that says Works..."
(My dad while commenting on how he doesn't want my little brother playing with the money in his bag:)
Dad: "I don't mind if he just looks at the different bills and penies."
Mom: "Pennies, honey."
(My dad while reading "Focus on the Power!":)
Dad: "... to fuck us on the power."
Me: (clears throat) "Focus, dad, focus."
My mom occasionally blurts things like:
(My mom while reading to us from "The Basic Mop":)
Mom: "...is a hole in the DICK."
Me: "Dyke?"
I got more of these. In my brain archives.
Somewhere.
I just might.
Or I'll give the title to some other post.
Sadly, I can't talk about the repetitive happenings of this home, or I'll bore my eight faithful readers to death.
God forbid.
But I'll be going to Montreal tomorrow to attend an Activated meeting, where we do the hardcore stuff like praying, praising, and reading God's Word. And then I get to hang with Marco and Steven. Pimps.
But I'm quite sure I'll get stuck in a library tomorrow, I may have something to tell y'all y'all then.
At least it won't be with this raped mouse that keeps screwing up every few and making me have to rewrite my sentences.
A trick question by fl35h that I want to annoy some soul with someday:
I: "Ruth, do you want to know everything?"
She: "Well, me yes, I always want to know."
I: "To know everything is to be God."
I: "Thus and thus, You want to be God."
I: "Satan!"
I did mention I get an occasional kick out of teasing Spanish or French speakers about their English?:
(Me, while observing a card game:)
Michelle: "Pass the Joker."
Me: "Physically impossible, they are only two Jokers in a card game, and she has both!"
Michelle: "Then what is THIS?"
Me: "That's a Jack."
Michelle: "Oh. Well, it's hard to tell the difference, they both have a 'G' at the beginning."
Me: "'J'."
Michelle: "DIE, YOU!"
Or my dad's simple mistakes:
(My dad while telling an anecdote on Faith and Works:)
Dad: "There are two whores (oars), one that says Faith, and one that says Works..."
(My dad while commenting on how he doesn't want my little brother playing with the money in his bag:)
Dad: "I don't mind if he just looks at the different bills and penies."
Mom: "Pennies, honey."
(My dad while reading "Focus on the Power!":)
Dad: "... to fuck us on the power."
Me: (clears throat) "Focus, dad, focus."
My mom occasionally blurts things like:
(My mom while reading to us from "The Basic Mop":)
Mom: "...is a hole in the DICK."
Me: "Dyke?"
I got more of these. In my brain archives.
Somewhere.
01 September 2005
Wowzers 11:09 PM
I am sick no longer.
Good, I'm starting to find those periods of transmutation annoying.
No, that's NOT a third limb.
But I did have some strange delirious dreams, like people in groups of four passing sponge blocks around and then trading them with other groups. And lots of faces, memories, zany stuff, and yeah.
I don't need to watch movies now. All I have to do is get sick!
In other noticias, this day marked the beginning of a week of clowning.
And since I couldn't find my clown hat, I had to wear this puffy, colorful fro.
Which, by the way, doesn't go with my thin, bony, and tanned face.
Well, I had an ok time, I made some kids happy and gave them balloons. I enjoyed myself up until some nosy child called me a "lady with puffy hair".
I dislike the critics nowadays.
I wish he could have come home to what I did.
Like, say, my sisters looking like someone barfed oats in their faces.
It's a new treatment thing, it is.
I liked it better when all they did was put cucumbers on their eyes.
Wowzers.
I need to make a list of my favorite words and expressions. Both self-made or borrowed from gente.
Or not.
Since kids like Nathalie will steal MY words and flash them everywhere.
NiCe and lynkedd are already being exploited.
Just give me credit for the last one.
Wowzers.
No, you won't find that in the dictionary. (i.e., I was dumb enough to come up with it.)
Good, I'm starting to find those periods of transmutation annoying.
No, that's NOT a third limb.
But I did have some strange delirious dreams, like people in groups of four passing sponge blocks around and then trading them with other groups. And lots of faces, memories, zany stuff, and yeah.
I don't need to watch movies now. All I have to do is get sick!
In other noticias, this day marked the beginning of a week of clowning.
And since I couldn't find my clown hat, I had to wear this puffy, colorful fro.
Which, by the way, doesn't go with my thin, bony, and tanned face.
Well, I had an ok time, I made some kids happy and gave them balloons. I enjoyed myself up until some nosy child called me a "lady with puffy hair".
I dislike the critics nowadays.
I wish he could have come home to what I did.
Like, say, my sisters looking like someone barfed oats in their faces.
It's a new treatment thing, it is.
I liked it better when all they did was put cucumbers on their eyes.
Wowzers.
I need to make a list of my favorite words and expressions. Both self-made or borrowed from gente.
Or not.
Since kids like Nathalie will steal MY words and flash them everywhere.
NiCe and lynkedd are already being exploited.
Just give me credit for the last one.
Wowzers.
No, you won't find that in the dictionary. (i.e., I was dumb enough to come up with it.)
Katrina 10:36 PM
I suppose what's been on my mind the most these past few days is the wake of destruction left behind by hurricane Katrina.
That, and of course, Brittani.
(cheesy grin)
I watch the news every night now, this night being an exception due to my blogging activities. I can't get these images of devastation out of my mind, and it burdens me. I wish I could go and help. Two nights ago, I saw a man on TV walking around aimlessly, and when the TV crew interviewed him, he explained with tears in his eyes that he had lost his wife when their house split in half because of the flood. He was holding onto his wife's hand, and she told him he couldn't hold on, and to take care of their five children.
Then she fell.
It's stories like these that break my heart. I remember I used to be so unfeeling but now I guess I'm too soft.
I'm a freaking Libra, ok?
A post from ZERO that I can say amen to:
I pray for the souls of the dead, and for courage and comfort for those who remain.
That, and of course, Brittani.
(cheesy grin)
I watch the news every night now, this night being an exception due to my blogging activities. I can't get these images of devastation out of my mind, and it burdens me. I wish I could go and help. Two nights ago, I saw a man on TV walking around aimlessly, and when the TV crew interviewed him, he explained with tears in his eyes that he had lost his wife when their house split in half because of the flood. He was holding onto his wife's hand, and she told him he couldn't hold on, and to take care of their five children.
Then she fell.
It's stories like these that break my heart. I remember I used to be so unfeeling but now I guess I'm too soft.
I'm a freaking Libra, ok?
A post from ZERO that I can say amen to:
The power went out today.
All thanks and kudos to our local friendly hurricane.
I thought I had left this all behind when I left Africa.
In retrospect tho, you realize that it's all the same, first world or third. Natural disasters don't discriminate.
A hurricane or earthquake can hit you on the blindside and before you know it you're out of power, your cell-phone coverage is nada, and the nearest open gas station is 262 miles away, which successfully leaves you just as stranded and vulnerable as if a hurricane had hit you in a third world country.
Dead is dead.
Where you are has no provenance.
I pray for the souls of the dead, and for courage and comfort for those who remain.
29 August 2005
Sick 8:47 PM
I had one heck of a busy weekend.
We had a fellowship over at Ghislain and Jeannine's chalet, I visited a local fair, and Sonya left back to her place.
The fellowship went real well, even though at first I was given charge over a riotous group of OCs, but I managed to keep them in line and we had fun. I brought them on a walk, I went swimming in the lake with them, and I took them on a pedalo ride.
The only thing that went bad was the attacks of two tiny bloodsuckers which went straight for Nicole and Isabelle's feet, until we dumped a truck of salt on the suckers.
It's funny how the girls didn't even realize they were there until someone pointed the creatures out, and then all the kids started screaming.
We also played a beansack thingy game, were two people lined up and took turns throwing their beansacks at a wooden box with a hole in it. Our hosts rocked at this game. Figures, since they own it. And I won my first game.
Typically.
The food there is something to blog about, the corn, salad, and other snacks tasted so good, I had to catch myself from diving into the serving bowl.
After the party games (which I lost at) and the campfire, we were given a fireworks show by our hosts.
Oh, holy night.
I was invited to sleep over at the chalet, since I was invited to visit a local fair with Vincent the day after.
I remember getting slapped and hugged whilst I slept.
But the breakfast made up for my injuries.
And so did the fair.
The pouring rain didn't discourage this story's heroes, who valiantly wielded the keys and prayed for good weather.
The Lord came through and we happily set off for the fair.
Did I mention we got in for free?
There was four rides geared toward older and thrill seeking audiences, and Vincent and I hopped on them all. In order of most thrilling to the bearable: "The Zipper", some Viking boat ride, "The Cliff Hanger", and "Scrambler".
My first reaction to the first was "Hell, no!", but after trying it twice in a row, it was more like "Hell yeah!". "The Zipper" is like a treadmill with a buncha cages attached to it. You stand in the cages and get locked in, after which you hold some bars at your chest level. Now these bars are important, because if you don't push on them, chances are the spinning will make you bash your head on the cage, and you'll end up with a bloody nose.
Och, my triceps.
I had to go twice in a row, because Vincent's friend, Jimmy, didn't have a partner to go with. I somewhat volunteered and ended up with aching triceps.
But the thrill was worth it.
The Viking boat was like a giant swing with multiple seats. I got so used to it, I could nearly stand up while the boat was swinging into a vertical position.
But some safety bars prevented my popping out.
"The Cliff Hanger" was a three-seat metal cliff hanger attached to a swinging arm. It swooped you up high and then swung you low.
The view was niCe. I threw my hands out while going up high, but again the safety bar on my shoulders prevented my scheduled flight.
I found the view of the nearby cemetery reassuring.
The "Scrambler" was a sadistic ride that found me gasping for breath and complaining about my bruised arms. All thanks to Vincent who insisted I should sit to the right, while he and his buddy squashed my sorry self.
I wasn't that bad after Vincent took my place in the squishing seat.
I conquered my fear of scary rides.
And am suffering the consequences.
Sick rides, I say.
Sick little me, too.
Like, literally.
I got a muscle ache all over my body, and some sick soul inside me is fiddling with my body temperature. I guess he likes the heat. At the same time my family is watching the K.O.T. Camp DVD.
Turn the volume down please. And skip the part were I pick my nose for the camera.
Burn.
We had a fellowship over at Ghislain and Jeannine's chalet, I visited a local fair, and Sonya left back to her place.
The fellowship went real well, even though at first I was given charge over a riotous group of OCs, but I managed to keep them in line and we had fun. I brought them on a walk, I went swimming in the lake with them, and I took them on a pedalo ride.
The only thing that went bad was the attacks of two tiny bloodsuckers which went straight for Nicole and Isabelle's feet, until we dumped a truck of salt on the suckers.
It's funny how the girls didn't even realize they were there until someone pointed the creatures out, and then all the kids started screaming.
We also played a beansack thingy game, were two people lined up and took turns throwing their beansacks at a wooden box with a hole in it. Our hosts rocked at this game. Figures, since they own it. And I won my first game.
Typically.
The food there is something to blog about, the corn, salad, and other snacks tasted so good, I had to catch myself from diving into the serving bowl.
After the party games (which I lost at) and the campfire, we were given a fireworks show by our hosts.
Oh, holy night.
I was invited to sleep over at the chalet, since I was invited to visit a local fair with Vincent the day after.
I remember getting slapped and hugged whilst I slept.
But the breakfast made up for my injuries.
And so did the fair.
The pouring rain didn't discourage this story's heroes, who valiantly wielded the keys and prayed for good weather.
The Lord came through and we happily set off for the fair.
Did I mention we got in for free?
There was four rides geared toward older and thrill seeking audiences, and Vincent and I hopped on them all. In order of most thrilling to the bearable: "The Zipper", some Viking boat ride, "The Cliff Hanger", and "Scrambler".
My first reaction to the first was "Hell, no!", but after trying it twice in a row, it was more like "Hell yeah!". "The Zipper" is like a treadmill with a buncha cages attached to it. You stand in the cages and get locked in, after which you hold some bars at your chest level. Now these bars are important, because if you don't push on them, chances are the spinning will make you bash your head on the cage, and you'll end up with a bloody nose.
Och, my triceps.
I had to go twice in a row, because Vincent's friend, Jimmy, didn't have a partner to go with. I somewhat volunteered and ended up with aching triceps.
But the thrill was worth it.
The Viking boat was like a giant swing with multiple seats. I got so used to it, I could nearly stand up while the boat was swinging into a vertical position.
But some safety bars prevented my popping out.
"The Cliff Hanger" was a three-seat metal cliff hanger attached to a swinging arm. It swooped you up high and then swung you low.
The view was niCe. I threw my hands out while going up high, but again the safety bar on my shoulders prevented my scheduled flight.
I found the view of the nearby cemetery reassuring.
The "Scrambler" was a sadistic ride that found me gasping for breath and complaining about my bruised arms. All thanks to Vincent who insisted I should sit to the right, while he and his buddy squashed my sorry self.
I wasn't that bad after Vincent took my place in the squishing seat.
I conquered my fear of scary rides.
And am suffering the consequences.
Sick rides, I say.
Sick little me, too.
Like, literally.
I got a muscle ache all over my body, and some sick soul inside me is fiddling with my body temperature. I guess he likes the heat. At the same time my family is watching the K.O.T. Camp DVD.
Turn the volume down please. And skip the part were I pick my nose for the camera.
Burn.
25 August 2005
The Dinner Table 6:43 PM
I feel sick.
Because work and cutting onions makes me feel that way.
The work part would be the css/html checking/editing of this blog and trying to come up with more "original" ideas for the template. What with so many new family blogs, and more on the way, originality seems to be a thing.
I long for my own domain and the ability and time to make a blog from scratch.
Speaking of the now increasing amount of family blogs, the blogosphere reminds me of my family's occassional dinner table atmosphere:
Everybody is all talking at the same time, some have witty and comical things to say, others are speaking wisdom and deep thoughts, some are just commenting casually, and then some who are just jibbering idiocies.
But since they are ALL talking at the same time, you miss what good someone may have said.
I can still remember the early days of Hobbyns and The Hollow Blah, and the shortage of family blogs made an interesting read and small selection.
And now the level of originality and writing style of family blogs must be upped if one wants to be read.
Thankfully for me, I never really gave a rap about opinions. I blog for fun, to share my thoughts, to excercise my writing, and this site is an avenue for me to have fun with coding and the like.
I do what I do for me.
And of course, for others, but only with IMPORTANT things, not silly little things like this blog.
Pass the salt, please.
Because work and cutting onions makes me feel that way.
The work part would be the css/html checking/editing of this blog and trying to come up with more "original" ideas for the template. What with so many new family blogs, and more on the way, originality seems to be a thing.
I long for my own domain and the ability and time to make a blog from scratch.
Speaking of the now increasing amount of family blogs, the blogosphere reminds me of my family's occassional dinner table atmosphere:
Everybody is all talking at the same time, some have witty and comical things to say, others are speaking wisdom and deep thoughts, some are just commenting casually, and then some who are just jibbering idiocies.
But since they are ALL talking at the same time, you miss what good someone may have said.
I can still remember the early days of Hobbyns and The Hollow Blah, and the shortage of family blogs made an interesting read and small selection.
And now the level of originality and writing style of family blogs must be upped if one wants to be read.
Thankfully for me, I never really gave a rap about opinions. I blog for fun, to share my thoughts, to excercise my writing, and this site is an avenue for me to have fun with coding and the like.
I do what I do for me.
And of course, for others, but only with IMPORTANT things, not silly little things like this blog.
Pass the salt, please.
23 August 2005
About Mexican Food and Hyperactivity 11:53 PM
Which has been the theme of this week and the last.
For my sister's birthday, we cooked a big, delicious, finger licking mexican meal, but the consequences of the feast were soon upon us.
The end of the meal found us gibbering like wild baboons with a lisp, and swinging our limbs at whatever hapless object that just happened to be there.
And my stomach almost burst from laughing.
Must have been the jamaica.
It's been an ongoing thing right now, with Sonya protesting that she is indeed sane and not afflicted with ADD.
But you really should see her climb walls.
In other pointless news, I'm addicted to sleep and haven't had my fix yet.
Goodnight.
For my sister's birthday, we cooked a big, delicious, finger licking mexican meal, but the consequences of the feast were soon upon us.
The end of the meal found us gibbering like wild baboons with a lisp, and swinging our limbs at whatever hapless object that just happened to be there.
And my stomach almost burst from laughing.
Must have been the jamaica.
It's been an ongoing thing right now, with Sonya protesting that she is indeed sane and not afflicted with ADD.
But you really should see her climb walls.
In other pointless news, I'm addicted to sleep and haven't had my fix yet.
Goodnight.
21 August 2005
VSC 6:51 PM
Ug.
I'm way too lazy to remember the good stuff. I brought my scribble pad to jot down the good stuff, but I seem to have a darn habit of going back on my commitments.
I remember running around nude in the dark, though.
Anyway, the camp was held in the same location as the KOT Camp last year, except that we got a chalet by the lake this time. I heard a creepy story about some old man that used to live there, that he promised his cat he'll back someday, and he wanders the area as a ghost.
Phhhhbt. I prefer Steven's tale of Amityville.
Day 1:
So we arrived at the camp and did the greeting thing. We had some prayer, then we jumped into our bathing suits and ran off to the lake for the swimming activities. My great accomplishment that day was learning how to gain speed while plunging down the gooey, yellow water slide. We had dinner at a cafeteria in the main camp building, and the food was good. I think we played volleyball and soccer in a light drizzle that evening, but I'm not sure.
Why I must always end up in the losing team, I don't know.
But we did have a snazzy Loving Jesus night, with a healthy dose of good music, while Sebby and I paraded around in our boxers.
Then we "hit the sack".
It's how my dad calls bedtime.
Day 2:
After a drowsy breakfast (it's funny, breakfast, break-fast), we got in to a Word class. Marco and I did a skit on praise, which was the theme of the class. I got pictures somewhere, but they look like crud so I won't post them. After a good swim and some lunch, we drove off to a festival of sorts and did some witnessing. It went well, TTL. We came back, had a class on "Bridging the Gap", and then we got out the firewood and made a bonfire.
I thought I might mention at this point that I'm a Marshmallow Making Master, and all my marshymallows came out delicious.
And I didn't burn myself or anything.
Not that much.
After that I guess the tiredness kicked in and I just went in and started playing electric guitar. Nathalie saw fit to reprimand me for the illegal use of her instrument (i.e. "You didn't ask!").
I'm such a criminal.
My trial starts Monday.
I then headed back out for fresh air to clear my head, but I guess I had too much 'cause I decided to run around nude.
Why not?
It was swell as h...something, I got a few other guys to join me and we ran around in the pitch dark.
We're David's Mighty Men, yes we are.
Day 3:
More reveille and breakfast.
We did archery that morning, I shot my arrows like a sissy princess.
But thankfully, next to me, was my hero Vincent Dubois (in French, Robin Hood is Robin Dubois) who I'm convinced is some distant relative of Mr. Robin himself, as he got some pretty good shots in.
I just continued to hit the target board one target board down from the target board I kept trying to hit.
Target board.
Later came a discipleship class and lunch.
After that, all us guys (the girls just didn't want to participate in this activity) and some adults went canoeing. I got to go with the guide, and I was sure this meant I would be in the front at all times.
Was I ever so disappointed.
Our canoe swerved and went along horribly, until Marco hitchhiked a ride on another boat, and we were then able to keep up.
I had fun cackling at all those who fell into the toxic waste we were floating on.
Once we arrived at the dock, it never felt so good to stand up. My knees were buckling from all the sitting I was doing on them.
We took showers, had dinner and then a class on comparing.
Talent night.
I sang "Who Said" while Sebby played electric guitar.
I could have done better.
The girls' rendition of "Blessing in Disguise" was good. I felt zapped. It had the spirit.
After that was dance night, I finally won two games and felt like a loser no longer.
Yay for me.
Day 4:
After the traumatizing wake-up by Steven, and the "I-think-I'm-gonna-end-up-deaf-because-of-these-kids" breakfast, we trudged toward the supposed rock climbing area.
Once we passed through the "terrorist training territory" (a place of the forest full of man-made obstacles) and found our "rock climbing area", I just had to chuckle.
Considering the activities were geared toward 8-12 year olds, the rock climbing was easy. But the blindfolded ascent was a little more challenging.
After my turn, I followed Marco, my two sisters and Sonya on a slippery trek through the nearby rushing river.
And we ended up falling in.
But it was great.
After lunch and the closing meeting, it was time to pack up and say our "asta la vistas".
It was a decent camp. I'll always have good memories about it.
A big thanks to everyone who made it possible, and especially to the Man Upstairs.
Uh huh, uh huh.
I'm way too lazy to remember the good stuff. I brought my scribble pad to jot down the good stuff, but I seem to have a darn habit of going back on my commitments.
I remember running around nude in the dark, though.
Anyway, the camp was held in the same location as the KOT Camp last year, except that we got a chalet by the lake this time. I heard a creepy story about some old man that used to live there, that he promised his cat he'll back someday, and he wanders the area as a ghost.
Phhhhbt. I prefer Steven's tale of Amityville.
Day 1:
So we arrived at the camp and did the greeting thing. We had some prayer, then we jumped into our bathing suits and ran off to the lake for the swimming activities. My great accomplishment that day was learning how to gain speed while plunging down the gooey, yellow water slide. We had dinner at a cafeteria in the main camp building, and the food was good. I think we played volleyball and soccer in a light drizzle that evening, but I'm not sure.
Why I must always end up in the losing team, I don't know.
But we did have a snazzy Loving Jesus night, with a healthy dose of good music, while Sebby and I paraded around in our boxers.
Then we "hit the sack".
It's how my dad calls bedtime.
Day 2:
After a drowsy breakfast (it's funny, breakfast, break-fast), we got in to a Word class. Marco and I did a skit on praise, which was the theme of the class. I got pictures somewhere, but they look like crud so I won't post them. After a good swim and some lunch, we drove off to a festival of sorts and did some witnessing. It went well, TTL. We came back, had a class on "Bridging the Gap", and then we got out the firewood and made a bonfire.
I thought I might mention at this point that I'm a Marshmallow Making Master, and all my marshymallows came out delicious.
And I didn't burn myself or anything.
Not that much.
After that I guess the tiredness kicked in and I just went in and started playing electric guitar. Nathalie saw fit to reprimand me for the illegal use of her instrument (i.e. "You didn't ask!").
I'm such a criminal.
My trial starts Monday.
I then headed back out for fresh air to clear my head, but I guess I had too much 'cause I decided to run around nude.
Why not?
It was swell as h...something, I got a few other guys to join me and we ran around in the pitch dark.
We're David's Mighty Men, yes we are.
Day 3:
More reveille and breakfast.
We did archery that morning, I shot my arrows like a sissy princess.
But thankfully, next to me, was my hero Vincent Dubois (in French, Robin Hood is Robin Dubois) who I'm convinced is some distant relative of Mr. Robin himself, as he got some pretty good shots in.
I just continued to hit the target board one target board down from the target board I kept trying to hit.
Target board.
Later came a discipleship class and lunch.
After that, all us guys (the girls just didn't want to participate in this activity) and some adults went canoeing. I got to go with the guide, and I was sure this meant I would be in the front at all times.
Was I ever so disappointed.
Our canoe swerved and went along horribly, until Marco hitchhiked a ride on another boat, and we were then able to keep up.
I had fun cackling at all those who fell into the toxic waste we were floating on.
Once we arrived at the dock, it never felt so good to stand up. My knees were buckling from all the sitting I was doing on them.
We took showers, had dinner and then a class on comparing.
Talent night.
I sang "Who Said" while Sebby played electric guitar.
I could have done better.
The girls' rendition of "Blessing in Disguise" was good. I felt zapped. It had the spirit.
After that was dance night, I finally won two games and felt like a loser no longer.
Yay for me.
Day 4:
After the traumatizing wake-up by Steven, and the "I-think-I'm-gonna-end-up-deaf-because-of-these-kids" breakfast, we trudged toward the supposed rock climbing area.
Once we passed through the "terrorist training territory" (a place of the forest full of man-made obstacles) and found our "rock climbing area", I just had to chuckle.
Considering the activities were geared toward 8-12 year olds, the rock climbing was easy. But the blindfolded ascent was a little more challenging.
After my turn, I followed Marco, my two sisters and Sonya on a slippery trek through the nearby rushing river.
And we ended up falling in.
But it was great.
After lunch and the closing meeting, it was time to pack up and say our "asta la vistas".
It was a decent camp. I'll always have good memories about it.
A big thanks to everyone who made it possible, and especially to the Man Upstairs.
Uh huh, uh huh.
20 August 2005
To A Little Sister 11:38 PM
Who is already 14 friggin' years.
Ouch.
Goshdangdarnit.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY Angelique!
My first sibling and little sister. I can still remember when I used to read her "Baby Verses" while she sat on the potty, or how she used to defend me against anyone who dared challenge or insult me.
How she's grown. But to me, it still seems that she's that chubby cheeked little girl in a pink dress from so long ago.
I'll pinch her cheeks, I will!
Ouch.
Goshdangdarnit.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY Angelique!
My first sibling and little sister. I can still remember when I used to read her "Baby Verses" while she sat on the potty, or how she used to defend me against anyone who dared challenge or insult me.
How she's grown. But to me, it still seems that she's that chubby cheeked little girl in a pink dress from so long ago.
I'll pinch her cheeks, I will!
17 August 2005
Kill, Kill! 9:11 PM
This post is being written in a hurry.
I'm hurrying because I'm gonna watch a movie real soon.
"Hurry! Kill, kill!"
Just wanted to let you all know that I'm still alive, but not kicking because it hurts my foot too much. The reason for the lack of recent posts is because I went to a three day camp. I'll cook up a post for y'all sometime.
Well, my sister is whining to use to the computer, and Marco is singing.
I think I'm going to cry.
Die.
I'm hurrying because I'm gonna watch a movie real soon.
"Hurry! Kill, kill!"
Just wanted to let you all know that I'm still alive, but not kicking because it hurts my foot too much. The reason for the lack of recent posts is because I went to a three day camp. I'll cook up a post for y'all sometime.
Well, my sister is whining to use to the computer, and Marco is singing.
I think I'm going to cry.
Die.
11 August 2005
Bright Yellow 5:48 PM
I know I have got scads of interesting little things to say, but I can't remember them all.
(kicks himself)
Ouch!
Well, for all y'all who were praying for my foot (thanks guys, prayer IS powerful), you'll be happy to know that my foot is healed, except it still hurts a little from the kick I gave myself.
But I still want your sympathy.
You see, my birdie died. A cute, bright yellow budgie we caught in El Paso. It was flying around and my dad managed to sneak up and catch it. Ever since then it traveled with us and became a joy to us, with it's lively chirping and shy friendliness.
I feel bad for not having spent more time with her before she died.
But in a forested area not far from here, the sun beams through the tall trees to mark the resting spot of a cheery, bright yellow budgie, Celeste.
Rest in peace.
On a lighter note, Sonya arrived safely to our place, and has been terrorizing us with her hyper craziness.
I'm also packed and good to go to tomorrow's camp.
And Philip, Sunshine and Co. should be here soon.
And the opressive heat sucks.
Yeah.
(kicks himself)
Ouch!
Well, for all y'all who were praying for my foot (thanks guys, prayer IS powerful), you'll be happy to know that my foot is healed, except it still hurts a little from the kick I gave myself.
But I still want your sympathy.
You see, my birdie died. A cute, bright yellow budgie we caught in El Paso. It was flying around and my dad managed to sneak up and catch it. Ever since then it traveled with us and became a joy to us, with it's lively chirping and shy friendliness.
I feel bad for not having spent more time with her before she died.
But in a forested area not far from here, the sun beams through the tall trees to mark the resting spot of a cheery, bright yellow budgie, Celeste.
Rest in peace.
On a lighter note, Sonya arrived safely to our place, and has been terrorizing us with her hyper craziness.
I'm also packed and good to go to tomorrow's camp.
And Philip, Sunshine and Co. should be here soon.
And the opressive heat sucks.
Yeah.
09 August 2005
Snazzy 4:38 PM
I found that my site is listed in my favorite blogger's link list.
I thought, "Swell. Very swell."
I suppose that means from now on I'll have to post things of interest.
Shucks. How do you do that?
How about a quote of the day?
Feel free to use it when debating a friend, confronting a cynical skeptic, or when your little brother insists that cows are indeed blue.
Word of the day: Snazzy.
I thought, "Swell. Very swell."
I suppose that means from now on I'll have to post things of interest.
Shucks. How do you do that?
How about a quote of the day?
"Are you sure you're right, or are you just being stubborn?"
Feel free to use it when debating a friend, confronting a cynical skeptic, or when your little brother insists that cows are indeed blue.
Word of the day: Snazzy.
07 August 2005
Yawn! 7:31 PM
My weekend:
I went clowning with my dad to a city an hour away from here. I didn't actually go as a clown though, but I probably should have. What with all the attention my dad was getting...*fume* I AM POPULAR AS WELL! THIS BLOG PROVES IT!
Uh...Right?
So, clowning, not much to speak of. But food, THAT'S a topic that most people like. And since the Lord supplied a free meal at an Italian ristorante, I can honestly say I haven't had such good pizza in a good while. The owner was very kind and helped us with his whole heart. God bless him. The Lord also supplied a hotel room at a discount price. He's so good to us.
Clowning, right. Uh, I did what I usually do, I helped my dad by making simple balloons and drawing on them and whatnot.
But my crowning achievement was my castle of boxes full of Pepsi cans. It prompted a few amused glances.
And my balancing a balloon sword on my nose.
And my sneaking "my trusty black nail polish" around.
Food calls. I will answer.
I went clowning with my dad to a city an hour away from here. I didn't actually go as a clown though, but I probably should have. What with all the attention my dad was getting...*fume* I AM POPULAR AS WELL! THIS BLOG PROVES IT!
Uh...Right?
So, clowning, not much to speak of. But food, THAT'S a topic that most people like. And since the Lord supplied a free meal at an Italian ristorante, I can honestly say I haven't had such good pizza in a good while. The owner was very kind and helped us with his whole heart. God bless him. The Lord also supplied a hotel room at a discount price. He's so good to us.
Clowning, right. Uh, I did what I usually do, I helped my dad by making simple balloons and drawing on them and whatnot.
But my crowning achievement was my castle of boxes full of Pepsi cans. It prompted a few amused glances.
And my balancing a balloon sword on my nose.
And my sneaking "my trusty black nail polish" around.
Food calls. I will answer.
Blogs Are Like Babies... 6:59 PM
There's new ones every second, and they seem to require a lot of your time and attention...
Humph.
Just in my area, four amigos (Nats, Sebby, but I lost the link, Shan, and Sonya) have blogs. I'll be linking to one (Nats), since I don't have el permission from the others. I am overwhelmed by the amount of Family blogs to read.
I suppose it's time to get choosy.
My favorite.
This one taught me new words. Like crud and asinine.
Yup!
Oh! I forgot!
READ MY BLOG!!
And comment.
Humph.
Just in my area, four amigos (Nats, Sebby, but I lost the link, Shan, and Sonya) have blogs. I'll be linking to one (Nats), since I don't have el permission from the others. I am overwhelmed by the amount of Family blogs to read.
I suppose it's time to get choosy.
My favorite.
This one taught me new words. Like crud and asinine.
Yup!
Oh! I forgot!
READ MY BLOG!!
And comment.
05 August 2005
Look Look, See See 6:15 PM
One good look at my stats today made this word burst forth from my mouth:
F@#$*%^!
I felt justified.
Since every blog is cooler than mine. But recently, I've tried to put more thought into my posts. Don't people know how hard it is to blog about random things and say whatever is on mind at the time!? (Yes, I am being sarcastic. But really, life IS fair and God IS good. And so are my few dear readers. God bless them all.) And yesterday, I finished the post about my trip for the benefit of those who know me and want to know what I was up to.
"Gosh, it's about time!", you might say. Well, I'm a lazy blogger, don't get on my case, I had to get the pictures too, you know.
I blog like a slobbering two-year-old in diapers, except for the the perfect spelling.
You: "LOOK! A spelling error!"
Me: "AHHHHH!!! @&$*! How could I %$^* up like that..."
You: "Hee hee."
Ug.
(Update: I changed what to want.)
F@#$*%^!
I felt justified.
Since every blog is cooler than mine. But recently, I've tried to put more thought into my posts. Don't people know how hard it is to blog about random things and say whatever is on mind at the time!? (Yes, I am being sarcastic. But really, life IS fair and God IS good. And so are my few dear readers. God bless them all.) And yesterday, I finished the post about my trip for the benefit of those who know me and want to know what I was up to.
"Gosh, it's about time!", you might say. Well, I'm a lazy blogger, don't get on my case, I had to get the pictures too, you know.
I blog like a slobbering two-year-old in diapers, except for the the perfect spelling.
You: "LOOK! A spelling error!"
Me: "AHHHHH!!! @&$*! How could I %$^* up like that..."
You: "Hee hee."
Ug.
(Update: I changed what to want.)
31 July 2005
Look At My Foot 10:58 PM
It feels great to be back home.
But I kinda miss camping out.
Yeah.
It seems like the pain is affecting my brain (beware my subtle rhymes). I got this icky infection in my foot. I awoke this morning all cheerful and happy, but a simple bounce off my bunkbed changed that.
Is it just me, or is one foot slightly larger than the other?
I reach for my glasses and find my suspicions confirmed. It seems like my foot is puffy and red with puss. At the breakfast table, my dad says he knows a cure. A basin of hot water with salt.
"Yeah, ok."
I gingerly dipped my toe in, and then the rest of my foot followed, naturally.
Which brings me to the subject of pain. I hadn't had a good zap like that since...I don't know. I controlled myself pretty well, though, I wasn't about to give my neighbors the pleasure of hearing my bloodcurling scream.
I had to limp here to write this.
I must be very arrogant. As if the world wants to know about my toe. Maybe I just want some sympathy. No, better yet, prayers. It's not that bad, it's just very irritating.
Literally.
I think I know now why the number of visitors per day has dropped.
I'm fortunate to get 10 visits per day!
I'm gleefully reveling in the anonymousness.
I'm too raw for y'all.
I'm.
"I say, look at my foot!!"
No, let's talk about you.
But I kinda miss camping out.
Yeah.
It seems like the pain is affecting my brain (beware my subtle rhymes). I got this icky infection in my foot. I awoke this morning all cheerful and happy, but a simple bounce off my bunkbed changed that.
Is it just me, or is one foot slightly larger than the other?
I reach for my glasses and find my suspicions confirmed. It seems like my foot is puffy and red with puss. At the breakfast table, my dad says he knows a cure. A basin of hot water with salt.
"Yeah, ok."
I gingerly dipped my toe in, and then the rest of my foot followed, naturally.
Which brings me to the subject of pain. I hadn't had a good zap like that since...I don't know. I controlled myself pretty well, though, I wasn't about to give my neighbors the pleasure of hearing my bloodcurling scream.
I had to limp here to write this.
I must be very arrogant. As if the world wants to know about my toe. Maybe I just want some sympathy. No, better yet, prayers. It's not that bad, it's just very irritating.
Literally.
I think I know now why the number of visitors per day has dropped.
I'm fortunate to get 10 visits per day!
I'm gleefully reveling in the anonymousness.
I'm too raw for y'all.
I'm.
"I say, look at my foot!!"
No, let's talk about you.
Happy 3rd Birthday MO! 10:25 PM
Yesterday was my adorable youngest brother's birthday. I can't believe he's three already, I look at him and wish he could stay young forever.
These golden memories of his childhood will always be with me.
Happy Birthday Montel Orion!
These golden memories of his childhood will always be with me.
Happy Birthday Montel Orion!
26 July 2005
Inspirational 11:24 PM
I realize that most other fellow bloggers have some regular inspirational Word quotes to post.
I'm feeling left out.
Just imagine me crying.
Hold that thought.
Pathetic.
Well, I do have one quote. From a little calendar that I believe everyone should own. A "Mottos For Success". It's quite an amazing little thing, it seems to always be just what I needed for my day. And today, thinking along the lines of friendship, I flipped my calendar page and found this little saying:
Simple, effective, and sweet.
I'm feeling left out.
Just imagine me crying.
Hold that thought.
Pathetic.
Well, I do have one quote. From a little calendar that I believe everyone should own. A "Mottos For Success". It's quite an amazing little thing, it seems to always be just what I needed for my day. And today, thinking along the lines of friendship, I flipped my calendar page and found this little saying:
A deep friendship is like a rainbow. When the perfect amounts of happiness and tears are mixed, the result is a colorful bridge between two hearts.
Simple, effective, and sweet.
21 July 2005
Tripping 6:30 PM
I wrote up a post but I lost it all.
All thanks to my cousins' keyboard. And now I remember very little of what I was going to write. So I won't expect this to be in chronological order, or include everything fun I did.
But this trip sure had it's moments.
First of all, we drove. And drove. And drove.
Thankfully, Sebby had the "At All Costs" album.
I want to shout out to the guys from The Sealed band, great music, I've headbanged to your album several thousand times and will continue to do so.
Our camping spot was a niCe little grassy area near a river. Sebby and I jumped right into exploring our new surroundings. We found a fridge with rotting delights and discovered that the water smelled like rotten eggs, which led to strange speculations.
But nevermind that.
Man, I wish I had pictures of the tent setup.
Dad: "I think this goes here."
Me: *glancing up from my copy of "Camping For Dummies"* "Huh?"
We didn't do so bad, considering it was my first time camping out.
Later our teenage neighbors invited Sebby and I to their campfire to make conversation. No sooner they discovered that Sebby played the guitar, they wanted us to "sing" for them.
But we got back at them alright.
We serenaded them with our French-English version of "Quacky the Duck", and then "Pet Shop". Sebby did guitar and lead vocals for the first song, and I just sang in the background. Then we simply switched for the next song. It was the first time I sang and played guitar in public.
They loved us.
Next morning our neighbors challenged us to a little game of volleyball. I used to play a bit in Mexico, so Sebby and I accepted the challenge. It was a good game, since we ended up winning. No, my dad didn't help us, and we didn't cheat or anything.
Not really.
The busking in Quebec city went well. Sadly enough, I didn't get to play. Nathalie, dear girl, broke the D string of my guitar. I owe her. So I got to pass out tracts and observe our group. And we also just basically toured Quebec city. The Lord then supplied a free meal for our entire team, and we got to go to the theater and see "The Fantastic Four". Not a bad movie, but in my opinion, the script was kinda corny and the story could've developed better.
And we went to the ZOOOOO! To yook at the manimals.
I thought it was totally UNFAIR that I should get a blue wristband and not a pink one like my younger brother. Anyway, included below are some photos of our visit:
A very cool polar bear just chilling. 
A deer that came close. 
Danny and some lemurs. 
My dad used to visit this place as a child. 30+ years and seven kids later, there's his oldest son.
And when we weren't out in Quebec, we were back at the campground terrorizing our neighbors. Some of the fun things I did were: Run around in the dark forest area, scream and sing silly songs in the rain (I would have erected a metal pole in honor of the lightning show, but Sebby didn't let me), walk around a graveyard and then scream, "Lord, send a revival!!". Yeah, those are some of the fun (stupid?) things I did. There's more (waaaaay more) but, yeah, let's keep that confidential...
"Didn't your mother ever tell you not to play with your food?"
Oh. The "art".
You see, when you see a lawn chair, an armchair, and a red square in a white square all in their little pedestals and frames, with the title "art" and some dumb ass "deep" explanation by the "artist", you get a good giggle fit. I preferred the giant badly painted wall, or the dead animal and random objects spray-can painted silhouettes. Or the TV screen with the wiggling line emitting strange noises.
I'll expound on the al fresco thing.
Doing dishes there was a wonderful and new experience. "Normal commodities are much more appreciated when they are gone." That thought ran through my head while I scurried around at five o' clock A.M., trying to close the tent flaps that were letting in the pouring rain.
I greatly enjoyed the camping trip.
Ug. I'm done.
All thanks to my cousins' keyboard. And now I remember very little of what I was going to write. So I won't expect this to be in chronological order, or include everything fun I did.
But this trip sure had it's moments.
First of all, we drove. And drove. And drove.
Thankfully, Sebby had the "At All Costs" album.
I want to shout out to the guys from The Sealed band, great music, I've headbanged to your album several thousand times and will continue to do so.
Our camping spot was a niCe little grassy area near a river. Sebby and I jumped right into exploring our new surroundings. We found a fridge with rotting delights and discovered that the water smelled like rotten eggs, which led to strange speculations.
But nevermind that.
Man, I wish I had pictures of the tent setup.
Dad: "I think this goes here."
Me: *glancing up from my copy of "Camping For Dummies"* "Huh?"
We didn't do so bad, considering it was my first time camping out.
Later our teenage neighbors invited Sebby and I to their campfire to make conversation. No sooner they discovered that Sebby played the guitar, they wanted us to "sing" for them.
But we got back at them alright.
We serenaded them with our French-English version of "Quacky the Duck", and then "Pet Shop". Sebby did guitar and lead vocals for the first song, and I just sang in the background. Then we simply switched for the next song. It was the first time I sang and played guitar in public.
They loved us.
Next morning our neighbors challenged us to a little game of volleyball. I used to play a bit in Mexico, so Sebby and I accepted the challenge. It was a good game, since we ended up winning. No, my dad didn't help us, and we didn't cheat or anything.
Not really.
The busking in Quebec city went well. Sadly enough, I didn't get to play. Nathalie, dear girl, broke the D string of my guitar. I owe her. So I got to pass out tracts and observe our group. And we also just basically toured Quebec city. The Lord then supplied a free meal for our entire team, and we got to go to the theater and see "The Fantastic Four". Not a bad movie, but in my opinion, the script was kinda corny and the story could've developed better.
And we went to the ZOOOOO! To yook at the manimals.
I thought it was totally UNFAIR that I should get a blue wristband and not a pink one like my younger brother. Anyway, included below are some photos of our visit:
A very cool polar bear just chilling. 
A deer that came close. 
Danny and some lemurs. 
My dad used to visit this place as a child. 30+ years and seven kids later, there's his oldest son.And when we weren't out in Quebec, we were back at the campground terrorizing our neighbors. Some of the fun things I did were: Run around in the dark forest area, scream and sing silly songs in the rain (I would have erected a metal pole in honor of the lightning show, but Sebby didn't let me), walk around a graveyard and then scream, "Lord, send a revival!!". Yeah, those are some of the fun (stupid?) things I did. There's more (waaaaay more) but, yeah, let's keep that confidential...
"Didn't your mother ever tell you not to play with your food?"Oh. The "art".
You see, when you see a lawn chair, an armchair, and a red square in a white square all in their little pedestals and frames, with the title "art" and some dumb ass "deep" explanation by the "artist", you get a good giggle fit. I preferred the giant badly painted wall, or the dead animal and random objects spray-can painted silhouettes. Or the TV screen with the wiggling line emitting strange noises.
I'll expound on the al fresco thing.
Doing dishes there was a wonderful and new experience. "Normal commodities are much more appreciated when they are gone." That thought ran through my head while I scurried around at five o' clock A.M., trying to close the tent flaps that were letting in the pouring rain.
I greatly enjoyed the camping trip.
Ug. I'm done.
15 July 2005
PTL! 5:22 PM
You see, the reason we had to return was because the fan of our van (subtle rhyme) wasn't working properly. Something to do with the plug.
But we found a new plug.
And now the fan still isn't working.
PTL anyway, it'll get fixed soon.
I hope.
And pray.
But we found a new plug.
And now the fan still isn't working.
PTL anyway, it'll get fixed soon.
I hope.
And pray.
14 July 2005
Delay 8:03 PM
After a good hour and a half (give or take) of driving around in the van with my siblings, going stir crazy, and having to put up with their idea of "humor", I find myself blogging this.
Yeah, that, and rained like...very bad today. I haven't seen the likes of it since I came here.
And Sebby tells me it rains like that all the time over at his place.
But that's not all he told me.
According to him, blogging is for losers. I know I'm a loser, but I wouldn't want to pin that title on others.
Since I know some really COOL bloggers.
Here is a game for REAL losers. Cutting off the oxygen supply to the brain to achieve a type of high.
Real smart.
My condolences to the parents of the kid though. He probably didn't even know what he was doing.
I rate this game along with such games as "The-Swordfight-With-Machetes" game, or the "Jump-Off-A-Three-Story-Building-And-See-If-I-Don't-Get-Hurt" game.
Sebby: "Lawn darts?"
Yeah, that, and rained like...very bad today. I haven't seen the likes of it since I came here.
And Sebby tells me it rains like that all the time over at his place.
But that's not all he told me.
According to him, blogging is for losers. I know I'm a loser, but I wouldn't want to pin that title on others.
Since I know some really COOL bloggers.
Here is a game for REAL losers. Cutting off the oxygen supply to the brain to achieve a type of high.
Real smart.
My condolences to the parents of the kid though. He probably didn't even know what he was doing.
I rate this game along with such games as "The-Swordfight-With-Machetes" game, or the "Jump-Off-A-Three-Story-Building-And-See-If-I-Don't-Get-Hurt" game.
Sebby: "Lawn darts?"
Final Farewell 3:18 PM
I have good news.
I'll be leaving on El Trip in...10 minutes or so.
With my friends and family, and the wonderful kids known as Sebby and Nats.
EEK.
I thought to post a decent farewell, so,
"SOOOOOOOO LOOOOONG, FAREWEEEEEL, AUFWIEDERSEN, ADIEU!"
I'll be gone for a long period of seven days or a fortnight.
Wish me well.
Adieu.
I'll be leaving on El Trip in...10 minutes or so.
With my friends and family, and the wonderful kids known as Sebby and Nats.
EEK.
I thought to post a decent farewell, so,
"SOOOOOOOO LOOOOONG, FAREWEEEEEL, AUFWIEDERSEN, ADIEU!"
I'll be gone for a long period of seven days or a fortnight.
Wish me well.
Adieu.
11 July 2005
El Trip 4:14 PM
I'm going on a road trip.
This basically means I won't be blogging for a while.
But I'll bring my little notepad and try to make time to scribble in it, thus resulting in some posts about my trip. Philip and Sunshine and Co. will be making this trip with us, I should turn out to be interesting.
Past few days have been busy with music practice, meals, very little JJT, and sleep.
But you don't care about that.
So say bye bye, I will.
Bye bye.
This basically means I won't be blogging for a while.
But I'll bring my little notepad and try to make time to scribble in it, thus resulting in some posts about my trip. Philip and Sunshine and Co. will be making this trip with us, I should turn out to be interesting.
Past few days have been busy with music practice, meals, very little JJT, and sleep.
But you don't care about that.
So say bye bye, I will.
Bye bye.
07 July 2005
Canada Day 2005 7:22 PM
Oh, Canada!
Yeah, whatever.
Since I'm not of this world, I don't care much for patriotism.
But Canada is a swell place.
And so was it's day.
Since I can't remember EVERYTHING, I'll just give you a basic picture.
I remember clowns.
Right, that was us. We made balloons for happy, jumping, squealing little children. And some adults. I even caught a runaway helium balloon, but I gave it away to a kid. I planned to make funny voices with that helium. Oh, well. Other things we did that day were speak with a guy who was into politics, and hide from rain under a stage-with-a-roof place, along with a big group of people.
I did mention I was somewhat ochlophobic, right?
After that the "Dog's Teeth" band came along and stole our audience, but we didn't mind, we needed a diversion to get away.
We then returned home, dressed as humans, and drove to the park with the rest of our family.
And we got to attend a concert.
A singer by the name of Marie Chantal Toupin (or something like that) was doing a concert, so we joined in on the hoopla. My mom then got the great idea to give Marie a tract. So I accepted the mission and snuck through the crowds, trailblazing a path for my father to follow.
Security looked harmless.
So my dad crossed my brave little sister, Jeanne D'arc, over the fence and she boldly stuck the tract into Marie's hand, who smiled her thanks and stuck the tract into her pocket.
Mission accomplished.
I just hung around, yelled myself hoarse, waved my hands in the air and caught a smile from Marie.
I even put Jeanne on my shoulders and told her to look enthusiastic and concert like.
Which cut the circulation in my arms and gave me one heck of a cramp later.
All major thrill points.
The drums, bass, and electric guitar weren't half bad.
They did some pretty cool solos.
And left me half deaf.
I love kids.
Especially those who climb up on stage, give the singer too much love and threaten to end the concert.
There were present at Marie's concert. A little gang of them surrounded her and made such a pretty picture.
The fireworks started a little too soon, I hate having to squish through crowds of drunk people.
The rain right after ended Canada Day in style.
Which is more than I can say for this post.
Yeah, whatever.
Since I'm not of this world, I don't care much for patriotism.
But Canada is a swell place.
And so was it's day.
Since I can't remember EVERYTHING, I'll just give you a basic picture.
I remember clowns.
Right, that was us. We made balloons for happy, jumping, squealing little children. And some adults. I even caught a runaway helium balloon, but I gave it away to a kid. I planned to make funny voices with that helium. Oh, well. Other things we did that day were speak with a guy who was into politics, and hide from rain under a stage-with-a-roof place, along with a big group of people.
I did mention I was somewhat ochlophobic, right?
After that the "Dog's Teeth" band came along and stole our audience, but we didn't mind, we needed a diversion to get away.
We then returned home, dressed as humans, and drove to the park with the rest of our family.
And we got to attend a concert.
A singer by the name of Marie Chantal Toupin (or something like that) was doing a concert, so we joined in on the hoopla. My mom then got the great idea to give Marie a tract. So I accepted the mission and snuck through the crowds, trailblazing a path for my father to follow.
Security looked harmless.
So my dad crossed my brave little sister, Jeanne D'arc, over the fence and she boldly stuck the tract into Marie's hand, who smiled her thanks and stuck the tract into her pocket.
Mission accomplished.
I just hung around, yelled myself hoarse, waved my hands in the air and caught a smile from Marie.
I even put Jeanne on my shoulders and told her to look enthusiastic and concert like.
Which cut the circulation in my arms and gave me one heck of a cramp later.
All major thrill points.
The drums, bass, and electric guitar weren't half bad.
They did some pretty cool solos.
And left me half deaf.
I love kids.
Especially those who climb up on stage, give the singer too much love and threaten to end the concert.
There were present at Marie's concert. A little gang of them surrounded her and made such a pretty picture.
The fireworks started a little too soon, I hate having to squish through crowds of drunk people.
The rain right after ended Canada Day in style.
Which is more than I can say for this post.
30 June 2005
Googled 4:24 PM
I ran a search for my site on Google, and saw that my site is indeed there.
And about time too.
I put it up when I was born.
Anyway, go ahead and google http://www.thecapitalc.blogspot.com if you want to see for yourself.
In other news, I added my own graphic disclaimer.
I made it myself.
Obviously. Since there ARE miniscule ERRORS.
Will probably correct it sometime.
And about time too.
I put it up when I was born.
Anyway, go ahead and google http://www.thecapitalc.blogspot.com if you want to see for yourself.
In other news, I added my own graphic disclaimer.
I made it myself.
Obviously. Since there ARE miniscule ERRORS.
Will probably correct it sometime.
27 June 2005
Sun and Surf 6:06 PM
Wait...
It's coming...
What was I going to say?
Well, Friday I went to the park and witnessed again. It just wasn't as jazzy as last time.
And then Saturday I went over to a friend's chalet.
Yes, my friend (if you are my friend), that was sum fun.
The car ride was quite exhilarating, singing into the wind can do wonders on your throat.
(Just imagine:
Me: IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEE, have SEEEEN ENOOOOOOOUGH, to know there's NOTHING Theeeeeeere...!!!
Father: *sings along*
Me: *scratches ear and tries to hit a high note*
Father: *questionable glance*
Me: *swallows a bug and dies*)
My hand also went air surfing and caught a few whizzing and stinging objects.
I just hope it wasn't a bee.
Turns out that my hand wasn't the only thing that went surfing.
At the chalet, after huffing and puffing and dragging my stuff out of the car (I like to travel LIGHT, you know) we decided to go fishing. But since it seemed like it was National Dead Animal day, we found our stash of worms was reduced to a smelly heap.
I felt like a woman with nausea.
But the bright side was that we could still go for a pedalo ride. Out on the lake, with all the party happy boaters, we caught some pretty swell waves. We like to call it "surfing".
And we almost sank.
And the frantic look on my face.
Where's my camera?
Bedtime was forgotten.
I felt like the proverbial child who is afraid of the Monster under his bed. Every now and then the sky would light up green, and drunk people would yell drunken things.
Loud music is good. GOOD loud music is even better.
They didn't seem to know the difference.
But I finally found peace in the midst of the storm.
Under my heavy blanket on a hot summer night.
Next mornin' was a time of more fun in the sun. Sun being abundant, fun a little more evasive.
But we caught him.
By "surfing" again.
And filling our water guns with lake water full of the skeletal remains of baby fish.
I stunk.
And got soaked.
Where's my camera?
It's coming...
What was I going to say?
Well, Friday I went to the park and witnessed again. It just wasn't as jazzy as last time.
And then Saturday I went over to a friend's chalet.
Yes, my friend (if you are my friend), that was sum fun.
The car ride was quite exhilarating, singing into the wind can do wonders on your throat.
(Just imagine:
Me: IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEE, have SEEEEN ENOOOOOOOUGH, to know there's NOTHING Theeeeeeere...!!!
Father: *sings along*
Me: *scratches ear and tries to hit a high note*
Father: *questionable glance*
Me: *swallows a bug and dies*)
My hand also went air surfing and caught a few whizzing and stinging objects.
I just hope it wasn't a bee.
Turns out that my hand wasn't the only thing that went surfing.
At the chalet, after huffing and puffing and dragging my stuff out of the car (I like to travel LIGHT, you know) we decided to go fishing. But since it seemed like it was National Dead Animal day, we found our stash of worms was reduced to a smelly heap.
I felt like a woman with nausea.
But the bright side was that we could still go for a pedalo ride. Out on the lake, with all the party happy boaters, we caught some pretty swell waves. We like to call it "surfing".
And we almost sank.
And the frantic look on my face.
Where's my camera?
Bedtime was forgotten.
I felt like the proverbial child who is afraid of the Monster under his bed. Every now and then the sky would light up green, and drunk people would yell drunken things.
Loud music is good. GOOD loud music is even better.
They didn't seem to know the difference.
But I finally found peace in the midst of the storm.
Under my heavy blanket on a hot summer night.
Next mornin' was a time of more fun in the sun. Sun being abundant, fun a little more evasive.
But we caught him.
By "surfing" again.
And filling our water guns with lake water full of the skeletal remains of baby fish.
I stunk.
And got soaked.
Where's my camera?
24 June 2005
Pysched 12:27 PM
Yesterday was awesome. In what way, ask you?
In that I had a kickass witnessing time.
I originally had to stay home and take care of kids, but after I did my time, the Lord saw fit to send me out litnessing.
Since it was the day before La Fete De Saint-Jean Baptist (say that really fast, it means St John the Baptist's Day) a park near us was to host a mini gala event with music and fireworks.
Well, we missed the fireworks and the music was crummy. I'd like to see Plan of Attack or The Sealed get up on stage and play some REAL musik. It brings to mind what Andrew V. said on the subject of System music.
Amen to that.
But since we came to witness, that didn't really matter. I was a little shy at first, but after a bit, I got all pysched up and passed out all my tracts. Of course, my French is a NWO, I can't go around forever saying "Ce pour toi" and then just flashing my charming smile.
But some girls just didn't get it.
I tried to tell them that Someone (Jesus) loved them, but they obviously thought that someone was me, for they walked away giggling and waving.
I hope they were single. I didn't fancy getting clobbered by some jealous guy.
But we won some souls to God's eternal kingdom, and my dad got a few hugs as people were touched by our message.
And I even sang and danced.
Being with my siblings (and if you know them, then you know they are a crazy bunch) we started imitating 1960's movie stars, which turned into us holding hands and doing a rendition of "The Little Hills Rejoice". I'm positive some people liked it. Too bad I didn't bring El Guitar.
Not even a dog barked.
And speaking of music, check out this song --> "Family Girls Rock" that I got off the hollow blah.
Was good for a few giggle fits, since I'm sure I know at least three girls mentioned in the song. They are girls you'd definitely fall in love with.
The bloopers at the end are something to hear as well.
In that I had a kickass witnessing time.
I originally had to stay home and take care of kids, but after I did my time, the Lord saw fit to send me out litnessing.
Since it was the day before La Fete De Saint-Jean Baptist (say that really fast, it means St John the Baptist's Day) a park near us was to host a mini gala event with music and fireworks.
Well, we missed the fireworks and the music was crummy. I'd like to see Plan of Attack or The Sealed get up on stage and play some REAL musik. It brings to mind what Andrew V. said on the subject of System music.
"There's a whole lot more garbage and trash and badly produced and sung music out there than we have ever done, or could ever even do, really." ("Shooting Straight, Part 9" ML#3513)
Amen to that.
But since we came to witness, that didn't really matter. I was a little shy at first, but after a bit, I got all pysched up and passed out all my tracts. Of course, my French is a NWO, I can't go around forever saying "Ce pour toi" and then just flashing my charming smile.
But some girls just didn't get it.
I tried to tell them that Someone (Jesus) loved them, but they obviously thought that someone was me, for they walked away giggling and waving.
I hope they were single. I didn't fancy getting clobbered by some jealous guy.
But we won some souls to God's eternal kingdom, and my dad got a few hugs as people were touched by our message.
And I even sang and danced.
Being with my siblings (and if you know them, then you know they are a crazy bunch) we started imitating 1960's movie stars, which turned into us holding hands and doing a rendition of "The Little Hills Rejoice". I'm positive some people liked it. Too bad I didn't bring El Guitar.
Not even a dog barked.
And speaking of music, check out this song --> "Family Girls Rock" that I got off the hollow blah.
Was good for a few giggle fits, since I'm sure I know at least three girls mentioned in the song. They are girls you'd definitely fall in love with.
The bloopers at the end are something to hear as well.
23 June 2005
My adorable little niece. The one to the right, that is. And my NEW glasses. So sorry to keep you all waiting on that...Hee hee. You may LEAVE now.
niCe
18 June 2005
Brave Knight Takes On The Terrifying Cookie Monsters 11:34 PM
Long ago in a land called Maxi, there ruled a group of terrifying Cookie Monster Kings, feasting on their decadent cookies, high up in their Terrible Takeover Tower (T3).
Then one day a Brave Knight with warpaint on his face, his bright suit glistening in the sun, armed with his sword and astride his speeding metal covered ride, did make war against those Terrifying Cookie Monsters. He courageously beat them back and locked them in their great tower, where they remain until this day, biding their time and awaiting their moment of revenge.
HOLD IT!
Ok, ok, so I was clowning at a Maxi and staring at a little tower of cookie boxes with Cookie Monsters on them.
But I did have a good clowning day. Every time I finished a balloon, I had to make another. I did get a break though.
I even went shopping in Maxi.
"Shopping" meaning speeding through the store in my shopping cart, waving my "sword", looking for milk, carrots, and bananas.
Boy I felt proud when I passed through by the (cute) cashier and handed those groceries to my father.
Speaking of which, tomorrow is Daddy Day! Hope you all have a good one!
Focker Out! *slump*
Then one day a Brave Knight with warpaint on his face, his bright suit glistening in the sun, armed with his sword and astride his speeding metal covered ride, did make war against those Terrifying Cookie Monsters. He courageously beat them back and locked them in their great tower, where they remain until this day, biding their time and awaiting their moment of revenge.
HOLD IT!
Ok, ok, so I was clowning at a Maxi and staring at a little tower of cookie boxes with Cookie Monsters on them.
But I did have a good clowning day. Every time I finished a balloon, I had to make another. I did get a break though.
I even went shopping in Maxi.
"Shopping" meaning speeding through the store in my shopping cart, waving my "sword", looking for milk, carrots, and bananas.
Boy I felt proud when I passed through by the (cute) cashier and handed those groceries to my father.
Speaking of which, tomorrow is Daddy Day! Hope you all have a good one!
Focker Out! *slump*
16 June 2005
CODE 6:05 PM
I am learning some basic CSS/HTML code. It's great fun, it gives wings (and headaches) to my creative GENIUS. To see some of my latest work, try clicking on the comment link down below. Due to my picky and detail-loving nature, it took a little more time to do this one, seeing as the comment link font was just slighty larger that it used to be, but I patched it up niCe and it looks just the same as before. I also took a look at hobbyns.net today, and saw a nifty link to my blog.
Swell.
And if you don't have decent stats for your site, me recommends StatCounter.com.
And like I was saying...
JUST CLICK THE COMMENTS LINK ALREADY!
Swell.
And if you don't have decent stats for your site, me recommends StatCounter.com.
And like I was saying...
JUST CLICK THE COMMENTS LINK ALREADY!
08 June 2005
So Let's Just Praise The Lord!... 2:59 PM
"DELIQUENT BLOGGER!!"
My mind likes to yell that at me.
Well, to pacify the angry little voice in my head, how about an update on my weekend? Good! So...
Philip and Nathalie came over this Saturday, they've been gone for what...six months? Was good to see them again. We went over to this park where all of Winter's dormant mosquitos descended to feast upon our blood. That's ONE bad thing about Spring. But it was worth it to see Marianne again.
Next day:
We had a cute little BBQ/birthday party for Sharon (HAPPY BIRTHDAY Sharon!!).
Oh, and here's a helpful little tip: When a group of riotous children are playing outside with water, do not, I repeat, do NOT yell things like "Uncle Eman is here!", unless you want to be surrounded on all sides by soaking and giggling children trying to hug you. I had conveniently forgotten my bathing suit, so I was lent a tight see-through bathing suit and a baggy shirt with SECURITY printed on it in bold yellow letters.
Wasn't I a sight to see.
I kept yelling at the kids to throw the water balloons at me, but they wouldn't listen, and just when I'd given up...SPLASH! Surprise! And then Nats and Vincent carry and dump me into the kiddie pool.
Hey, I thought they were just gonna give some extra love.
Well, the water wasn't that cold, just enough to give you pneumonia.
I was shivering so bad I couldn't shove food into my mouth.
The little darlings.
For some strange reason, everyone thought Natalie and I made such a cute couple.
Either Nats needs to tone down her affection, or people think I'm too cute to remain single for too long.
But I don't go out with 12-YEAR-OLDS!
Then we all crowded inside for inspiration with U. Philip, and man, you could feel the spirit! At the end of the louder songs, my ears were ringing and my feet aching from jumping.
Ah, there's nothing like thrashing to "Father David, had many sons..."
You should have seen my VEGGIE dance.
Then came the party.
Dancing lessons are in order.
My mind likes to yell that at me.
Well, to pacify the angry little voice in my head, how about an update on my weekend? Good! So...
Philip and Nathalie came over this Saturday, they've been gone for what...six months? Was good to see them again. We went over to this park where all of Winter's dormant mosquitos descended to feast upon our blood. That's ONE bad thing about Spring. But it was worth it to see Marianne again.
Next day:
We had a cute little BBQ/birthday party for Sharon (HAPPY BIRTHDAY Sharon!!).
Oh, and here's a helpful little tip: When a group of riotous children are playing outside with water, do not, I repeat, do NOT yell things like "Uncle Eman is here!", unless you want to be surrounded on all sides by soaking and giggling children trying to hug you. I had conveniently forgotten my bathing suit, so I was lent a tight see-through bathing suit and a baggy shirt with SECURITY printed on it in bold yellow letters.
Wasn't I a sight to see.
I kept yelling at the kids to throw the water balloons at me, but they wouldn't listen, and just when I'd given up...SPLASH! Surprise! And then Nats and Vincent carry and dump me into the kiddie pool.
Hey, I thought they were just gonna give some extra love.
Well, the water wasn't that cold, just enough to give you pneumonia.
I was shivering so bad I couldn't shove food into my mouth.
The little darlings.
For some strange reason, everyone thought Natalie and I made such a cute couple.
Either Nats needs to tone down her affection, or people think I'm too cute to remain single for too long.
But I don't go out with 12-YEAR-OLDS!
Then we all crowded inside for inspiration with U. Philip, and man, you could feel the spirit! At the end of the louder songs, my ears were ringing and my feet aching from jumping.
Ah, there's nothing like thrashing to "Father David, had many sons..."
You should have seen my VEGGIE dance.
Then came the party.
Dancing lessons are in order.