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.
30 June 2005
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.
04 June 2005
Escalator's End 6:46 PM
Happy little me.
Happy little me with makeup.
Happy little me with clown suit.
Happy little clown, me.
Weekend clowning has it joys. Like being able to get more laughs out of people than they get out of you. I've always enjoyed posing as a mannequin and then having people walk up behind me, commenting on how cute I am. But the fun part comes when I whirl around.
I hope they survive their heart attack.
This weekend the fun came out of an escalator.
A DESCENDING escalator.
People would stare at my dad and I, head straight for the escalator and nearly trip. Believe me, I was chock full of suppressed giggles after the days end.
Excuses such as "It looks like it went up", "I'm in a hurry", and "Because I was staring at the clowns" were put forth.
The last one left me flattered.
I did TRY to warn a few, but they just smiled at me, said "Hi Clown!" and continued on absent-mindedly. This one girl was waving and smiling at me as she climbed up a step, that was one rude reality check.
The giggles nearly burst my stomach.
Just smile and wave.
Smile and wave.
Happy little me with makeup.
Happy little me with clown suit.
Happy little clown, me.
Weekend clowning has it joys. Like being able to get more laughs out of people than they get out of you. I've always enjoyed posing as a mannequin and then having people walk up behind me, commenting on how cute I am. But the fun part comes when I whirl around.
I hope they survive their heart attack.
This weekend the fun came out of an escalator.
A DESCENDING escalator.
People would stare at my dad and I, head straight for the escalator and nearly trip. Believe me, I was chock full of suppressed giggles after the days end.
Excuses such as "It looks like it went up", "I'm in a hurry", and "Because I was staring at the clowns" were put forth.
The last one left me flattered.
I did TRY to warn a few, but they just smiled at me, said "Hi Clown!" and continued on absent-mindedly. This one girl was waving and smiling at me as she climbed up a step, that was one rude reality check.
The giggles nearly burst my stomach.
Just smile and wave.
Smile and wave.
03 June 2005
Plaster 11:04 PM
Yes, Jesus loves everyone.
It's a swell piece of art from Mike Krome. I was looking for a good wallpaper, I found the above and gave my desktop a touch of feeling. Well, that is, until I visited thehollowblah.info and found a good bunch of wallpapers and was torn between two choices. They're all great. I know. I'll close my eyes and click a random pic. Kudos to both artists (Mike and ZERO). You guys are the ace.
01 June 2005
Inanimate 10:43 PM
Flop.
Plop.
My site looks so much better to mine eyes. I created a new Windows account and my site with its not so bloated font is sexy.
I'm freaked.
I've just seriously realized I can foretell the future. Well, at least what is revealed to me. (Cocks ear to hear my readers big laughs).
No, seriously. I mean it.
It's just...There are some things I see that I wish would never come true. Like my dreams. Since the age of 11 or 12, I've dreamt of a girl. This girl is usually clad in black, kinda punk or gothic. I'm deeply in love with her.
Then I die. In her arms. I scream at the people chasing us, throwing my body to shield her from the whizzing bullets.
Every bullet stung with realistic pain.
The sky does a 360. I cough blood. I'm positive I'd give my life for her any second.
Sometimes it's better. I don't die, and I confess how much I love her.
Too bad she died in one dream. I awoke with a soaked face, and a lump in my throat that could not be swallowed.
Or sometimes, she's a ghost, haunting and crying. I love her wail. So piercing, so full of emotion.
It scares me.
Last night was more positive. I lost her, and I searched every corner of the airport, running frantically, yelling her name (which I forget), my heart beating and my limbs numb. I found her and told her with tears in my eyes that I loved everything she did, everything she was, that I even copied everything she did. I chewed TOOTHPICKS because she did. I sat with her and we hugged and cried.
There was peace at last.
I wish I knew who she was. She's with me every night, every minute I'm awake. Mysterious, crying, begging for me to love her. What these dreams mean, don't ask, I have no idea.
Prophetic? Gosh, how do I know what my future really holds?
Plop.
My site looks so much better to mine eyes. I created a new Windows account and my site with its not so bloated font is sexy.
I'm freaked.
I've just seriously realized I can foretell the future. Well, at least what is revealed to me. (Cocks ear to hear my readers big laughs).
No, seriously. I mean it.
It's just...There are some things I see that I wish would never come true. Like my dreams. Since the age of 11 or 12, I've dreamt of a girl. This girl is usually clad in black, kinda punk or gothic. I'm deeply in love with her.
Then I die. In her arms. I scream at the people chasing us, throwing my body to shield her from the whizzing bullets.
Every bullet stung with realistic pain.
The sky does a 360. I cough blood. I'm positive I'd give my life for her any second.
Sometimes it's better. I don't die, and I confess how much I love her.
Too bad she died in one dream. I awoke with a soaked face, and a lump in my throat that could not be swallowed.
Or sometimes, she's a ghost, haunting and crying. I love her wail. So piercing, so full of emotion.
It scares me.
Last night was more positive. I lost her, and I searched every corner of the airport, running frantically, yelling her name (which I forget), my heart beating and my limbs numb. I found her and told her with tears in my eyes that I loved everything she did, everything she was, that I even copied everything she did. I chewed TOOTHPICKS because she did. I sat with her and we hugged and cried.
There was peace at last.
I wish I knew who she was. She's with me every night, every minute I'm awake. Mysterious, crying, begging for me to love her. What these dreams mean, don't ask, I have no idea.
Prophetic? Gosh, how do I know what my future really holds?