Since Father's Day was yesterday, I feel like I should take a moment to acknowledge one of the world's greatest dads. Now I know most of us think our dads are the greatest, but in this case, what I mean is that he's the greatest to me. I wouldn't have any other man to be my father.
My father takes time to enjoy life. I've got great memories of playing with him as a kid, and one thing I admire about him is that he's never too busy or grown-up to take the time to play with and give attention to his children.
My father is sacrificial, almost to a fault. Putting others' needs and comfort above his own has been his creed ever since I can remember, and I want to be just like him in that regard.
My father is understanding. There's hardly anything I can't talk to him about. He normally takes things in stride, and his candid comments after a talk are always an added relief.
My father has a simple sense of humor. In his almost distracted way he's pulled off funnies that have become classics in my hall of comedy.
My father has a true love for the people he lives and works with. Whenever we move to a new country, he does his best to learn the language, customs, and manner of the people there. He truly becomes one.
There's much more I could say about him, but for the sake of brevity, I'll end here.
Jerry, you're the best dad for me. I'm sorry for those times when I made life difficult for you, when my pride got in the way, and when you had to deal with my eccentric, rebellious, and bad attitudes. But all in all, I'm proud to have a dad like you, and I count it a privilege and an honor to be your son.
19 June 2006
15 June 2006
Biting the Bullet 11:36 PM
"Just one of life's little misfortunes. But who could have seen it coming? I should have, after all, I'm walking in circles."
This thought ran through my head as I felt myself being flung toward the toilet seat. Emptying the contents of my stomach had become a morbid and dreaded ritual these past days. As I sat there a little dazed, a salty taste came to my mouth. My sweat and tears had come together to mix with the stomach acid in my mouth. Another liquid dripped it's way to my lips, and I could almost see the scarlet drop forming in the corner of my right nostril.
Closing my eyes, I saw myself kneeling over a small tombstone. The air was chilly, and the grey and lonely cemetery offered little comfort. My fingers brushed the inscription as I said goodbye to a hope, a dream, a foolish fantasy. I nurtured this hope, I watched it grow. I awoke with it every morning and tucked it in with me every night. I cradled it as it drew it's last breath. As I turned to leave, a mournful chorus rung in my ears, as the angels sang a cold and broken Hallelujah.
"This should hurt. This should sting. This should deal me a gaping wound. I've grown so numb, my level of endurance has climbed so high. Pain makes better people, stronger people."
I came back to reality just as my stomach tightened and my face contorted. As I stared at the lime green acid swimming in the bowl below me, scenes came to mind, scenes I didn't care to remember.
Ignorance is bliss. You couldn't have seen me, not even if you had looked my way. You couldn't have heard me, no, not even if I had screamed bloody murder. Lost in your passion, you failed to see the boy who looked your way, and wondered why. A polite smile masked his feelings, and each day seemed worse than the last. And yet the offenders continued on, blissful in their ignorance.
"Life is a strange thing, it pulls so many new twists and turns that one moment you're standing on firm ground with a perfect sense of direction, and the next you're falling to your knees in a disoriented state of mind."
And now here I am. Cold, dirty, sick, and broken; sitting in a grimy toilet stall with tears streaming down my face. I am pathetic.
And yet somehow, I'm still standing. Yet somehow, with this pain comes equal amounts of grace. Forgiveness has replaced any bitterness I would have kept within; I've placed another's happiness above my own. I know I won't be trudging in circles forever.
I've turned to Him, and now, I've found peace.
This thought ran through my head as I felt myself being flung toward the toilet seat. Emptying the contents of my stomach had become a morbid and dreaded ritual these past days. As I sat there a little dazed, a salty taste came to my mouth. My sweat and tears had come together to mix with the stomach acid in my mouth. Another liquid dripped it's way to my lips, and I could almost see the scarlet drop forming in the corner of my right nostril.
Closing my eyes, I saw myself kneeling over a small tombstone. The air was chilly, and the grey and lonely cemetery offered little comfort. My fingers brushed the inscription as I said goodbye to a hope, a dream, a foolish fantasy. I nurtured this hope, I watched it grow. I awoke with it every morning and tucked it in with me every night. I cradled it as it drew it's last breath. As I turned to leave, a mournful chorus rung in my ears, as the angels sang a cold and broken Hallelujah.
"This should hurt. This should sting. This should deal me a gaping wound. I've grown so numb, my level of endurance has climbed so high. Pain makes better people, stronger people."
I came back to reality just as my stomach tightened and my face contorted. As I stared at the lime green acid swimming in the bowl below me, scenes came to mind, scenes I didn't care to remember.
Ignorance is bliss. You couldn't have seen me, not even if you had looked my way. You couldn't have heard me, no, not even if I had screamed bloody murder. Lost in your passion, you failed to see the boy who looked your way, and wondered why. A polite smile masked his feelings, and each day seemed worse than the last. And yet the offenders continued on, blissful in their ignorance.
"Life is a strange thing, it pulls so many new twists and turns that one moment you're standing on firm ground with a perfect sense of direction, and the next you're falling to your knees in a disoriented state of mind."
And now here I am. Cold, dirty, sick, and broken; sitting in a grimy toilet stall with tears streaming down my face. I am pathetic.
And yet somehow, I'm still standing. Yet somehow, with this pain comes equal amounts of grace. Forgiveness has replaced any bitterness I would have kept within; I've placed another's happiness above my own. I know I won't be trudging in circles forever.
I've turned to Him, and now, I've found peace.
Biting the Bullet 11:36 PM
"Just one of life's little misfortunes. But who could have seen it coming? I should have, after all, I'm walking in circles."
This thought ran through my head as I felt myself being flung toward the toilet seat. Emptying the contents of my stomach had become a morbid and dreaded ritual these past days. As I sat there a little dazed, a salty taste came to my mouth. My sweat and tears had come together to mix with the stomach acid in my mouth. Another liquid dripped it's way to my lips, and I could almost see the scarlet drop forming in the corner of my right nostril.
Closing my eyes, I saw myself kneeling over a small tombstone. The air was chilly, and the grey and lonely cemetery offered little comfort. My fingers brushed the inscription as I said goodbye to a hope, a dream, a foolish fantasy. I nurtured this hope, I watched it grow. I awoke with it every morning and tucked it in with me every night. I cradled it as it drew it's last breath. As I turned to leave, a mournful chorus rung in my ears, as the angels sang a cold and broken Hallelujah.
I came back to reality just as my stomach tightened and my face contorted. As I stared at the lime green acid swimming in the bowl below me, scenes came to mind, scenes I didn't care to remember.
Ignorance is bliss. You couldn't have seen me, not even if you had looked my way. You couldn't have heard me, no, not even if I had screamed bloody murder. Lost in your passion, you failed to see the boy who looked your way, and wondered why. A polite smile masked his feelings, and each day seemed worse than the last. And yet the offenders continued on, blissful in their ignorance.
"Life is a strange thing, it pulls so many new twists and turns that one moment you're standing on firm ground with a perfect sense of direction, and the next you're falling to your knees in a disoriented state of mind."
And now here I am. Cold, dirty, sick, and broken; sitting in a grimy toilet stall with tears streaming down my face. I am pathetic.
And yet somehow, I'm still standing. Yet somehow, with this pain comes equal amounts of grace. Forgiveness has replaced any bitterness I would have kept within; I've placed another's happiness above my own. I know I won't be trudging in circles forever.
I've turned to Him, and now, I've found peace.
This thought ran through my head as I felt myself being flung toward the toilet seat. Emptying the contents of my stomach had become a morbid and dreaded ritual these past days. As I sat there a little dazed, a salty taste came to my mouth. My sweat and tears had come together to mix with the stomach acid in my mouth. Another liquid dripped it's way to my lips, and I could almost see the scarlet drop forming in the corner of my right nostril.
Closing my eyes, I saw myself kneeling over a small tombstone. The air was chilly, and the grey and lonely cemetery offered little comfort. My fingers brushed the inscription as I said goodbye to a hope, a dream, a foolish fantasy. I nurtured this hope, I watched it grow. I awoke with it every morning and tucked it in with me every night. I cradled it as it drew it's last breath. As I turned to leave, a mournful chorus rung in my ears, as the angels sang a cold and broken Hallelujah.
I came back to reality just as my stomach tightened and my face contorted. As I stared at the lime green acid swimming in the bowl below me, scenes came to mind, scenes I didn't care to remember.
Ignorance is bliss. You couldn't have seen me, not even if you had looked my way. You couldn't have heard me, no, not even if I had screamed bloody murder. Lost in your passion, you failed to see the boy who looked your way, and wondered why. A polite smile masked his feelings, and each day seemed worse than the last. And yet the offenders continued on, blissful in their ignorance.
"Life is a strange thing, it pulls so many new twists and turns that one moment you're standing on firm ground with a perfect sense of direction, and the next you're falling to your knees in a disoriented state of mind."
And now here I am. Cold, dirty, sick, and broken; sitting in a grimy toilet stall with tears streaming down my face. I am pathetic.
And yet somehow, I'm still standing. Yet somehow, with this pain comes equal amounts of grace. Forgiveness has replaced any bitterness I would have kept within; I've placed another's happiness above my own. I know I won't be trudging in circles forever.
I've turned to Him, and now, I've found peace.
06 June 2006
Triple Six 7:01 PM
6-6-06. Today.
Six hundred and sixty-six, a number of pure evil, the devil's own, the number that helped me differentiate between the good guys and the bad guys in the Kidz Mop and other related publications.
Now this 666 seems to be quite the topic today. I checked the news just earlier and they were talking about it, crazy 666 celebrations are going to be underway (they're having a party in Hell), and most people are blogging about it.
But really, I was more interested in the 4th of May 2006, when at one point the time and date was as follows: 01:02:03 04.05.06 To me, that's more of a kickass patern, wouldn't you say? It seems that no one has anything interesting to blog about today.
But then again, neither do I.
I don't think any major events will happen, so don't hold your breath. As far as I know, this 666 business could turn out to be another Y2K situation (yeah, stock up on food and supplies, we're ALL GONNA DIE!!). Heh, Y2K...See, that was funny.
Six hundred and sixty-six, a number of pure evil, the devil's own, the number that helped me differentiate between the good guys and the bad guys in the Kidz Mop and other related publications.
Now this 666 seems to be quite the topic today. I checked the news just earlier and they were talking about it, crazy 666 celebrations are going to be underway (they're having a party in Hell), and most people are blogging about it.
But really, I was more interested in the 4th of May 2006, when at one point the time and date was as follows: 01:02:03 04.05.06 To me, that's more of a kickass patern, wouldn't you say? It seems that no one has anything interesting to blog about today.
But then again, neither do I.
I don't think any major events will happen, so don't hold your breath. As far as I know, this 666 business could turn out to be another Y2K situation (yeah, stock up on food and supplies, we're ALL GONNA DIE!!). Heh, Y2K...See, that was funny.
02 June 2006
The Many Faces of Sexy 5:27 PM
You know those vain posts in which people post pictures of their faces, all in different angles and poses?
Yeah, those.
Now before I begin, I realize that these pictures could ruin my reputation, so let me take a moment to say that I'm uglier in person.
To make this post slightly educational, I'm going to give a safety awareness illustration of what not to do with electrical sockets.
Don't stick your finger in them.
Bad things could happen. Very bad things.
Oh, my disclaimer: Warning! A scary picture of me may follow, if you're easily frightened, now would be a good time to go hide under your mommy's dress. And Buffy, you know where to find me.
POW!
Yeah, those.
Now before I begin, I realize that these pictures could ruin my reputation, so let me take a moment to say that I'm uglier in person.
To make this post slightly educational, I'm going to give a safety awareness illustration of what not to do with electrical sockets.
Don't stick your finger in them.
Bad things could happen. Very bad things.
Oh, my disclaimer: Warning! A scary picture of me may follow, if you're easily frightened, now would be a good time to go hide under your mommy's dress. And Buffy, you know where to find me.
POW!
23 May 2006
Home Again 10:45 PM
I'm tired.
Wordstock III did a number on me, and as much as I miss EVERYONE (no, not EVERYONE), I'm just glad to be back.
I can still see the faces of my siblings when I walked through the back door. I know they missed me as much as I missed them. Monty and Sammy got a haircut, Danny has a potbelly, and Gabriel is slightly heavier. It seems Jeanne D'arc hasn't changed.
I'm tired. I feel slovenly and dirty, and washing the sticky lolipop liquid on my arm is out of the question, since it would also wash away "Kisses, Leila." I hope Leila appreciates the lack of hygiene my arm will receive in order to preserve her manuscript.
As some of you may have already guessed, no, I didn't keep a log. I'll just have to write about Wordstock and the trip there and back by calling on my memory banks. Expect some posts on the aforementioned topics sometime soon.
I'm tired.
Wordstock III did a number on me, and as much as I miss EVERYONE (no, not EVERYONE), I'm just glad to be back.
I can still see the faces of my siblings when I walked through the back door. I know they missed me as much as I missed them. Monty and Sammy got a haircut, Danny has a potbelly, and Gabriel is slightly heavier. It seems Jeanne D'arc hasn't changed.
I'm tired. I feel slovenly and dirty, and washing the sticky lolipop liquid on my arm is out of the question, since it would also wash away "Kisses, Leila." I hope Leila appreciates the lack of hygiene my arm will receive in order to preserve her manuscript.
As some of you may have already guessed, no, I didn't keep a log. I'll just have to write about Wordstock and the trip there and back by calling on my memory banks. Expect some posts on the aforementioned topics sometime soon.
I'm tired.
01 May 2006
Woodstock, Wordstock...Wordstock, Woodstock...How cleverly subtle. 6:27 PM
Ignore that, I just don't understand why the WOC didn't use my idea of calling it "Word-fun-music-food-fellowship-sizzling-hot-'thank-you-Jesus-for-them'-
girls-sports-convicting-and-challenging-classes-Stock". Speaking of the WOC, have you noticed that there's an OC conspiracy in all this? I mean, WordstOCk, EurOCk, wOC, rOCk, sOCks, etc...Wait, I'd better stop right there. The OCs will harm me for this exposure.
On a happier note (I am very excited, I'm smiling real big, I'm jumping on my bed and my hands are flailing...Oops, I need to pee), I must tell you all that I will be attending Wordstock 2006. HOORAY!
At the same time, I am reminded of the last two years when I did not attend Wordstock. Reading Broadband was like torture to me, it basically screamed "Look what you missed!" Oh, wait, it did say that, didn't it? I wrote down my thoughts here and there, and I understand what those of you who are unable to attend this year's Wordstock are going through. But let's take it with a positive attitude, guys (I should have), the Lord pulled me through (and gave me the opportunity to attend this year), and I know He'll do the same for you.
I'm having a real problem with the whole packing thing, though. I dislike packing, it gives me headaches, like the one I have now. And the weather down there isn't something I'm looking forward to either, but I have a plan, I'm going to travel down in a giant icebox.
I'll begin my journey to the land of hot weather and cowboys in four days, if you could please pray for all to go well and according to plan, and also for protection and provision, I'd be very much obliged. I'll try (emphasis on "try", this plan seems to always fall through) to keep a brief log of my journey and Wordstock. When I get back I'll try to post most of it, but don't expect any updates between May 6th-27th.
As a sidenote, I'll be activating the Comment Moderation function for this site, so all your comments will be saved for me to view and approve when I get online. This is to discourage any arguments or crude comments while I'm gone, so I won't come back to a site torn and cluttered with pointless spam. After I get back to regularly posting, this function will be deactivated.
So until then, my readers. Wish me well, and may God bless you.
girls-sports-convicting-and-challenging-classes-Stock". Speaking of the WOC, have you noticed that there's an OC conspiracy in all this? I mean, WordstOCk, EurOCk, wOC, rOCk, sOCks, etc...Wait, I'd better stop right there. The OCs will harm me for this exposure.
On a happier note (I am very excited, I'm smiling real big, I'm jumping on my bed and my hands are flailing...Oops, I need to pee), I must tell you all that I will be attending Wordstock 2006. HOORAY!
At the same time, I am reminded of the last two years when I did not attend Wordstock. Reading Broadband was like torture to me, it basically screamed "Look what you missed!" Oh, wait, it did say that, didn't it? I wrote down my thoughts here and there, and I understand what those of you who are unable to attend this year's Wordstock are going through. But let's take it with a positive attitude, guys (I should have), the Lord pulled me through (and gave me the opportunity to attend this year), and I know He'll do the same for you.
I'm having a real problem with the whole packing thing, though. I dislike packing, it gives me headaches, like the one I have now. And the weather down there isn't something I'm looking forward to either, but I have a plan, I'm going to travel down in a giant icebox.
I'll begin my journey to the land of hot weather and cowboys in four days, if you could please pray for all to go well and according to plan, and also for protection and provision, I'd be very much obliged. I'll try (emphasis on "try", this plan seems to always fall through) to keep a brief log of my journey and Wordstock. When I get back I'll try to post most of it, but don't expect any updates between May 6th-27th.
As a sidenote, I'll be activating the Comment Moderation function for this site, so all your comments will be saved for me to view and approve when I get online. This is to discourage any arguments or crude comments while I'm gone, so I won't come back to a site torn and cluttered with pointless spam. After I get back to regularly posting, this function will be deactivated.
So until then, my readers. Wish me well, and may God bless you.
