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.
31 October 2005
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?
