I just posted this before actually writing it....because I am this cool...
I went to check my mark for a test and I had thought I was going to get a C on it so I was shocked to find as I read that I got an A...then I went later on in the day, high on A....to recheck it to drink in my victory and celebrate the fact that I can get A's...and found I originally read the wrong line...I actually got a B...no more high, no more A, it didn't even last a day...because I am this cool...
I taught vowel and consonant's in a grade 5/6 class today and basically gave all the wrong instructions to the kids and then they had to reteach me what the short and long sound of vowels mean...because I am this cool.
I missed the bus...because I am this cool.
there are other things that make me cool too, like the fact that I have bangs that like to stick up all the time right now, i forgot to put deoderant on after working out (this would have been an only slightly dumb thing to do except the next class was health assessment where I had to be in a gown and have someone touching and poking and yes, smelling me for an hour), actually working out was also a bit of a humbug, I tried to work out but ended up walking around the track and getting winded and smelly...I am this cool...I grew out of a pair of jeans...actually I ripped it while I was wearing it, I think my hips just exploded really...because I am this cool...
Thursday, 18 November 2010
Friday, 12 November 2010
Thank you
today I opened my email to find one of the most nicest and thoughtful people that I know wrote me. My uncle Laurie...it made my day...thanks for remembering unka flew...
Hi to all of you. Yesterday here in Canada was Remembrance Day for all those who died for our freedom in the wars. Today in Singapore it is Sept. 13th and we remember again Steve going to be with the Lord. And once again I am sure it is a hard day especially for you David and Phyllis and family.
A guest lecturer here in our church this week spoke on the Resurrection and the paramount importance it is to our faith. One thing he did mention was that Paul talks in Phil. 1:23 where he is torn about staying or being with the Lord --and telling us in the Greek I think-- that it really is saying it is better, far better to be with the Lord. Steven has experienced the “far better” part of life in a dimension we can’t comprehend so we are thankful about that but we here of course still feel the loss and his absence yet cling to the hope knowing that the resurrection will one day erase all that pain.
The other day I was reading in John where Jesus raised Lazarus from the dead-- but before He went to Bethany to do this He had said to the disciples lets go wake Lazarus up and it reminded me of Corban when we visited Mom’s grave last year and he got that big rock and marched over ready to throw it on the grave proclaiming he was going to wake Oma up—good theology for a little guy.
This is long enough so I will end here. We do love you and trust that the Lord will be your comfort and joy and strength as you re-live some of the many memories that you shared with Stephen today and everyday.
Your brother
Lauren
Hi to all of you. Yesterday here in Canada was Remembrance Day for all those who died for our freedom in the wars. Today in Singapore it is Sept. 13th and we remember again Steve going to be with the Lord. And once again I am sure it is a hard day especially for you David and Phyllis and family.
A guest lecturer here in our church this week spoke on the Resurrection and the paramount importance it is to our faith. One thing he did mention was that Paul talks in Phil. 1:23 where he is torn about staying or being with the Lord --and telling us in the Greek I think-- that it really is saying it is better, far better to be with the Lord. Steven has experienced the “far better” part of life in a dimension we can’t comprehend so we are thankful about that but we here of course still feel the loss and his absence yet cling to the hope knowing that the resurrection will one day erase all that pain.
The other day I was reading in John where Jesus raised Lazarus from the dead-- but before He went to Bethany to do this He had said to the disciples lets go wake Lazarus up and it reminded me of Corban when we visited Mom’s grave last year and he got that big rock and marched over ready to throw it on the grave proclaiming he was going to wake Oma up—good theology for a little guy.
This is long enough so I will end here. We do love you and trust that the Lord will be your comfort and joy and strength as you re-live some of the many memories that you shared with Stephen today and everyday.
Your brother
Lauren
Saturday, 6 November 2010
Yes, I still live in a dorm...
someone decided to tape calvin and hobbes cartoons in the bathroom stalls that I use, this past week I noticed that they had changed the cartoon in my 'favorite' stall and by favorite I mean the one I feel most comfortable taking care of business in...
why am I telling you this...lemme give a bit of a background...because public washrooms are a daily and very real part of my life right now...while I am in school, and even afterwards when I am working, I will be using copious amounts of public washrooms...and this is why I have come up with a very well thought out method, tried and true one might say, of getting the most out of any (and all) the 'facilities' I should happen upon... i do tend to be a bit choosy of which stall I have to use...picking the right stall is half the battle...'they' say that the stalls furthest from the door are usually the most frequented...for that reason I usually choose one near the door...less bum germs...even though i don't actually rest my bum on the seat...it still makes me feel better...
further more I practice public washroom etiquette by NEVER choosing a stall right next to someone already using one...because it's only right to give people a little space and privacy...you've heard of the 6 inch rule of personal space...well public washroom etiquette is quite similar, something like, 'the more stalls between us, the better'...I used to think that everyone knew and understood this principal, but there have been times in my vast experience as a public facilities user I have been amazed at the rudeness of random strangers who insist on sitting right next to you...seriously, the whole washroom is empty but they have to choose the one right next to you...that kind of togetherness really doesn't promote any feelings of bonding for me...I just keep stairing down their shoes until they leave...I can't help it, these feelings of dislike just well up inside me...
also, if there is any option of using a single occupancy public washroom-be it designated for nursing mother's, handicapped, or the elderly-use it...don't butt in line and use it before the nursing mother, wheelchair bound individual or your grandma...wait your turn, but still, take every opportunity to avail yourself of these miracle rooms...they don't happen often and can sure take a load off your mind...
another little known, but very important rule for saving yourself from the embarrassing situation of having to apologize for the smell after you've done your business is...never poop in a public toilet if other people are in there too...just don't do it. You can pee, do some deep breathing, wait for the moment to pass...leave so you aren't tempted by the easy access of a toilet because you can't afford to lose control, keep calm...you could pretend your doing your morning stretches as you try and find a comfortable position to wait for an empty facility...try another washroom...don't do anything too strenuous...cause that could be very problematic...just don't poop in company...it's not cool...there is nothing like some space and quiet to do the job right.
and with that back ground info, i will go right back to my story...they changed the calvin and hobbes cartoons in my favorite stall so I thought, they probably changes the cartoons in all the stalls...and because I was curious, and I luv calvin and hobbes...I changed it up, stepped out of the routine and used the middle stall (if your following the first rule of not taking an adjoining stall-in a washroom with three stalls....NEVER use the middle stall) I was just peeing so I thought, just this once I could break rule #1...so i am reading about Calvin's dad reading him a bedtime story, and Calvin is like, I hope this is a good one 'cause the last one put me right to sleep...(haha, kind a funny) but then Calvin's dad starts telling him this horror story, and the attack of the enchanted hand, ending with, and no one knows where that hand went...and then all of a sudden, there's this hand and Calvin's dad is being attacked and Calvin faints...Calvin's dad walks out of the room muttering, 'why haven't I done that sooner...'
to make my point in the simplest way possible...sometime during the horror story telling and Calvin fainting...I lost 'control' in the middle stall...the only redemption is that no one else was in the washroom at the time...rule 3 is still intact...
from now on I am just going to read the new cartoons in 'my' stall...if i get really curious about what the other stalls cartoons are, I am just going to pop my head around the door and make sure i am 'empty' when i do...but there will be no sitting, and no more middle toilets...because in a public washroom one can never be too carefull....
why am I telling you this...lemme give a bit of a background...because public washrooms are a daily and very real part of my life right now...while I am in school, and even afterwards when I am working, I will be using copious amounts of public washrooms...and this is why I have come up with a very well thought out method, tried and true one might say, of getting the most out of any (and all) the 'facilities' I should happen upon... i do tend to be a bit choosy of which stall I have to use...picking the right stall is half the battle...'they' say that the stalls furthest from the door are usually the most frequented...for that reason I usually choose one near the door...less bum germs...even though i don't actually rest my bum on the seat...it still makes me feel better...
further more I practice public washroom etiquette by NEVER choosing a stall right next to someone already using one...because it's only right to give people a little space and privacy...you've heard of the 6 inch rule of personal space...well public washroom etiquette is quite similar, something like, 'the more stalls between us, the better'...I used to think that everyone knew and understood this principal, but there have been times in my vast experience as a public facilities user I have been amazed at the rudeness of random strangers who insist on sitting right next to you...seriously, the whole washroom is empty but they have to choose the one right next to you...that kind of togetherness really doesn't promote any feelings of bonding for me...I just keep stairing down their shoes until they leave...I can't help it, these feelings of dislike just well up inside me...
also, if there is any option of using a single occupancy public washroom-be it designated for nursing mother's, handicapped, or the elderly-use it...don't butt in line and use it before the nursing mother, wheelchair bound individual or your grandma...wait your turn, but still, take every opportunity to avail yourself of these miracle rooms...they don't happen often and can sure take a load off your mind...
another little known, but very important rule for saving yourself from the embarrassing situation of having to apologize for the smell after you've done your business is...never poop in a public toilet if other people are in there too...just don't do it. You can pee, do some deep breathing, wait for the moment to pass...leave so you aren't tempted by the easy access of a toilet because you can't afford to lose control, keep calm...you could pretend your doing your morning stretches as you try and find a comfortable position to wait for an empty facility...try another washroom...don't do anything too strenuous...cause that could be very problematic...just don't poop in company...it's not cool...there is nothing like some space and quiet to do the job right.
and with that back ground info, i will go right back to my story...they changed the calvin and hobbes cartoons in my favorite stall so I thought, they probably changes the cartoons in all the stalls...and because I was curious, and I luv calvin and hobbes...I changed it up, stepped out of the routine and used the middle stall (if your following the first rule of not taking an adjoining stall-in a washroom with three stalls....NEVER use the middle stall) I was just peeing so I thought, just this once I could break rule #1...so i am reading about Calvin's dad reading him a bedtime story, and Calvin is like, I hope this is a good one 'cause the last one put me right to sleep...(haha, kind a funny) but then Calvin's dad starts telling him this horror story, and the attack of the enchanted hand, ending with, and no one knows where that hand went...and then all of a sudden, there's this hand and Calvin's dad is being attacked and Calvin faints...Calvin's dad walks out of the room muttering, 'why haven't I done that sooner...'
to make my point in the simplest way possible...sometime during the horror story telling and Calvin fainting...I lost 'control' in the middle stall...the only redemption is that no one else was in the washroom at the time...rule 3 is still intact...
from now on I am just going to read the new cartoons in 'my' stall...if i get really curious about what the other stalls cartoons are, I am just going to pop my head around the door and make sure i am 'empty' when i do...but there will be no sitting, and no more middle toilets...because in a public washroom one can never be too carefull....
Thursday, 4 November 2010
My Christmas List...
deoderant
socks
hair spray
moccasins
scarfs
hand written cards
timmy's $ card
lotion
toothpaste
email from my sis
a job
oh, and world peace.
socks
hair spray
moccasins
scarfs
hand written cards
timmy's $ card
lotion
toothpaste
email from my sis
a job
oh, and world peace.
Sunday, 31 October 2010
Surprise, Surprise...Surprise????
surprises are always a massive undertaking, first you have to actually think of it...this is an important step...I usually share all my brilliance in one long blurb of verbal diarrhea and then...well there goes the element of surprise...then, after successfully thinking of it and keeping it to yourself, then, you have to plan with stealth and cunning how to pull such a feat off, and this would involve choosing who you trust with the valuable secret because we all know...some people just weren't built for suspense...they are like walking time bombs of secret goodness and although it is always funny to watch others detonate someone elses secret...when it's your brilliant plan being blown up...well, it's just not as funny...so 1) keep the thought in your head till you...2) plan it out with trusted confidants...but...and here is the the biggie...3) you need to plan your brilliance on one of those people who can actually be surprised...seriously...why plan a surprise, have all your friends and relatives walking on egg shells for weeks only to pull it on someone you can't fool...
I have a friend, she is getting married in a few months...so far, out of the 4 showers she has been given, 3 have been 'surprise' showers...she is never surprised...not at all...tonight after the shower as we were rehashing the whole...step into a house filled with people you aren't 'expecting' bit, she lamented that she didn't act surprised enough..."I should have acted more suprised for them, shouldn't I?" she sighed...she was feeling terrible for actually being one of those people who can put together the fact that extended family get togethers don't usually happen on Halloween...poor girl, just be being smart she figured out her own surprise. I would never be able to do that...I would just be like, "oh, really, another family dinner? K. Whateves...free food for me..." (end of my thought process)
But she, she remembers that thanksgiving was only a few weeks ago, and Christmas is a month and a halfish away...unless some major event was to occur why would there be a family gathering? And then she realizes, "Oh, his side of the family hasn't thrown me a shower yet...it must be a shower, on halloween thats unique." Then she walks through the door and smiles at everyone waiting..."SURPRISE!"
"I should have acted a bit more shouldn't I?" she asks..."Yeah, you should feel really bad right now, for ruining their surprise..." I reply
I have a friend, she is getting married in a few months...so far, out of the 4 showers she has been given, 3 have been 'surprise' showers...she is never surprised...not at all...tonight after the shower as we were rehashing the whole...step into a house filled with people you aren't 'expecting' bit, she lamented that she didn't act surprised enough..."I should have acted more suprised for them, shouldn't I?" she sighed...she was feeling terrible for actually being one of those people who can put together the fact that extended family get togethers don't usually happen on Halloween...poor girl, just be being smart she figured out her own surprise. I would never be able to do that...I would just be like, "oh, really, another family dinner? K. Whateves...free food for me..." (end of my thought process)
But she, she remembers that thanksgiving was only a few weeks ago, and Christmas is a month and a halfish away...unless some major event was to occur why would there be a family gathering? And then she realizes, "Oh, his side of the family hasn't thrown me a shower yet...it must be a shower, on halloween thats unique." Then she walks through the door and smiles at everyone waiting..."SURPRISE!"
"I should have acted a bit more shouldn't I?" she asks..."Yeah, you should feel really bad right now, for ruining their surprise..." I reply
Friday, 22 October 2010
the word vomit that is my life...
things to keep in mind when you happen across this prticular blog...
1 There will be random occurances of badly written poetry...it happens sometimes...usually the poetry is a bit melodramatic in nature and sad but definately always bad...i used to not write any of it on the blob but I have found that when I go back and read it after the fact...I don't get it...which makes me laugh...which starts a whole chain of things that I, for now, will leave at that...
2 There will be awkward revelations of one emotial almost 30 something woman...just in case you missed it during any of the previous postings, this blob is not really about issues I get excited about, events in my life, aswering the deeper questions in life...no, this blob's focus is just little old me...and there is nothing more dull than reading about another's littleness...if your waiting for this blob to get any better, don't keep waiting, and best to think of the time you already have spent reading my rants as...time you can't get back. Sorry bout that...So, you might want to consider and prioritize before keeping up with the ramblings...
3 There is a playlist, yup, this is the only way I could get an official soundtrack for my life...certain songs actually go with certain posts...but mostly the accompanying music is not so much for my enjoyment but more towards annoying the rest of you as you read...enjoy:)
4 By reading this blob you will be unofficially involved in a therapy of sorts...mine...unfortunatly for you i am a terrible listener...so it will be all one sided.
5 I just thought that having 5 things would round this out nicely...I honestly have better things I could be doing right now, like studying pharmacology...however, lately I have realized that i should probably warn everyone...it's not going to get any better than this...
so don't hold your breath
or you'll pass out.
1 There will be random occurances of badly written poetry...it happens sometimes...usually the poetry is a bit melodramatic in nature and sad but definately always bad...i used to not write any of it on the blob but I have found that when I go back and read it after the fact...I don't get it...which makes me laugh...which starts a whole chain of things that I, for now, will leave at that...
2 There will be awkward revelations of one emotial almost 30 something woman...just in case you missed it during any of the previous postings, this blob is not really about issues I get excited about, events in my life, aswering the deeper questions in life...no, this blob's focus is just little old me...and there is nothing more dull than reading about another's littleness...if your waiting for this blob to get any better, don't keep waiting, and best to think of the time you already have spent reading my rants as...time you can't get back. Sorry bout that...So, you might want to consider and prioritize before keeping up with the ramblings...
3 There is a playlist, yup, this is the only way I could get an official soundtrack for my life...certain songs actually go with certain posts...but mostly the accompanying music is not so much for my enjoyment but more towards annoying the rest of you as you read...enjoy:)
4 By reading this blob you will be unofficially involved in a therapy of sorts...mine...unfortunatly for you i am a terrible listener...so it will be all one sided.
5 I just thought that having 5 things would round this out nicely...I honestly have better things I could be doing right now, like studying pharmacology...however, lately I have realized that i should probably warn everyone...it's not going to get any better than this...
so don't hold your breath
or you'll pass out.
Tuesday, 19 October 2010
time
crate full of thoughts
poured out on the deck
lifted by the breeze
paper memories fly
I'm standing on deck
numb with
the ebb and flow of life
can I have a little more time
to catch you from your flight
to snare your wings
collect your feathers
imprisoning your light
in the cage of my heart
in the bowels of the ship
deep down from prying eye's
I'll keep you here
and just let days roll by
can I have a little more time
because I can't follow too
where sea meets sky
I'm carried by the tide
grasping to keep hold of
the memory of you
in the crashing waves of life
mehh...read on facebook about a friend's page being pulled down, she died awhile ago, but something her mum wrote in response to the news made me cry alittle...a man in my church had a sudden heart attack and died, and then last night a girl who alot of my nursing friends know was hit by a car and died, she was barely out of high school...just kinda heavy when you get hit with mortality and frailty of life...
poured out on the deck
lifted by the breeze
paper memories fly
I'm standing on deck
numb with
the ebb and flow of life
can I have a little more time
to catch you from your flight
to snare your wings
collect your feathers
imprisoning your light
in the cage of my heart
in the bowels of the ship
deep down from prying eye's
I'll keep you here
and just let days roll by
can I have a little more time
because I can't follow too
where sea meets sky
I'm carried by the tide
grasping to keep hold of
the memory of you
in the crashing waves of life
mehh...read on facebook about a friend's page being pulled down, she died awhile ago, but something her mum wrote in response to the news made me cry alittle...a man in my church had a sudden heart attack and died, and then last night a girl who alot of my nursing friends know was hit by a car and died, she was barely out of high school...just kinda heavy when you get hit with mortality and frailty of life...
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