So on the 24th of October, 2006, my auntie Iris gave birth to my newest baby cousin, a beautiful baby girl of a hefty 7.5 lbs. Iris is wife to my most favourite uncle, Keith (or Fu tao, which means “Bitter Head” in Chinese), and this baby is their first. Just looking at the first few photos, I instantly felt something inside of me melt a little bit. I don’t want to come off as overly sentimental or emotional or touchy-feely–I assure you that I’m still 100% the XY chromosome I was before–but this baby is the cutest little bundle of rosy cheeks and little fingers and toes that I’ve ever laid eyes on. You’ve got to understand that Fu Tao was like an older brother to me, since he did play a huge part in rearing me in my critical years. He treated me so special, unlike all my other cousins who were his nephews and neices just the same. My uncle cared for me like I was his own, and now he has his own for real. I’m so happy for him and his wife and I pray that they’ll have the most blessed of days to come as a family.
Oddly enough, I was given the task of naming this beautiful little bundle of joy (click title to see a small collage/pic) and I feel honoured. It’s a big deal, a name for a child. I better not screw this up–though the final call is up to my dear uncle and auntie. But wow, such an awesome little thing… I don’t understand how atheists live with themselves.
On a completely detached note, I kinda wanna have a kid…
I heard you say you would love for a lifetime.
Now you complain a lifetime just doesn’t feel right for you.
Another casualty of casual love,
Another soul out of place, a heart that gave up.
Why do we break the promises we make?
Are we living for ourselves?Don’t give up on love and throw it all away!
Don’t give up on love and let it fall away!
When did it become so easy to run from your pain?
Don’t give up on love and throw it all away!I heard you say you can’t change a stubborn heart.
I can relate ’cause that’s how I feel when I talk with you.Why should it take losing everything,
To realize it might be time to change?
Your restless heart won’t win ’cause you take but you don’t give,
And you’ll keep moving on until you learn what love is.
- Sanctus Real, Don’t Give Up
It’s almost as if this song was written for me. I borrowed this CD from Kristen the other day and I heart it. Sanctus Real, definitely worth money. When I get a job…
Hello, my lovely reader. How are you faring today? Well, I hope. Today was an interesting day, from the returned Bio quiz and test to the returned quiz and TIPS evaluation of Math to building molecules in Chem to demand and supply [elasticiaty] theories in Econ. Lunch brought chilled breath and icy fingers, and a soaked foot/sock for me (I went over the fence to get the frisbee and stepped into a patch of tall grass/ditch). My day was surprisingly lovely, regardless of my foot (which was actually already cut open from the week end), the freezing winds, and that which I call a hair cut. I don’t know what it was about today. Perhaps it was the weather, the temporary change from cloudy to bright and beautiful for several delightful hours (only to return to its previous state, but with hail!). Good day. Danke Sehr.
I saw her yesterday
And I never felt the feeling
Like the one I felt today.
And now,
It’s taking over me.
I’ve never met anyone like you
‘Cause I never could find the words to write you.
She’s been on my mind.
She’s working overtime.
She’s got perfect reason;
Says she loves to talk to Jesus.
I think I believe her when she says,
“Life can be so simple if we all just learned to pray.”
She’s got every little thing I wanted
And it still feels just like the day it started.
I’ll say good-bye to the broken hearted,
And I could never express the way
I felt before tonight.She sits there all alone.
She’s reading from the chapter
That she sometimes calls her own.
And now,
She’s taking over me.
This girl I once rejected
Has now become the girl of my dreams.
She’s not an ordinary girl,
I can see it in her eyes.
Just an ordinary boy,
God must have heard my prayers last night.
- Hawk Nelson, Every Little Thing
I realize that I posted this song at the start of school already, but this is an acoustic version.
EDIT: Sometimes it’s fun to switch subjects without warning, just to see who’s paying attention. It gets pretty confusing though, when even I don’t know whom I’m talking about anymore.
I had an awesome friday. Really, in spite of the failed math assignment, pop french quiz, and retarded english class (taught by a woman who once said in a stroke of genius, “One day we’ll invent safe bombs.”). My day was nevertheless great, as I met up with Al. If none of you people know Al (I’m sure SOME of you do, since he did work at Jaffray for quite awhile), he’s a seminary student/pastoral intern who formerly worked at TJCAC (until 2 months ago, when his schooling program’s requirements took him to a presby church). Al and I had been meaning to get together and “hang out” (which usually means him buying me food and watching me down it), but had been unable to do so since he left. Well, I’d been pretty much buried in school and didn’t make much time for getting out and having fun up until then. It was going to be fun. So for our first stop, we went to Fairview, and we walked around talking about whatever was on our minds. I got to get some interesting insight from a wiser, older brother about stuff like how to confront people of different beliefs than yours in a Christ-like manner. It was a good hour and some of talking and laughing, while sipping drinks (he had a coffee and I had tomato juice). Denise, Al’s “female friend” (you know what I mean) decided to not meet up with us, and so we left Fairview after a short luggage hunt for Al’s mother (he’s a momma’s boy I think). Allen decided to hit up a pool hall called “Le Spot” on Brimley and Sheppard (same plaza as Boston Steak House). Over a crap load games of pool (Al won most of ‘em), we talked a bit more and just enjoyed the company. It was really great to finally go out and have some fun again, after a couple months of nothing really special like that. For dinner, we hit up the Harvey’s on Morningside and I had a triple burger. Like I’d mentioned earlier, here’s the part where Al pays for food to watch me down it. And down it I did. I felt good after that. It’s like, I’d killed and eaten three relatively small cows in one day. I felt useful, like I’d achieved something wonderful. Anyway, dinner took a whole seven minutes (you try eating a triple burger in seven minutes). We hit up Savio for Hosanna right after and it was cool to have everyone go “Hey Al!” again. I think he liked coming back and visiting everyone. I liked it for sure. And here we are at the end of this post. It was a fun afternoon and night. It felt great to go and just do stuff, fun stuff, and chill with Allen again! >_O
the fact that the TDSB Vistrual School site is uselessly cluttered up with complications that make for poor compatibility and a crap load/ton/crap-ton of work for tech support guys
tech support guys that settle with mediocre site builds and blame me for using Firefox/using security settings to protect myself from the Internets
when half-truths are taught as whole truths
my tendency to make mountains out of molehills freaking mountains
So I’ve taken a slight digression away from my usual blend of emo rock, punk rock, indie rock, hard rock, igneous rock, and into the world of Trance. Some people call this stuff by a lot of different names, but I call it Trance. I realize that it’s a lot of repetition and whatnot, but really, there’s some good stuff in here. I find myself working to this stuff quite nicely. With the beats banging and my fingers… fanging (shut up shut up) I tend to waste a large number of hours, slaving away at work that’s really quite monotonous IMO. Anyway, click for a pretty little track to get the party started.
So I’ve been playing with my Windows UI for a long time now, and I’ve accumulated/gone through a good number of applications/tweaks to make my Windows look pretty (in this case, somewhat like a Mac). I’ve been running WindowBlinds for a long time, along with Winamp. “OS X Tiger” was my skin back when I made another post like this, but I switched to “OS X Panther” because, well, because it came out, alright?! I was running a classic skin for Winamp awhile back, but I switched over to iChange recently because of the simplicity and fun extra functions of a modern skin–my favourite has got to be the option for background for the song info and whatnot to stay in it (I can change it to any image I want, either pre-made or custom made). I switched from RK Launcher to ObjectDock because, well ObjectDock is a lot better. It’s clean and without the annoying glitch of RK where it would reset my settings to a default everytime it was restarted. What else is there not shown in the screenshot… Oh yes, I learned about Launchy from Herm’s blog (check “The.Buds” section) and I’m using that to run stuff. I also switched from MS Office to OpenOffice because I needed OO’s equation editor (simply named “OpenOffice Math”) for Physics and decided, what the hell, I might as well just use all of OO for consistency. If you’ll look in the screenshot, you’ll see that I’m still running FireFox. I’m a huge FF fanboy (FFF!) and I really think everyone needs to get it and use it. It just rocks. And beside it in the taskbar is Adobe CS2, a recent acquisition, and a definite upgrade from (the slightly n00bish in retrospect) Adobe Elements 3.0 that I was using for image editing. All in all, I like the way my desktop looks right now, and probably won’t be changing too much for another little while.
So on the 24th of October, 2006, my auntie Iris gave birth to my newest baby cousin, a beautiful baby girl of a hefty 7.5 lbs. Iris is wife to my most favourite uncle, Keith (or Fu tao, which means “Bitter Head” in Chinese), and this baby is their first. Just looking at the first few photos, I instantly felt something inside of me melt a little bit. I don’t want to come off as overly sentimental or emotional or touchy-feely–I assure you that I’m still 100% the XY chromosome I was before–but this baby is the cutest little bundle of rosy cheeks and little fingers and toes that I’ve ever laid eyes on. You’ve got to understand that Fu Tao was like an older brother to me, since he did play a huge part in rearing me in my critical years. He treated me so special, unlike all my other cousins who were his nephews and neices just the same. My uncle cared for me like I was his own, and now he has his own for real. I’m so happy for him and his wife and I pray that they’ll have the most blessed of days to come as a family.
