Saturday, November 25, 2006

SWAT

Im told that it may not be legal to post pictures (that have been lifted off a computer) of a victoria swat team in action...so I won't. But I bet if you concentrate really hard below this script you can imagine what they may look like, perhaps (hypothetically of course) as they invade Pats work (for 6 hours!). Also, I bet if you concentrated real hard you could see 'where's waldo' (he's missing his hat) sauntering through black men holding very big guns.


Just an average day in our very dull lives!

Friday, November 10, 2006

Soggy Leaves

I absolutely love rainy winter storms as they remind me how fortunate I am to have a cozy warm home tucked away in this awesome city. I also love them as they remind me of those I cannot see at this moment who are cold and wet. It is this later thought that encourages me to push towards the goal God has placed inside to make a difference. God has been gracious and faithful.
Women have this stereotype of wanting little bits of everything, not just one central focus. I believe it has more to do with the ability to have the option to have anything, even if only one thing is your central focus. As we are made in God's image, I believe we get this trait from Him. He desires everything from us and he will use what ever we are willing to hand over for His will. Yet when we hand over are all to God, leaving ourselves bare from a humanistic perspective, God gives back ten-fold what we have offered. I guess that's where we as humans slip up. Usually when multiples are offered, we at least entertain the thought of selfishly taking and exploring our possibilities. In the end though, (personally) I am grateful with the little considered necessities and refuse the unnecessary glamour and attractive possibilities.
I am totally rambling, and procrastinating. I have 7 major papers due and an exam with in the next 2 and a half weeks, yet I'd rather secure my 'option' of writing what I please for no one but myself...hmmm back to that woman thing. (p.s. the spell check was insisting that I replace hmmm with hammy; I prevailed)
I find that there is always a piece of me that I cannot fully categorize, make sense of nor peg down with a specific definition. I heard this song a while back that says it all. Its called Chasing Cars by snow patrol. I posted the lyrics below but they are almost meaningless without the music (kind of like logic with out passion). Down load it; get lost in it; its brilliant; it will blow your mind!

We'll do it all
Everything On our own
We don't need Anything
Or anyone
If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lay with me
and just forget the world?
I don't quite know How
to say How I feel
Those three words
I said too much
They're not enough
If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lay with me
and just forget the world?
Forget what we're
told Before we get too old
Show me a garden that's bursting into life
Let's waste time
Chasing cars
Around our heads
I need your grace
To remind me
To find my own
If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lay with me
and just forget the world?
Forget what we're told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden that's bursting into life
All that I am
All that I ever was
Is here in your perfect eyes,
they're all I can see
I don't know where
Confused about how as well
Just know that these things
will never change for us at all
If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lay with me
and just forget the world?

Friday, November 03, 2006

Body World and Bus rides

These past few weeks have been full of adventure. This past weekend I returned to an old hood with a few friends, mostly to check out the body world's display at science world. I was not allowed to take pictures and I wish I could describe what I saw in there, GO CHECK IT OUT! They use real corpses that have been manipulated and preserved in many fashions revealing all the insides of human beings. Yes, its controversial, but its totally worth it.


Bella was the only one daring enough to venture with me inside the great dome. She will murder me for posting this picture...Once the crime has been committed I'll remove it.

This is the entrance into the 'baboon' forest.




The kids from Warrior's academy could not pronounce the word 'bamboo', thus why it is called 'baboon forest.'



Its amazing to realize that this piece of paradise is hidden in the midst of the eastside hell.


We stayed at cross culture and had a slumber party...I felt like I was 19 again and even slept with my jeans on, how strange.

Domi, this is for you...


And this one...

...And this one...

...Ok look, how on earth did I end up with so many pictures of you! And who an earth are all these other people...lol!