to light our darkest hour

yes, i'm refering to the autobot matrix of leadership.

but....

it's so hard to fathom the love that God has for us. to witness just a glimpse of his love poured out among us, between us -- watching people share, talk, laugh, and cry together as true brothers and sisters; one is hard pressed not to be amazed at his grace and faithfulness.

what once was hardened and cynical, dispassionate and apathetic, he has healed. He opened so many eyes, and broke down so many barriers. i can't even express the gratitute and encouragement i have for this group here at school as they (and i) continue to look out for each other and build these absolutely amazing bonds that are without compromise, and forged from honesty and love.

it's a welcome slap in my face, that i should never give up on God. there's such passion that has been built up, the kind of passion in life that can only come from a deep love, and equally important, the focus on the source of that love.

the source of our joy, of our passion, was made clear. not in school, not in work, not even in each other. but in Him.

something i hope i never to take for granted.

it's not my bag baby

Yongfook.com

for those of you currently in japan or with thoughts of it. (japan is the new hotness)

witty writing is the main attraction of this amusing blog. a good read even if half this stuff is also available here in canada anways.

powered by vietnam

i've wasted so much time.

but better late than never.

i think its time i started writing again.

for best results, let sit for two minutes after heating

you know how when a bunch of us sit around an reflect on the state of todays children, we shake our heads and wax nostalgic about "the good old days"?

back when parks were death traps, making them just that more fun. when transformers was king of the cartoon hill, but we still had great filler material like thundercats, silver hawks, glow worms, and mask?

i always thought that the ignorance of our generation was an inherited trait of age -- who doesn't get caught say "back in my day" once they pass that twenty barrier? but, to my surprise, i'm noticing maybe it's not just our ego-maniacal posturing after all.

transformers is making a huge comeback. my little pony is back. board games are all the rage again. shoes from our child hood like sb dunks and air jordan fives are hot items now.

so if what's cool 20 years ago is cool right now, what's going to be cool 20 years from today?

i just don't get the whole thing. why pay top dollar for old stuff, when you could get new and unique items that not everybody else AND everybody elses grandparents already own?

on the bright side -- mmmm....transformers....

please retain this guide for future reference

and then somebody said

if someone is still single at this age, it means there's something wrong with them.

i wonder if thats true....hahahaha

funny, she doesn't look druish

sometimes i wonder if getting a job is the worst thing we can do.

everyone i talk to seems to be scared to death of graduating and not working. of not being able to make money, or not being sucessful in the material sense.

there's just so much world out there.

graduate....get a job right away, sit in an office 9-5 everyday, 5 days a week. doesn't that seem like you're kind of sacrificing life for money? and sure, you could argue that money *is* life, but i'm pretty sure most of us know deep down nothings that trite.

life to me seems more the pursuit of purpose. of meaning. of doing what you were born to do, doing it well, and enjoying it.

maybe i'm just rationalizing my impending unemployed status, but i'd rather work at starbucks for a year and find what makes me tick than sit in an office for 30 years always wishing i had done more with myself.

refrigerate after opening

a scene from my upcoming feature film debut: "the sword in the stoned"

an lcd alarm clock blinks 12 as a hand reaches out to hit the snooze button. pan out to young asian female in bed, struggling to wake up in the morning. it is still not entirely bright outside

the phone rings, and she frustrantingly gropes around her desk, feeling for the phone with her hands until she at last finds it and groggily answers

*a raspy and ominous male voice appears on the line*

"hello?"
"your breakfast is burning"
"what?"
"your eggs are overcooked"
"who is this?"
"your toast is nearly black"
"what are you talking about?"

suspciously, the girl becomes more awake, sitting up as the conversation continues to confuse and frighten her

"your pancakes are soggy"
"i have to go now...."

*brief pause in conversation*

"is this allison?"
"no..."
"oh, what number is this?"
"417-9872"
"oh...i meant to dial 9782"
"oh. yea, thats not me"
"i'm so sorry about that. boy, is my face red"
"it happens"
"well, uh....good bye then"
"yup, later"

and so the plot thickens......

will the mystery caller find allison? will the girl in bed ever get up? IS SOMEONE'S BREAKFAST REALLY RUINED?

all this and more, coming summer 2005.

"I was fortunate to have the talent ... you get spoiled when you're able to do a lot of things. You see that you don't have to work at it."

vince carter

here's a familiar sight to toronto basketball fans. vince carter, rolling around on the ground, acting like a soccer player aspiring for a daytime emmy.

"next on our tour of toronto is the cn tower, situated beside the slightly dated but instantly recognizable skydome. these twin landmarks have become staples of the toronto landscape over the years, appearing in various movies and television shows.

and if you'll look to your right, there's vince carter pretending to be injured again. lets all give him a big wave folks!

now if you'll follow me, we'll soon be entering union station, where...."

watching this team over the last 5 years, i'm so used to seeing carter go down it isn't even a worrying sight anymore. usually when you see an injury during a sporting event, your first thought is is usually -- boy, i hope he's ok.

but not with vince. ohhhh no. with vince, it so gradually and frustratingly became -- again? whatever man. what a wanker.

and so, he came to resent the city. the team. the "haters" who called him soft, lazy, uninspired, and scared to step up and lead his team. instead of taking that challenge right in the face and proving his doubters wrong, he decided he wanted to run away.

this confession -- that he wasn't trying his best in toronto. it's the kind of thing that makes a fan want to run onto the court and bitch-slap a man so badly you'd think he kicked your momma.

so often people can't take the pressure of being a role model. what do you tell the kids who looked up to him? to the fans who supported him for the first oh.....four years of injury plagued half-assed effort? how do you expect your peers to respect you not only as a player -- but as a man, when you admit you're not trying your best when you're paid millions of dollars to play a game millions play for sheer love of the sport?

and then i thought -- well. isn't there a little bit of vince carter in all of us?

how often have i -- as a student, as a christian, as a boyfriend, as a son, as a friend -- not given it my all? how many times can i recall that i've made excuses, been lazy, and not put my best efforts into whats in front of me?

too many to count.

but i can't be mad at him. i can't point fingers and lay blame. all i can do is pity him, because of the moral that he teaches myself, and hopefully, so many other people in the world.

i can just look at him and think: now that -- that's everything i never want to be like.

i hope i'm sucessful.

the combination is: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

i thought maybe i'd start spring cleaning a bit early this year. hope its too everyone's liking. i've already been told my winter motif for the message board is unappreciated, haha (you know who you are!!...)

but i digress.

enjoy the update, and lets all wonder aloud whether i'm actually up this early, or if i stayed up all night. the actual answer may surprise you....

2005: where are the hover boards and auto-lacing shoes?

Try to get some rest,
count backward from ten.

You've gone too long without sleep
I know you can't rest stressed, so give up.
Don't say no to pills,
Ativin won't kill.

You said, 'My life's like a bad movie,'
I said, 'That's true of all us.'

You said, 'I've got to wake up so fucking early,'
I said, 'Maybe the director's turned on us.'

- minus the bear

~

5 songs that demand your best air drumming performance:

1) weezer - only in dreams
2) nirvana - lithium
3) foo fighters - everlong
4) the get up kids - i'm a loner dottie, a rebel
5) jimi hendrix - fire

~

- site update to come soon. hopefully before i have to start getting work to do this term

- i'm going to be making some cd's for those of you whom i haven't yet given a cd (meaning everyone. and cam, if you want you can have another)

fan participation

i will need the following things from you via email if you were part of the cd exchange:

- your 3 favourite songs
- your mailing address if i don't already have it