A W N H T O C

While working in the cafeteria this week, I got the "privilege" of dealing with the asians who never have their own cutlery, or the AWNHTOC if you will. Well, every day around 12:02, a bunch of these AWNHTOC would come and ask me for a "pork" (translated fork) After three days of telling them "ill give you it today, but tomorrow you have to bring your own" one persistent AWNHTOC came and asked me once more. Sternly, I put on my best authoritative voice, breathed in and let out a good strong, but not scary, "No". Dejected the kid walked away. I felt bad, but hey, I told him 3 times already. I went back to work only to be interrupted not 3 minutes later by the little guy. He looked at me with his deep brown asian eyes and said with a slight plea in his voice "spoon??" Needless to say, I promptly got him the fork he wanted in the first place. Silly little AWNHTOC.

Personality Crisis

There's a new york dolls song entitled "personality crisis" I don't know what the rest of the songs about, but on the topic of personality crisis. It's like, you know who you are, what your about, what your doing and it's all good. Then, by some freak chance you find yourself in a very different place in life. Today, I found myself in a whirwind of uncertainty. Life didn't make sense. The things around me were so blurred, so confusing. All this ended with a clashing sound as I put cash down on the counter. My purchase was bagged, and I headed out of the store. Who am I? How can I think the things I do and yet fall so low? I don't understand. Who is this face I see in the mirror? I bought pants today. Beige pants. Here's the biggie. They're from the GAP. It's ok, my name is still the same, you can reach me at the same phone number, my person is ok, but I don't know who I am. I purchased something from the GAP. I'm so lost. Please, don't treat me any differently, this situation is hard enough as it is. I heard that when you fall in the bottomless pit, you die of starvation. Does body have some luchables? or a juice box? ...I love you too Bret.

change of heart

Before I say anything, I would like to apologize for anything I have said about talking to strangers. It was a load of crock.

Number one worst "opening line" sent my way (the line to start conversation) : "Do you have any rolling papers?" --enough said.

Number one thing not to say to a girl who looks like she is not interested in talking to you: "So can I call you sometime...or am I too much for you?"

Number one worst place to be when such things are said: Waiting for the train, alone sitting inbetween the black guy saying this and a middle age brown guy who thinks you want to know in his broken english about his job at the liquor store.

Number one thing to do when this happens: Go to the next car on the skytrain when it comes.

Number one other thing to do: Pray real hard (as if you weren't already) when the black guy shows up in your train after a few stops.

He left the next stop after I told him I was reading "Battle cry for a Generation" I asked God to kick him off the train.
(and the brown guy stopped looking interested when I said I was going to school to maybe be a pastor)

Now at my last stop, another guy who had seen the black guy talking to me, and saw the look on my face, was concerned if "my friend" was getting off at the same stop. It was the end of the line so ya buddy, he is. The concern in his voice was comforting, so I asked if I could walk off the train with him. He didn't seem to mind, and I knew my ride was right there anyway.

All this to say SCREW functioning member of society. I hate the skytrain.

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dangerous cookies

Today I went door to door talking to strangers and inviting them to summerjam (the awesome concert that I will be working during....such is life, eh?) But no, I thought I'd give you an update. I still talk to strangers, and hey, so long as they speak english (I had a few flash backs to ministering in mexico where no one understands english, and really, surrey can be something of a little india is what I'm getting at) Really, talking to strangers on the skytrain, that's really puts you in very little danger, but perhaps this door to door stuff could pose more of a problem. Really, I'm just a girl. I talked with some mean looking guys today. I kept picturing this cage of girl guides in the basement. All they were doing was selling cookies. "Really sir, they are only 3 dollars. No I don't want any candy...uhh....no, I don't want to step inside that metal cage......" Yet my mom tells me not to talk to strangers on the train, but door to door in Surrey, now that's better...hmmmm maybe I can check the girl guides blog while she's down there..

Hey Stranger

"Be safe" "be careful" "look before you cross the street" "don't talk to strangers" common sense. All of it. Or at least I should hope.But is one really more careful if told to be so? I don't think so. Do we look before crossing the street because of instruction or out of instinct? And as for strangers, what's so bad about them? I ride the skytrain to work (like a functioning member of society, perhaps another tale for another time) And I am always so tempted to talk to people. Something inside me. Perhaps I don't like to do nothing, and I like to talk, so instead of sitting in silence on the 10 minute ride to work, I would rather chat. But I have been told, no ...trained.....no....I have been brainwashed to not talk to strangers, so I hold my tongue. Sometimes I literally bite down on it to refrain from talking. Why? That's what I'm to do. My Dad talks to strangers all the time, why can't I? I mean, I won't go talking to the guy across from me who smells of alcohol, or the angry couple using other f words than frivolous, frugal or (crap, I still don't remember the third) but maybe the middle aged lady with pain in her eyes, or the old lady who looks so at peace or the young girl pushing a stroller that should be holding her younger sibling but it isn't. Maybe I can talk to them. Cause for real, like everyday, I want to talk to someone, but I don't....Cause they're a stranger, but....then again, you and I were strangers once too....and really, you even check my blog now....

frozen bikes and a working mind

So, I worked for the first time today. Here is what working does to you. I'm talking on the phone with Amanda, right? and I told her that her bike was in the fridge. Yes, that's right Amanda, your bike is in the fridge. No, I left it in the garage, but in my mind after working for the first time in a while, it's in the fridge. I hope this isn't going to happen every time I work...it's no fun to ride a cold bike anyways.

who's Jimmy?

"I have to tell you something....I saw you with Jimmy last night"

"What are you talking about?"

"Don't play innocent now. I know what I saw."

"....I ...I didn't want you to find out like this."

"You know, I thought you were you were my friend. I really did...I can't even look at you right now. Just....just get out of my car."

as seen in JAM PRODUCTIONS TV Sucks

"F"rivilous

Nothing humors me more than this: "just because" It's this concept, this way of life that truly gets me by. Just because I can, just because I want to, just because it's there. It's a sort of justification for frivolous acts. Frivolous; you may wonder what I mean by that. According to the dictionary, it is Inappropriately silly. I thought that was so funny. Children, yes, children are frivolous...or are they wise? They do what they want, when they want. (and have fun doing it) Why? Just because. Perhaps this sounds ignorant, maybe even immature, but why have we stopped? We never do what we want when we want, and the genius ideas we have never happen. Why? I don't know. We can never justify our frivolous acts. We live with a necessity of reason and necessity of purpose. For life as a whole, of course I agree, but perhaps, (maybe even today), do something you want to. Be inappropriately silly. ...and please, do it just because.

And that's an order!

My mother is great for telling me what I have to do. (oh joy, I love taking orders...) On the way home, a common thing she'll ask is "...and what is the first thing you're going to do when you get home??" Today, pausing for only a second, I reply sarcastically " Go outside and tan. " "Right!" came the reply ....what? ...really? Are you for real? Yes folks, it's true. My mom told me that I had to go out and tan. (it's so I look better in a dress) it just sounds funny comming as an order.

Rafting with Jovi

Going down the thompson river, where if you were standing still, 80 thousand cubic feet of water would rush past you every second, I found my self holding on for dear life. While doing this, I sang. Whatever came to my head really. My favorite of all these was "hold on to what we've got. I doesn't make a difference if we make it or not. We've got this ROPE and thats alot..." I think you get the picture. Sing it a few times in your head till it's stuck. Once again, thanks bon jovi.

"No more idols for you"

I recently produced a short film entitled "Graven Image" It retold the events that took place on the mountain between God and Moses. One of the actors starring as "the candy man" was Jed . Jed passed away yesterday. I was in shock. Big shock. I would like to dedicate Graven Image to him. He was a little "hard headed" at times, but "gnome" matter what, he will always be remembered.Though I have not met his twin, I have heard that they look identical. This will be good for me if I want to make a sequal. Never the less, his memory lives on in "Graven Image" this one's for you man, this one's for you.

note:you know you are oober cool when you quote your own work....

PIna Coladas

Some have coffee with breakfast. The more traditional drink tea. As for me, I started my morning with a pina colada. Unconventional, I know. Because of this, I had the two lines stuck in my head "if you like pina coladas....and getting caught in the rain" And so I walked around all day singing these lines to myself. But, these two things are completely unrelated. Of course, if you had a pina colada and got caught in the rain all at the same time, well then I'd say you were accomplished. So I think the next time I have a pina colada, I shall drink it out side, and hope to get caught in the rain. It sounds...It sounds very nice.

Thanks Bon Jovi

Upon opening the plastic bag marked TNT market to reveal my take out Asian lunch, I look down to something that brought a smile to my face, really it did. Four simple words. I mean, some phrases become so trite that they don't matter. How's it going? Sleep well! Yet somehow seeing these words made me laugh, and If they printed it on all the styrofoam take out boxes, and really, it only worked this once, I think it was well worth the effort. So thanks bon jovi and uh... have a nice day.

Go Fly a Kite

first, I must comment on the beautiful weather. I cannot begin to
speak of how amazing it is. I spent a good hour outside basking in the
splendor of the great circle, catching some rays, getting a tan....i
mean studying biology...yes (actually I was doing homework) But
really, I am in awe. Now, here's the cool thing : today, I was over by
the college, and what the girls do is put all the stuff they don't
want out in the hallways so that others can take it if they want it.
Most everything was gone, but I figured...I'm may not be dutch, but
nothings better than free eh? so i rummaged for a bit.  Hark! what is
this neon thing I see?? could it be?? Is it?? oh my...it is !! it is a
kite!! Joy of joys I snatched as a fat kid would the last cookie on
earth. I got a kite. I didn't have one before. it's a nice kite too.
No string, but nobody said that free was perfect , eh? Last sunday
would've been nice, but now, I have a kite to call my own....so
...bring on the beach. : )

Duel

I drew my sword and challenged my opponent to a duel. En guard! I cried, circling around her like a predator and it's prey. Slash! Our swords clanged together making swooshing sounds like arrows flying past your head. I climbed the ladder that stood beside me. "I can't climb that Jen, I'm wearing a skirt!" The story that had unfolded so nicely in my head came to an alarming halt as reality sunk in. I put down the church bulletin I had rolled into sword and sighed as I thanked Sandra for playing along with me as long as she did. Today again, while walking with Amanda, I found myself slicing the air with my sword. Jabbing and poking and dancing around like an idiot. Even now, as I sat down to check my mail and such, I found myself googling fencing venues in the lower main land. Why this sudden craze in my head?? I dunno. and I uhhh... I do not mean to pry, but you don't by any chance happen to have six fingers on your right hand? --I don't always [end] conversations this way... Cause if so, I'll have to kill you. But how about you put down your rock and I put down my sword and we try to kill each other like civilized people. Much better.

childhood revisited

Like the sand box, koolaid or really tacky clothing, trees have always been a fond memory of childhood. Out of "not so sudden" urge, I claimed a tree yesterday. Low branches were scarce, so I had to use tall ladder to get anywhere near a branch. And so I climbed. Up, up. Oh wow, Im as tall as my house. Up, up. I can see the road. Up. my house even looks small...I wonder what my neighbor thinks of me..... So I got there, to as far as I was going that is, and after surveying the "area" (tape measure and all) I climbed down. I went back in my house, only half satisfied. I didnt get the "samples" I wanted. (samples which would have to be taken from up high, for if not, it could making getting down ...harder.) I headed up again, this time with a saw hanging out of my pocket (I do not recommend this type of climbing. And so, I got what I went for, though, to those it may concern, preferred size was not met, nor was preferred "straitness" met either. Plan B I believe is necessary... for shame..... I do believe that despite my disappointment, i did find I new...old favorite past time... anyone for a good climb?

Robots

As a result of non-interesting looking other movies, I rented robots and watched it with a few friends tonight. It was acctually quite funny. The funniest part, by far happened in about 2 seconds and made the whole movie for me. In one of the buildings, the signs on the doors for the bathrooms were not labled with the standard pictures, but the pictures if either the female or male end of an electrical cord. (get it??) This naturally looses like all the fun casue you didn't see the picture, bu t really, if for only those 2 seconds, you should see robots.

comments on comments

In speaking with my father about my previous post, which I don't usually do, he commented that the box should say "the Newton library may be hazardous to your health. Read at your own risk" I found it quite funny....

"Dirty" Books

I was at the library today, and saw somthing...well...you be the judge. The ladies at the check out line thing were wearing clear latex-y gloves. I am quite confuzed. Are they not touching the same books and vidoes that I am?? Are the book so unsanitary that they need these gloves? I understand that these book do get around, but can't they just wash their hands? It makes you feel a little uneasy doesn't it? Why do I not get gloves?? there should be a big box of gloves at the door of the library that says "Take one, we're unsanitary in here" Or "watch out for bacteria" or somthing. I think that latex would become a more developed industry as a result... latex gloves indeed.