| Neglected LiveJournal |
[Dec. 18th, 2009|12:56 am] |
Hmm. I do have to apologize for neglecting my LiveJournal. Though, I still kept it such that there's a minimum of one entry per month. Yet, my journaling kept going for the most part on paper. Though, it was more difficult to keep up with that. I have no audience. Surely, I could have logged those entries here in private, but nah. A limit was necessary for my own collection; and it was good. As a result, I find myself to be collected for the most part.
Nevertheless, as a project, I am still incomplete; and I forsee this state of incompletion all the way to the end of my days. But, that is fine. It is a Christian priciple to be this way; and from this vantage point, the road will be a long and arduous one. Plus, it'll definitely be interesting.
With the turn of the year, into 2010, I can still look forward to many things. One project after another; all to build a Kyuu, that either I can be proud of or left in a withered state. Naturally, I'll prefer the former. Yet, even if I were to be left with the latter, then only one thing will be left: that is God's Word. To be honest, that is quite a daring statement; and it is one to be feared. Knowing who I am, I could very well slip up. But ultimately, under his watchful eye, things will be OK.
In any case, I seem to find myself typing up some entries without the aid of pen and paper. So, here I am again looking to document various concocted views that come out of my noggin'. Though, here I hope for one thing: words more from the heart, rather than the mind. After all, God brought me out of a blackheart. Now, it is in color. So, let's see what this Kyuu can do. |
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| Brrr. |
[Dec. 16th, 2009|11:00 am] |
My nose, fingers, and toes are still cold. I don't understand. I've been in the somewhat warm office for more than an hour now. I hate that. It makes it very hard to concentrate, because I'm continually stopping what I'm doing to wiggle or rub my nose and fingers. Blargh.
I bought a cape for the winter season, and I've worn it but once. Every day I look outside, think, "Meh, I don't need more than my sweater", and book it for work. Every day, I am horribly, horribly wrong. Thankfully, my timing has been spot on in terms of hopping from train to train without much overlap in the outside world. I'm trying to time my leaving work to coincide as to when the bus arrives up at Dempster. This is probably an exercise in futility, as Pace is obnoxious. I'm still going to give it a go.
There is a reconciliation service at Lowell's church this evening. Supposedly there is regular choir rehearsal immediately following. However, I don't know what time that is, nor do I know whether or not we are to sing at said service. I will have to mail the director today before I go to lunch. There is an extra rehearsal on Saturday that I am attending, so I might just skive off tonight and stay home to get some laundry done. I'm almost out of soap and dryer sheets, though, so I don't know.
My stomach has been making *really* odd noises the past few days. I'm fairly certain they're just hunger noises, but still. It's also reacting negatively to espresso late in the day. This is not good for me.
I've been chatting with Maryam all day, and we've tentatively plotted out a trip to London next year for my 28th birthday. So long as I don't get pregnant, it might be doable. I realised that, should I still have this job next year, visiting Miss Griz before Christmas holidays is not doable, due to the demands of this silly office during Advent. But post-Christmas, as in early January...might work. Just might work. It's a year off, so one can wait to see what happens.
Must get cracking on January events, and finalise a date for the next gaming day. Also must run fingers and nose under hot water or something. This is ridiculous now. |
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| Three internationals; one blind mice |
[Dec. 14th, 2009|05:12 pm] |
I'm pleased to report that my uni results this year have been outstanding. Next year is looking to be even better with the new changes to my degree, allowing me to do the majors I want without hassle. Perfect timing too, as the new National Security major comes out next year as well. It looks like a good round of international business, int. politics and relations, law, Border control, and public sector management. :)
Roll on 2010!
Also, my cat brought in a mouse couple of nights ago. Dead and slightly mangled. She then proceeded to crash tackle it, and just to be sure, threw it in the air to see if it moved.
Thanks, I know it's out of some primal urge to look after perceived 'sick' family with 'inferior' hunting skills, but did you have to put it on the leather chair in the TV room?! |
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| Well, that's...something. |
[Dec. 9th, 2009|08:36 pm] |
My paid account was supposed to renew itself today, but I knew I would have no money. I will on Friday, though, so I will do it then. That whole "six random icons chosen by LJ" thing is very odd, though. It really did pick the most random ones.
Two days in a row with sight reading attempts. Today was better than yesterday. Part of this is because yesterday's attempt involved notes I can no longer hit. Of the, say, five or six songs we rehearsed tonight, I sight read three and failed at one. That was something. The rest I had rehearsed a few times and feel somewhat confident about.
Last night's was also unexpected. When I was initially told I'd be sitting in on the Children's Choir rehearsal, I thought I was doing just that. Turned out I actually was supposed to sing with the girl who was there, as the soprano vocal coach usually does. I'm still not sure I was supposed to sing. I was told to by the one running the rehearsal, so I did. Things were weird afterwards, however. All my singing was from my head voice and sounded very...meh. It was almost mortifying. Here's a floor where 20 professional singers, and 20 to 30 more regularly singing choir members are practising a bunch of difficult music for the upcoming Christmas Masses, and here's me attempting to sight read 80% of the music in front of me and sing well enough to be a help to this child more than a hindrance. Blargh. I never want to do that again.
I am dyeing my hair tonight. I am also changing the color. I am going to try to match it as close to my roots as I can. That way, once it grows out fully, I don't have to dye it anymore. I like the red hair, but I'm frankly sick of dyeing it. Could I afford to have it done every month or so, I would. But I can't. So I won't.
Off we go to find the color that best matches the roots and hope for the best. |
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| Dream Sequence: Crash Glass |
[Dec. 8th, 2009|12:34 am] |
This dream is rather odd, but it says something like many of my other dreams.
Standing at an open field, I get pulled into a hole or a pipe. After going through the pipe, I end up inside an underground room. It kinda looks like a cave or perhaps the room of an underground bunker (though not sure what that is supposed to look like). I see a potato and a female person of Irish descent. I'll assume Irish because of red hair and the potato. But whatever; I don't see any relevance of that detail.
Looking around, I don't see an exit but a glass wall at the far opposite side of the room. So, I run towards that room with my fist pulled back (while running). As I neared the glass wall, I forward punch it combining my arm's thrust and the momentum from running. Also, the dream's camera view switched from the view of my eyes, targeting the ideal spot to land my fist. I hit the glass; and the glass shatters. And I wake up feeling good and happy breaking that. It felt as if I escaped from something.
What was at the other side of the glass wall? I don't know. But then again, I don't care.
INTERPRETATION: Simple. I get pulled into something. I could have been trapped; but I found an exit and charged right for it. Not even a "glass wall" could stop me. |
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| Runners do not Quit |
[Dec. 6th, 2009|05:55 pm] |
Among people, there are a community of runners. I am among that community. Well, at least, I returned to it.
After high school, my ten year gap started; and my activity of running stopped at that point, along with many other things. I remember in my speech class during college. I once boasted the fact that I used to be a runner but not anymore.
Thanks to my cousin, I returned to this activity. I am not as good as I used to be; and that's to be expected. I'm not sparky young'un; but at times, I still feel that way.
Regardless, this is the best aspect of running. Even though, only an elite few can literally run for a living by earning relatively low prize money (compared to other athletes in sports). This is one activity that anyone else, like myself, and thousands of others can participate in.
During my training last year and even on the marathon run, I felt alone. However, that was not enough to get me to quit. I had a goal! Yet, I remember an article in the Forward in Christ magazine. In this article, it talks about this feeling of being alone or loneliness. It happens to many of us. We can't help it. But alas, no matter what; we are not alone. God is there watching ready to give and provide at the right times. Just for this reason, we keep going.
I've had various practice runs over the summer, where I did quit on a run. For example, I had one where I walked 5 miles home. Then again, I had to. It was either that or risk getting hurt, such that training overall may stop. So then, that is not quitting; for it was part of injury prevention. Then, the run's finish is saved for a later day; and that I did.
In the hopes of reaching the end, runners do not quit. This is what Christian life is like. In the event where we feel like quitting, we shouldn't. We keep going. When running, we keep going; and we don't quit. The best feeling from running comes from finishing. At the end, we can just look back and say, "Yes. We did it". Just for that reason, we don't quit. |
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