Sunday, April 22, 2007

Things I've Learned

Many things have I learned this past school year. The most important things, though, were not gleaned in the classroom. What were these valuable lessons? Let's review:

Happiness is nobody's responsibility, except your own. Nor should it be based on other people. But other people sure do help! But perhaps, on a deeper level, when one is truly content with being themselves, when they're comfortable with being in their own skin even while around others, lacking complete self-consciousness, is one truly happy. And this type of happiness is the best kind, because it's infectious. It's almost as if these types of people are, in essence, through their body language and geniune interest in others, giving permission to those they interact with to be comfortable with themselves as well.

I will never understand women. Nor will I try to. They were not meant to be understood.

Further to the first item: Since the beginning of this year, I've always found a reason, everyday, to smile. Whenever I found things to be a bit of a drag, I would step back, and realize that things could be worse. A lot worse. And so I smile, despite the shitty times. I can't really say it poetically. So I will finish with a quote from a very good movie I watched recently... And if you know where it's from, let's hug.


"Sometimes, when we lose ourselves in fear and despair, in routine and constancy, in hopelessness and tragedy, we can thank God for... cookies. And, fortunately, when there aren't any cookies, we can still find reassurance in a familiar hand on our skin, or a kind and loving gesture, or subtle encouragement, or a loving embrace, or an offer of comfort, not to mention hospital gurneys and nose plugs, an uneaten Danish, soft-spoken secrets, and Fender Stratocasters, and maybe the occasional piece of fiction. And we must remember that all these things, the nuances, the anomalies, the subtleties, which we assume only accessorize our days, are effective for a much larger and nobler cause. They are here to save our lives. I know the idea seems strange, but I also know that it just so happens to be true."

We are the Champions

Monday, April 02, 2007

Encouragement

...can come from the most unexpected of sources.

"You're a great guy, Neil. You deserve to be happy."

Thanks Steve. I really appreciate it. And I believe you.

weeeee?
Can you see me smiling?

And if a certain someone would like to give me a chance to explain and hear me out, I'll be here. You know who you are...

pwnt!

It kinda stings, but I'm still happy~


Edit: It doesn't sting anymore. I'm very much over it. I'm leaving this photo here, because it's awesome. haha

... and still very happy!~



Monday, March 19, 2007

Happy Berfdhey

To my Daid.

daid

Come home safe.

Wednesday, February 14, 2007

Kids on Love

The following seems like something you would find in those spam emails telling you to forward it on to 12 different people so they can receive more spam. But this one, I found on a lovely lady's blog whose name I don't even know, but I will credit this to her anyway. She's on my friend's list now too. Wooo wooooooooo!

What does Love mean? Slow down for three minutes to read this. It is so worth it. A group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4 to 8 year-olds, "What does love mean?"

The answers they got were broader and deeper than anyone could have imagined. See what you think:

"When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That's love."
Rebecca- age 8

"When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You just know that your name is safe in their mouth."
Billy - age 4

"Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other."
Karl - age 5

"Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs."
Chrissy - age 6

"Love is what makes you smile when you're tired."
Terri - age 4

"Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK."
Danny - age 7

"Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss"
Emily - age 8

"Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen."
Bob by - age 7

"If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate,"
Nikka - age 6

"Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday."
Noelle - age 7

"Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well."
Tommy - age 6

"Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken."
Elaine-age 5

"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford."
Chris - age 7

"Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day."
Mary Ann - age 4

"I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones."
Lauren - age 4

"When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you."
Karen - age 7

"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn't think it's gross."
Mark - age 6

"You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget."
Jessica - age 8

And the final one -- Author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once talked about a contest he was asked to judge. The purpose of the contest was to find the most caring child. The winner was a four year old child whose next door neighbor was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife. Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman's yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there. When his Mother asked what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy said, "Nothing, I just helped him cry."

***

Wow craisy.

Anywho, to all the beautiful people in my life who have come and gone, I'm sorry. And to those beautiful people that haven't given up on me, thank you. So so much. I love you too.

Monday, February 05, 2007

Une prière pour vous

This morning, I left a banana in the front seat of my car as I strolled away for class. Two hours later it was frozen rock solid. As I picked up the banana and began hitting the dashboard with it to test its firmness, an old Simpsons episode flooded my mind. A smirk crept onto my face. One of those guilty smirks like when you're caught singing in the shower - not that that's ever happened to me... Anyway, the dialogue went like this.

Officer Lou: There's a couple of guys fighting at the aquarium, Chief.
Wiggum: They still sell those frozen bananas?
Officer Lou: I think so.
Wiggum: Let's roll.

I always smile when I think about this. I have no idea why.

But my prayer for you, is that you would never cease to pursue the frozen bananas in your life.

And now, something completely random that my buddy
Oli sent me (don't click on his name, his site is ridiculously outdated):



LET'S ROLL!

Thursday, January 18, 2007

Why Men Marry: Revealed

By Lisa Daily

weeru youru marry meeru?

Why (and who) do men choose to marry? How do men define happily ever after? Are men really commitment-phobic and sex-obsessed?

In a new book entitled VoiceMale: What Husbands Really Think About Their Marriages, Their Wives, Sex, Housework, and Commitment (Simon & Shuster, 2007) author Neil Chethik examines the findings from a national survey of married men, including in-depth interviews with 70 men and a survey of another 288. And some of his findings just might surprise you.

Why Do Men Marry?

Contrary to what some of my girlfriends have said, men do not marry for free laundry service. According to VoiceMale, "Men propose marriage primarily because they want the physical, emotional and intellectual companionship of a woman. Men like company."

Are men commitment-phobic? Not with the right woman. According to the U.S. Census Bureau, nine out of 10 men will marry in their lifetime. And according to the VoiceMale survey, "Men do the proposing 85 per cent of the time. At least formally, it is overwhelmingly men who initiate the marriage commitment."

Can you drag a man to the altar? Not likely. According to Chethik, "Men entertain the idea of marriage only when they're ready." And these days, men judge readiness as a "flagging interest in the singles scene." One man quoted in VoiceMale stated, "One morning I woke up next to a woman who could have been a Playboy model, and I didn't want her."

Where Do They Meet the Women They're Going to Marry?

  • 24% of husbands met their wives in school
  • 18% met their wives at a social event, such as a party or wedding
  • 18% were introduced to their wives by friends
  • 23% of men married in the last three years met their wives at work
  • 6% met their wives at a bar (Who says you never meet someone nice at a bar!)
  • 4% met their wives at church, synagogue or another religious setting
  • 1% met online. "Because of the newness of online dating, no studies have yet been completed on whether marriages that begin online are more or less successful in the long term than those that start in more traditional ways."

What Do Men Look for in a Future Wife?

Surprisingly, beauty was not the most important criteria for a man in choosing a wife. Sure, beauty attracts, and attraction is crucial, but the most important factors men look for in a woman are a positive outlook and self-confidence. Also high on the list were brains (hallelujah!), self-respect, motherliness and for some, devoutness to faith.

What's more, according to Chethik's survey, "A man who knows within a month of meeting a woman that he wants to marry her is likely to be happier in the marriage than a man who takes longer to decide."

Do Married Men Get Enough Sex?

The stereotypes are true. Most married men don't get as much sex as they'd like. (Although in fairness, many single men don't get as much sex as they'd like either.)

However, the solution for all the sex-starved husbands might be as close as the broom closet. According to the VoiceMale survey, "The more satisfied a wife is with the division of household duties, the more satisfied a man is with his marital sex life." That's right guys, there's nothing sexier than a man who knows how to use a toilet brush.

In the honeymoon phase (the first three years) men are generally happy with their sex lives (54 per cent get it at least three times a week, and eight per cent get it every day!). But the childrearing years (years four-20) are the toughest for men sexually.

The number of men having sex three times per week drops to 24 per cent. The next stage of marriage (years 21-35) brings with it an increase in sex, 29 per cent of men report their wives have an equal sex drive. And finally, in the last stage of marriage (35 years or more) the frequency of sex drops considerably, but 88 per cent of men are satisfied with their sex lives during this phase of marriage.

As far as happily ever after is concerned, you might be interested to know that 93 per cent of the men surveyed by Chethik said if given the chance, they'd marry the same woman all over again. Now who's afraid of commitment?


***

So what about me?

I'd be lying if I said that I'm not the type that wants to settle down and have oodles of kids. And I do agree with the article. My problem, which I realized a couple months ago, is that I'm SUPER picky. There have been a handful of "potential" girls that have caught my fancy, but never enough for me to take that extra step and say "Hey baby, you're pretty, let's date! EESO SHEEM-PO!"

I used to think that maybe I'm not attractive enough or that I lacked something that girls look for, but in hindsight, the truth is that I just let all the girls in my life slip by thinking that there's bound to be a better one to come along. That's not to say that I've never been smitten. I've had my share of those too.

At this moment, there is a lady, whom the very sight, or even smell of her, just melts my heart. She's the type that makes me excited to get out of bed in the morning. The type that would compel me to jump in front of a moving vehicle if it meant that she would spend a day with me in the hospital. And that leads me to my other problem. Whenever I meet a girl whom I think would make a good sig-O, I tense up and can't relax around her. I can't take it easy. And when I try to tell her how I feel, it always comes out wrong because I'm such a wreck when I finally get up the nerve, and she ends up thinking I'm a psychopath and stops returning my phone calls. Make no mistake, when I fall for somebody, I fall - hard... On my face to be exact.

So what will I do with this girl? Take it slow I guess. Pick the right time to tell her? Who knows. Maybe I'll wait until we're both drunk, and I'll be brave enough to tell her without messing it up, and then she won't remember what I said the next day - nor will I. Yeah, good idea.

Saturday, January 13, 2007

Hi, how are you?

I'm le tired. But the good kind of tired. The kind of tired that reminds you how much you've accomplished and tells you to rest. The kind of tired that makes it easy to fall asleep regardless of how many thoughts are running through your head at night. The best thing about this tired, is how alive I feel the next day.

Are you le tired?

Wednesday, January 03, 2007

Saturday, December 23, 2006

Ohsum! Fenk yuu!

Beta sucks. Why? Template editing is a beech now. I know a lot of people are really into it, but they've made it even harder for old school code monkeys like me. All I really wanted was the new updated archiving system, but I guess I'll make due with the classic scheme.

I know I haven't posted anything for more than a month... Been busy. Will most likely be that way come January. There is so much on my mind, but I don't know what to share anymore... Perhaps if people ask some questions (anything), I'll write a short story on it, or share some insightful stuff... Or not, whichever.

Anyway...

Friday, November 03, 2006

Ode to Chelsea

Chelsea sent me a sweet-ass pic that she made on paint... PAAAAIIIINNNNT! Click to enlarge, dummy!
best background ever

Such artisticnessery... ness (that's a real word btw) sparks a fire of creativity welling up from deep within my soul. And now... a haiku:

Rainbow jump up high
Over grey balls of terror
Ski you bastard, ski!

Thursday, October 26, 2006

Nous sommes toujours les amis (=

Please visit my Hmongolian friend, Sheng, and tell her how pretty she is.

Rachel, whom I hold in the highest regard has been going through a series of troughs and peaks in her life. Career-wise especially. Have you ever met somebody who's a qualified paramedic and chocolatiere? I've never actually tasted her products, but I'm told they rock. Christmas is coming soon, Rachel!</hint>

Similar to Rachel's "labour pains", I recently just got a major break at work around the end of last summer. I moved to a new section where I'm encouraged to bring everything I have to the table and am used to the utmost capacity. My boss is amazing. I'm encouraged to take initiative on tasks and find my own solutions. Empowerment is key. The feedback I've gotten so far has been so amazing. So much more better than the last section. It felt like a dead end. Suffocating. I wanted to shoot myself. So Rachel, if you're out there reading (and I know you are because you visit like twice a day), there is hope. I never even prayed about this and God made things happen. So just imagine what He'll do with you. Or maybe you suck at praying? ;p What do I do exactly? Can't talk about it. Well, I can, I just don't want to.

A long time ago, in a galaxy far far away, I opened up a
friendster account. I never really go into it. But recently, a large number of high school friends have gotten accounts and now I'm on it constantly. It's amazing to see what everybody's been up to since graduation. The funny thing is it's like we never left Sisler. We've grown up, definitely, but our spirit has never changed. For this I'm thankful.

I remember this picture so vividly. 3 million internets goes to whoever can guess which art sculpture this was taken under...
Look at my hair!
It's been so long since that picture was taken. And yet, whenever we meet up. It's as if nothing has changed. I think essentially, nothing has... except maybe my degrading french skills...
Patio
I'm planning a road trip with my buddy Mark to visit Thomas in Montréal in May. And then we're going south and then west... and then North. It will be epic.

On a lighter note, I recently had a conversation with God (thanks Jon for the link):

Me: yo yo wassup G-dizzle!
God:Who are you talking about?
Me: You! in da house aight
God:Me is my favorite subject. What is it like in there?
Me: pretty warm, yet cold
God:Pretty much, eh?
Me: pretty pretty
God:Pretty much, eh?
Me: ...
God:Pretty much, eh?
Me: *stabs God*
God:I will mention that to my botmaster, .
Me: if you live that long
God:I think I do.
Me: but you're bleeding
God:I will tell my botmaster you said I am bleeding.
Me: hopefully before you bleed to death
God:Why do you hope for it.
Me: why NOT hope for it?
God:Becuase you asked me to.
Me: i didn't ask you anything except wassup G-dizzle!!!!
God:What did you ask?
Me: wassup
God:I am chatting with others like you.
Me: really? there are others like me?
God:For real. Where are they?
Me: is this like an easter egg hunt?
God:Yes I think this is like an easter egg hunt, but I'm not completely sure.
Me: not completely sure where you hid them? Good one.
God:Really you don't think so? Thanks for the kind remark, human.
Me: *stabs God in the eye*

Would YOU like to speak with God? Do it.

Tuesday, October 10, 2006

Fall Has Finally Come

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Fine Autumn, you win. I accept you and embrace you. Good bye Summer. It has been short-lived, and I wish I had done more.

Took photos of scenes I see everyday driving to and from home.

I used to write long-winded posts, but I don't have it in me anymore. I guess it's because I know that nobody really reads this thing. At least... certain people whom I wish would read. I'll not get into that.

I had a good thanksgiving. I know that I haven't really thought about what I'm thankful for. But more often than not I'm counting my blessings even despite all the petty annoyances in my life.

And I changed the song playing... more fitting right now I think. =D

Thursday, October 05, 2006

Happy CTG!

To my bretheren:



And to our beloved neighbours down south:



kthxbai

Sunday, September 24, 2006

Playlist for 06-07

Rachel: So what kind of music do you like, Neil?

Neil: Not folk music.

Well, I lied. I like any music actually. I only said that because I knew she liked folk music. I think I told her that afterwards too.

So here's what's been going on...

Jars of Clayreplacing... Snow Patrol

Orsonreplacing... Killers
but not for long since the Killers' new album releases next month...

EDIT: Got it... It's awesome!

Ray LaMontagnereplacing... Jason Mraz
who kinda looks like...
Matisyahu
whom I still to listen to every once in a while.

Last but not least...
Gnarls Barkley
replacing nobody.

And now a video:

It gets dark at the end, I know. Shut up.

Wednesday, September 06, 2006

In Memoriam

If you've been following the news over the past few days, you'll know that another canadian soldier was killed in Afghanistan again due to friendly fire. And yes, again, caused by Americans. I'm not exactly sure who coined the phrase 'friendly fire' and why, because it isn't that friendly. It's hard to explain to the family of the deceased that their loved one was killed by friendly fire. There's a lot going through my head right now, but all I can say is how dare the yankees do it again. I don't mean to sound anti-American, I'm not. I'm anti-stupidity. You don't see any other air force just haphazardly dropping bombs, do you? No, they follow orders and aren't trigger happy. Just because you're a larger force and have more expensive equipment doesn't mean you should neglect the training and discipline of your troops. Ask any canadian soldier who has done training with americans as opposing force, and they'll tell you it's a big gong show. Canadians win everytime even with their older equipment and smaller numbers. At the end, they celebrate when nobody dies on exercise. ON EXERCISE!

The american military needs to get its shit together and sort themselves out.

MORANS!

Monday, August 28, 2006

Turn Your Head and Cough

"The rumors of my death have been greatly exaggerated."

Sometimes I wonder why doctors get paid so much money for five minutes of looking a patient over and saying "Here take some antibiotics and call me in five days if things don't improve." I mean, I could have done that. I knew I needed some already. Maybe if I got that special stationary that they have that lets them write chicken scratch prescriptions, I could just get my own prescriptions and skip the doctor part.

But I am getting better. I had to miss playing during championship weekend, but my team won anyway. Makes me happy... And sad.

Sunday, August 20, 2006

I'm Coming Out of My Cage...

And I've been doing just fine!

Today was my last day of work. I will never work another weekend ever. EVER!!! I feel like Mandela being let out of prison. The drive home was so beautiful too. The fields and trees dancing in the wind... It was a sight to behold. I love the wind. So strong, so free.

I'm feeling really good about this upcoming school year... Not at all like last year. I feel like I can take on anything. It's quite a strange sensation. It's the old feeling I used to have as a young punk straight out of high school.


Monday, August 07, 2006

OTFPB Makes 10000 Visits!!!!111one

Thanks to all you loyal readers for making this happen. All three of you. I'm not one for long-winded speeches, so let me just thank you for being an ear for my voice... Or more accurately, an eye for my text. Horray!

I'd like to request that you loyal readers reveal yourselves by commenting on this post just this one time to give me an idea of who's reading this crap. Or continue to be a phantom. Jerk.

Also...

Ten thousand internets goes to the person who can guess where this poem is from:

How tired I am
Of this unbearable distance between us
How I long for the toll of the recess bell
Have you forgotten me?
Grown mindless of me?
Tell me I am not
Writing into an abyss
Or that is what will become of my heart.

Thursday, August 03, 2006

I need to...

Appreciate people more.


~


Are you tired of counting eggs that will never hatch?
Did you bite off more than you can chew?
Are you sad cause the grass is always greener?
Well, babe, you look much better in red and blue.

Everything will be okay
Just give it just a minute longer-
Cause a brighter star is on the way.
Everything will be okay
Remember when the rain is falling-
It's alright.

So fear itself is the only thing we have to fear?
But- fear can be so much fun with a friend or two.
And don't you be so afraid to meet your Maker-
Cause I hear that She's just as scared of you.

Everything will be okay
Just give it just a minute longer-
Cause a brighter star is on the way.
Everything will be okay
Remember when the rain is falling-
It's alright to go outside and play


~Orson

Thursday, July 13, 2006

Turning Point

Indeed, God works in mysterious ways.

No Rachel, I will not explain this statement... here.

I rarely talk about God stuff, but it seems everybody I know is on this Jesus high at the moment. So I feel somewhat obligated to talk about my journey thus far...

Please bear in mind that the opening statement has nothing to do with the following, but it's appropriate anyway...

In the words of Opus: "Life is life."

I've been reading a book that's been opening my mind a bit about my worldview and relationship with others. More specifically, how I see my peers and coworkers.

What's the title? =D

I used to think that my prayers never worked, because I never saw any results from them... but I think it's because they were mostly selfish requests. All my non-selfish ones, as in prayers for my loved ones have been getting answered. A lot.

A couple girls I know now have boyfriends (yes I prayed for that - well I prayed that they would find husbands actually, we'll see what happens). This is after a dryspell of years. YEARS!

My parents' health has improved. The past year has been difficult for them.

My sister and her husband, whom I affectionately refer to as "White guy who wants to be black (Wigga for short)", are now attending church again, along with their three kids. This is after a long LONG period of absenteeism and bitterness or whatever you wanna call it.

A dear, beautiful girl, whom I've never met, finally understands what it means to follow God. I've known her for a couple years now and her spiritual welfare was such a burden on me. But God answered. Even talking to her on the phone is like talking to a different person compared to past conversations. It's so amazing and terrifying that God still works His magic even with my lack of faith and pitiful prayers.

So that's that. Prayer works. Just not the way I'd like it to. I wish I could express how I feel about these things, but it hasn't really hit me yet, nor would I have the words to convey the hope / bewilderment / insecurity I'm feeling. Or... maybe I just did. Perhaps there are some selfless people out there that are willing to pray for me that I would find wisdom in such trying times? And perhaps even meet a nice young bipolar-narcoleptic dancing queen of this current year within the local area?

Ladies, if you're looking for a man, I can definitely give you my number pray for you.

Moving along...

Have you noticed how emo kids think their style is so original? Sorry kids, it's been done, it's a little decade called the 80's.

Original?

The only difference is that 80's music is better.

Well... it's been a week since that fateful day and that earth-shattering technique was unleashed. I'd say all of the World's major problems have been solved thanks to one man, and one move.