Tomorrow is my parent's early 25th anniversary dinner/banquet where they are inviting the friends that they have known either recently or in the past 20 odd years of my existence and beyond, to a night of gluttony and a nostalgic trip down memory lane. That task of taking about 120 people down memory lane has been entrusted to my somewhat elusive memory of which I can only recall specific instances (such as embarassing moments invovling bees, wasps (your choice) and chicken noodle soup in Gr. 5 and a firedrill) without the aid of the ever growing volumes of dustfilled photo albums that occupy over 10 5 inch binders. However, of course, it is always somewhat enjoyable to laugh at pictures that were taken prior to my fetal existence of my parents that involved two piece swimsuits, bad hair cuts , tight fitting bell bottom jeans and large sun glasses. Of course, its hard to imagine two people having met each other, dated, and fell in love and turned out to be middle aged naggers who think you have chicken pox after seeing weird spots on my biceps as a result of sleeping on a nasty old carpeted floor that has never really been cleaned. (Yes, another story. another time)

But I still love 'em. It still is hard to imagine how they coped with each other for 25 years and more (since they did know each other before they got married) and still do cope with each other. Most of you guys i've known, I've only coped with for like 5-6 years MAX. hahahhaa (Well, of course, other than my boys that i've grown up with and have known since we were still crapping in our pants and having to wear the brown corduroys that were always hidden in the bathroom shelf in the Presbytarian Pre-school) But I am digressing. Of course, the thick and thins of life and not knowing how to cope with one another I guess is always something to note that they have always tried to overcome and I guess it is important for them to celebrate with their friends after having been away for the past 11 years from the ones that have helped them develop spiritually as well as parents and people who have gone through, wrestled, and fought valiantly the angst of their children and instilling some sense of ethics/morales within my brothers and I. Of course, bringing in another child into this world when I was 13 and to begin parenting from scratch was another challenge while dealing with pubscent angst of two boys was probably not an easy feat. With the help of God, along with each other, and friends, I think we turned out ok (my brother and I) .... at least I think so.

I can't see myself where they are right now. Maybe they do deserve this 'celebration' although it seems to be a little over ambitious with all the silver tassles that they (i.e. my maternal unit) would like over all the gaudy chinese restaurant wall paper. Regardless, its more for them than anyone else I guess. I hope its not to impress people or have a moment to 'shine'. I guess I will never understand it till i am married for 25 years or maybe I won't see it like that when I'm there. Or. maybe its reliving the day they got married (at least for my mom) since weddings always seem to be a thing all girls/women of all ages want. It's the marraige part i think they forget. All their youth and vigor placed into one day. So when the 25th anniversary rolls around, its another chance to relive that.

Ok. Too tired... have to finish this trip. I'm only half way through. well, actually a quarter of the way through. well, I don't know. There are too many years and photos to flip through. Minimum input. Maximum Results.

It's a little dark for 4:30 pm. Well, actually it feels like it has been dark all day. For more personal reasons I'd rather not disclose at the moment, I must say that sometimes, the methodology to determine one's grade in theory/philosophical type classes is baffling. So, lets just say that I've been praying a lot and trying to figure out why the mark I got is what my final mark and determines the outcome of my entire master's career. I don't understand a lot and I don't claim i do but I did put in a lot of work and that I can swear before God that I did put in a decent amount of work. Perhaps not my best work but I still don't deserve what I got. It's too bad i didn't heed a friend's warning "Oh don't check your marks now... " after I found out my mark. See, the Internet can be a harbinger of doom and chaos as I have so often discovered. The last few days have been like, "What? Am I stupid?" or "Is this a sign that architecture is no longer my calling?" or "what the heck?" in the end, I sought to seek answers to all the questions that arose or will arise because of that. I realize I cannot let things sit still nor can I repress them and pretend everything is flowing like a well shook bubble tea. That's where I realize the importance of my faith and the promises that lie within an ancient text that has irrefutably altered many lives to live throughout history with a hope beyond this life.
I can't say I am comfortable with this burning image of this mark that stuck out at me from the unofficial transcript of Jonathan Ho and it still haunts me in my dreams. STill, there's this peace. Funny. So hard to trust and so hard to really believe that God's placed me in architecture for some purpose. If you read this, God's still listening and watching out for me but I find it so hard sometimes just to truly trust. Of course, in retrospect, its always much easier to see through clouds that have already gone and to see the winding path that had so many pot holes but I'm still hoping and knowing through the darkness, God's holding my hand and pulling up every narrow path. It's hard to see even into next semester but I know deep down inside, that something is always better in store for things. Another trial though to continue to path that He's called me to travel. I guess maybe that Robert Frost meant in the Road less travelled, was the one that would mold one into the person they would become, through choices and taking the road less travelled... not going the norm. You could interpret that in two ways I guess, but for me, the road less travelled is the one where we become better people.

Anyway, let me stop boring you with my thoughts and tell you about my trip to Oregon.
I went down with my buddy Ivor (so I didnt have to drive a lone). I went to see my buddy Luke from my missions team last summer and Ivor went to see his brother. I must say, two things I have learned from this short trip:1) don't drive an echo although it saves gas 2) I'd be obsese if I lived in the states.
why? Answer for number 2 is that there is too much cheap food everyhwere. Which brings me to the pilgramage to Krispy Kreme which took us through service roads off the highway and highway ramps and traffic jams. But thank God the Neon Light was lit when I got there. I went inside and saw those donuts come off rite off the assembly line... and suddenly one of the workers shoves a donut in my face... i was like, is this free? SWEEET !!! (I was tempted to line up again for another one) but i refrained from doing so.
I'll make this more exciting but i'd rather tell it in person so you can see my drool as I talk about 'donuts... awwuuggg..." (Think Homer Simpson)

This white background and blogger.com interface is now almost a fading memory for me. It seems strange to finally log back in and write a few random thoughts on life. Of course, my esoterical pursuits of this concept of informing the world of my random tidbits of brain farts has long diminished since the beginning of my enslavement to the chains of academia. My roomate Mr. Fung has now surpassed me of HTML knowledge and has even included a counter of popularity on his website of wonderfully constructed opinions of dialectics. I'd either say that perhaps that this accomplishment was a result of my insistence that he share his gift of random wisdom with the world. Of course, he was most reluctant and argued that he was computer illiterate, let alone internet literate. With a little persuasion, he has now overcome the obstacles of the fear of logging on to the world wide web and connecting with the world and sharing his infinite knowledge usage of the english language and his somewhat unique view on social phenonmenons such as infomercials.

I just wrote an exam on mechanical services, and many of the answers i had to fabricate with my wonderful imagination. How does one define a tamper switch? Tamper switch: To prevent one from tampering with switch. OR. Tamper switch: a switch to tamper with the system. Of course when one realizes it, we make all these things to make sure nothing goes wrong: the primary incentive of all engineers. So of course, I had to make up some brilliant answer on what a tamper switch was.

My brain is slowly requiring me to reserve brain power so I can study Urban planning later. One more exam and i'll be temporary liberated for the duration of three weeks to do absolutely nothing with myself. Oh yes, make up for lost time for the lack of workouts that I have been attending.

Enjoy. Check out the adobopoetics site for updated lyrics. Hopefully they will be available to download on my mp3.com site. The link is somewhere on the side column there. In the meantime. Stay safe, be happy and always pull someone's finger if they ask you to. (Or not)

well, my faithful blog readers (Thank You mr. J.Cool for emailing me hahahaha and telling me to keep this up.) The weather once again is screwed up and I finally whipped out the long John's. Yes.
whoo hoo! Nice and warm. I am looking forward to a vacation in VAncouver where hopefully I will escape this treacherous winter weather of which i must still endure for another 4 months after this. I will probably blog more in Vancouver when I will have lots and lots of time. I finally finished recording (sorta) a song for my friend Anh and Patrice's baby, Amelie. Ha, they don't know about it (Yes, i dont think they will read this blog site.) if You have ANh or patrice (since Anh is confined for a month at home and not allowed to see the light of day), sorry. it was meant to be a surprise. I suck at surprises.
School is almost over. 3 MORE DAYS! I actually have to go to school and do work tomorrow :( unfortunately for one last project which i have procrastinated all weekend.

I am very jealous. My friend Alli who is in Japan is going to see Brian McKnight in concert (WHY ME?) on Dec. 10th. Guess he's gotta cater to the fans in japan (hey that rhymed Adrian!)

Going home on the 14th!!!! WHOO HOO!

ok. this one is short. i am sleepy and need some dire rest.
more later.