If I can only figure out how to post this blogger thingy to my page... i've finally attained my own domain name: adobostudio.com whoo hoo .
but for now. go to this site to check out my new page that I am doing for my thesis. Man so much to do. I'm realizing that I have tons of stuff to do but am constantly procrastinating.

Anyway, life goes on. It's still bitter cold. I'm tired. Going to bed soon. My butt hurts from sitting in this chair for so long.

Brain is about to shut down.

My goodness. I only thought brainfreezes happened when you drink a slurpee or eat ice cream really fast. Apparently not. Today I was walking down around Montreal, and oh my goodness was it ever cold. The windchill was so cold it gave me brainfreeze. I felt like I was in some movie that involved terrorists and a snowed in airport... wait that was John Maclane in Die Hard 2.

California, here I come in exactly one month.

It's been an awesome experience getting to just be in Montreal. Some may think I'm crazy but I love that feeling of stepping out into the cold cold air which totally refreshes me because it's like a sauna in my apartment. That and the fact, there are some strange smells here that even Lysol can't cover up. Well, maybe not.

I don't really think - 11 celcius is really that cold anymore. to me, it's just plain cold. - 30? Yeah, it's also cold. But who cares? Dress warmly and its ok. But man, then I see the transients (a more P.C. term for those of you who are offended at non-politcally correct terms... well, what is politically correct? Doesn't being P.C. infringe on my rights as well? So how can that be P.C.?) that sleep outside and it scares me. They seek refuge inside apartment vestibules often creating an interesting odor. (Lat, have you read my blog on odors? The gym is not nearly as bad as Hong Kong in the summer time. Two words for you Lady Mer: Welcome Home.) Anyway, I thought about it and I was asking my friend Karman, would you ever invite someone who had no place to sleep into your home because it was too cold outside and they couldn't find refuge anywhere else? (Well, i didn't ask that last part but you get the gist) Tough question that I also ask myself and constantly debate with myself as someone who believes in a God who loves all humanity. In turn, I am also expected to show love for all humanity. Yet, i make excuses. I'm human. We all are. Do we just think about it, and then become desensitized because of our cynicism of how society really functions? Or is this cynicism a reaction to the scam that sometimes happens to us because we did something for a particular transient and you see him boozed up in front of the local convenience store. Hard choice. Hard to love. Yet God loves them. Can I?

Don't take things for granted. I try to remember how blessed I am. Easy to throw away food. Someone else wants to eat what we haven't finished. I see that in the food courts here. Man. kinda hits home. at least it does for me. I'll try to remember now.....

Desensitization:
Hey, I got food in the fridge.

WHOA A COUNTER!
so cool.
now i can be cool like Adrian and check his website for how many popular his blog site is. Adrian, you know you don't need a counter. but I NEED ONE. I think its cuz of your site, I get so many hits. Ah well, you're probably dreaming about something strange right now and going to tell me that Thelonius Monk the jazz pianist, made his name to sound like The Loneliest Monk.

(Can you believe that's the first thing he said to me this morning)

Does this sound a lil' gay? we're not. We're like brothers. really we are. Our neighbors probably think we are but as God as my witness, I'm straight. Ok Ladies? :) I love God, the Bible, music, and my future wife. (wherever YOU MAY BE!)

Ok. what a lame blog. I just finished writing my 3 sentences for my abstract (Which turned out much longer than it should have been.) but that's ok. i 'm probably building up a website soon.
Will keep you guys posted.
Ok, brain is shutting down. Just had a great chat with one of my kids that I look out for in the youth group i look after. They're great.
I love em.

When it is cold and especially dry (like it is in this meteorological experiment of extreme climates a.k.a. Montreal) , I have a tendency of getting nose bleeds. And of course, my nose bleeds come at the most inopportune times especially when I don't have a single piece of tissue paper on me. So there I was in Place Milton (a nice lil' grease joint for breakfast) with Ivanna and Lat. Lat had come in later and I didn't know he didn't have an cash on him (this place only took cash) and I had asked Ivanna to spot me with her 12 bux that she had on her. We didn't know Lat didn't have any money. So as we were half way done our meal, we started realizing that we'd might have to end up washing dishes or something if we didn't get money. So i finally decided to venture out into the cold since none of them were willing to walk to a nearby bank (Although the one I went to wasn't that close but it was close enough) So I started to run (not wanting my meal of ham and eggs to grow cold while I was away) up the street. THere is a phenomenon of our noses filling up with a mucus, making our noses run. How does this relate? Well, I thought my nose was running and as I wiped my 'snot' away, I realized it was blood (cuz you know, everyone looks at their fingers after they wipe their nose. Don't ask me why, and I bet you do it too.)

So my running turned into a brisk walk (for fear of the increase of blood flow from my nostril onto my jacket) but i tried to stop the blood from coming out (Even though i had slowed my pace down.) i ended up getting my hands all bloody.

By the time I got to the bank machine, My hands were all bloody, I was thoroughly embarassed (which could have been a biological reaction to keep blood in my head) and I needed some cash.
I was contemplating the use of the deposit envelopes. and in the blur of the moment of wanting the bleeding to stop, I don't remember if I did or not. All I know is that I did get money out of the \bank and also used an old receipt from sport chek and the transaction record to wipe the blood off my face.

As I exited the bank, I realized I probably looked like a post-murder scene escapee who just beat a guy senseless with his barehands and screwed up. Walking by a store front, I also saw the blood on my face which made me want to get back to the restaurant much faster. Needless to say, I ended up paying for my breakfast with a bloodied twenty. Well, not really, i tried to get the cleanest one for the nice waitress.
Oh did I mention I did wash off the blood off my hands and face cuz I did look like a bit of a crazed psychopath killer.

Taboo: The game where you think outside the box and where you reveal your true character traits. (see previous sentence and focus on the word before 'killer' and take out 'killer')

I like the band Lifehouse. Good sound. Same with Switchfoot. Both good bands with positive lyricsm which is often hard to find these days.

Well, things are always good when God's in control. Definitely the big lesson of the year and I guess am just constantly trusting Him even though it seems hard enough not to. Come now, how can I trust something or someone who I can't see or touch? Well, He's definitely there and has given me more peace that transcends understanding than I can explain.

Montreal is a pretty cool city if you don't mind the extreme temperatures that this region has to offer. Today, the temperature was at a high of MINUS ELEVEN CELCIUS (That's about 9 Farenheit for those of you who still haven't figured out that most of the world has gone Metric) with windchills up to minus 19 celcius. YEESH. talk about whipping out the long undies and bundling up. I think it's cold enough to have brain freeze the moment you step outside. Either that, or if you happen to have a lot of mucus lined up in your nose, (you know condensation from breathing in cold air into your body) it'll probably freeze.
Anyway, I think this place definitely has a lot more culture than most Canadian cities having lived in Vancouver, B.C. most of my life where there is absolutely nothing to do. Maybe that's my bias.

An update on the poetics site. Just a little piece of creative writing.

Funny thing though is I realize sometimes when I am describing a conversation that I had with someone, I usually end up air typing and realize too late that I look very ridiculous. OR if I am describing a conversation I had with someone on the phone, I'll be speaking into my pinky and listening to my thumb as if I were talking to that person. Strange phenomenon isn't it? It may be possible that in the future, we'll be air typing into virtual keyboards and actually type.
Just a thought.

First Blog of the year. Anything important to say? Not really, except I feel totally bored and uninspired to do anything exciting. After eating a buffet and feeling all the blood from my head gone to my stomach to digest the pounds of food i just injested, I am now spending new years sitting at home and not doing much. It's another dark and rainy day in Vancouver. I probably have that seasonal mood disorder thingy. Cuz when its cloudy, it makes me tired. Then again, what else is there to do but sleep?

Anyways, been sifting through my old songs looking for things that I've written but tossed on the side. (I'll post them on the poetics site ) but haven't exactly worked on them... Funny how sentiment can come back to haunt you and cause one to dig into the recesses of the nostalgic compartments of one's heart and release a flood of overwhelming memories. Then it of course makes one think, if there is a permanent delete of these memories or an emotional trash can that gets emptied. Perhaps we learn to lug these weights around and although they remain scars on our hearts and one becomes stronger in the end. Yet somehow we need to learn to keep these sentiments from opening again to release a pain that once again haunts the vast halls of our memories and learn to view them through the vessels that contain these painful/nostalgic memories and remember how they have shaped and molded us.

I don't know what I am writing here but just some random thoughts that I've thought about. Random Babble. To go where no man has gone before.