Shades of Gray.....

This is a photo commentary I have made to illustrate that all things shall fade away. All the photos have been taken in Fort Langley. Make sure your sound is turned up!!

here at last....

signals crossed....

Signals..signs..whatever you want to call them. So hard to read or interpret, which leaves you not knowing what is expected or what the heck to do.
This Blog entry is dedicated to a friend (who shall remain nameless, but you know who you are) that is having a little hard time reading into the signals.

Signals..sometimes we read a little more into them then what there is there. Sometimes we are completely oblivous that they are there. So why can't everyone just make things more clear? Why do we beat around the bush and hope that someone picks up on it? I say screw the signals and opt for a system of sign wearing. Everyone should wear a sign around their neck that says clearly their intentions about everything. It could have a list of all sorts of things from people that they like, if they are avaliable, and if they are interested. This would make the world a much better place. especially for my nameless friend (who will probably kill me after reading this blog). Seeing however that that will likely not happen..honestly is the only other solution. Stop playing coy and put all the cards on the table, then once it is all out in the open it can be resolved and you can go make-out, or you can move on to someone else.
Anyhow, thats my thought for the day.

mind babbles...

So in an attempt to keep this blog free of the really wierd and abstract parts of my brain, I have made a new blog where I will be posting all my mind babbles. What are mind babbles you might ask? The answer is simple. Have you ever just sat down with a pen and paper and just wrote every word that comes to your brain without thinking about whether they make sense together? Well that is what it is. My brain vomitted on the page. You might not understand it but there it is. Just look in the links section.

Blah.....

Blah...the only word that can be used to express the way that I am feeling. Blah....the only word that I can think of to describe the day that I had today (besides the ones that I can not say) Blah...is to the assignments forgotten. Blah.....is to the prof that won't let me make it up. Blah.....is to the 15% that I will never get back. Blah....is to the A+ that is now flown out of my grasp.
Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah
Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah
Ok. I think that I have gotten it out of my system......maybe just one more......Blaaaaaaaaaah! ok. All good now.
Hope that everyone is having a way better day today!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Keep smiling and when you can't just say Blah.

somewhat disturbing...

So. I know that I have been more serious in my bast few blogs so I decided that I would lighten the mood with this little tidbit....it might be a little disturbing to some...but I thought that it was so funny. I am even considering putting it on my links!
Hope you have as much fun with it as much I did.
Click here for a little fun!!!!!

Adapt, absorb, adopt.
Cultural awareness.
Cultural sensitivity.
Cross-cultural experiences.
No one is perfectly right.
No one is exactly wrong.
Feel, don't think.
Think, don't react.
Respond.
Emotions are language-less.
Responses are not.

life in a bubble...

Contemplation...
Sitting with a mocha, the wind blowing and the sun shining, I find myself in a state of contemplation. Thoughts whirl through my head with no linkage or congruency. I wish that I could write them all down, but as I begin to write I wander to another idea.
I sit and think about my life. I live in a bubble, and although I try with every opportunity that comes my way, I can not leave it behind. It seems as though it is apart of me as my hand is attached to my body. My bubble is safe. In it I find comfort and refuge from the problems that I see around me. I wish to escape to it at all times, and yet I wish it wasn't there.
I am in conflict. To give of myself is the ultimate. But life in the bubble will not allow it. I wish to identify. But life in the bubble will not accommodate. I wish to impact. But life in the bubble will not permit. So I wish to abandon the bubble, but it will not leave. I may step out of it for a while but eventually I retreat back to its safe walls.
Many people would deny their bubble, stating that they are open to all. They have made themselves liars in this. For a bubble is who we are, and what we do.
And so here I am sipping mocha in my bubble, wishing that I could escape from it, but happy in it for now.
Thoughts wirling. Conflict abounding. I am as if two people seeking to be one.
Is there any answer to the bubble?

picking on the rise....

Upon my travels through the internet I came across this article that made me think. Read it, try not to puke, and maybe it will change your point of view.

Picking your nose and eating it is one of the best ways to stay healthy, according to a top Austrian doctor. Innsbruck-based lung specialist Prof Dr Friedrich Bischinger said people who pick their noses with their fingers were healthy, happier and probably better in tune with their bodies. He says society should adopt a new approach to nose picking and encourage children to take it up. Dr Bischinger said: “With the finger you can get to places you just can’t reach with a handkerchief, keeping your nose far cleaner. “And eating the dry remains of what you pull out is a great way of strengthening the body’s immune system. “Medically it makes great sense and is a perfectly natural thing to do. In terms of the immune system the nose is a filter in which a great deal of bacteria are collected, and when this mixture arrives in the intestines it works just like a medicine. “Modern medicine is constantly trying to do the same thing through far more complicated methods, people who pick their nose and eat it get a natural boost to their immune system for free.” —Ananova

So now that you have read the article and are convinced of the many wonderful aspects of nose picking, I thought that it would be good to provide a method, or a "how to", if you will, to nose picking. So here it is..a little taste of wisdom.

1. Don't do a snot rocket on the streets where other people are. These things have mind of their own and can fly anywhere. If you have to do one do it in a newspaper or something, just don't hit someone with it.

2. If you have to pick, make it as quick as possible. This is hard because if you don't get it, you have to go back and try try again, and each of those times you have to make it quick. and sometimes the more you try the farther it gets up there.

3. Where to wipe???? This is probably the toughest question to answer. You really have to try and find something that your never going to touch again, or somewhere where people can't reach it, I usually just do the sidewalk. You would be surprised at how many people try to wipe it on other people or on their seat. (another reason to look before you sit)

4. If someone catches you in the middle and says something. Ask if they have never picked before, and if they say no, then you know they are lying because, EVERYONE, yes, EVERYONE has picked their nose at some point. Even your mom.

5. If your around buddies and the boogar is big enough show it off, it's a trophy. This might not work for all groups but for those groups that like to have fun. hey, why not!

Well, I hope that you enjoyed this and are able to put into practice everything that I have taught here today, to make your nose picking experience oh so much more enjoyable!!

bums the word....

Yes...for all you drooling girls out there. This is my bum. Although I did not take this picture and have serious questions behind the motivations of the person who did, it doesnt change the fact that yes, this is bum.
It is probably not the nicest bum. Maybe if it was in a tight football uniforms outfit it would look better. Or maybe if it was in cycling spandex, although just some nice form hugging pajama pants does it for some people.
However, even though you get the priviledge of seeing my bum here at any time that you want, this is probably the only form that you will see it in. I have no real desire to be seen in or to wear any of the above noted articals of clothing. So I am sorry that I got your hopes up, but this will have to do.

Adventures..

I did it. Yes, that is right. I conquered the mountain. It took great courage and stamina. Many fell and could not go on, but yeah and verily I pressed on. I pressed on to greater heights then ever before. To stand at the top and gaze down upon the lowely ones that could not make it. Yes, oh yes. I did it.

Ok, so I didnt really climb a mountain, it was rather a hill. And I didn't really leave people behind, but it sounds so much better that way. But that is not to say that it was easy. I persevered through dangerous moss covered rocks and steep cliffs, that for some reason had a warning sign to stay away from them. And at one point I had to carefully calculate my position by the sun becuase the trail was not cleary marked. So in a way, Yes, I did do it. It may not be Everest, but it sure seemed like it at some time.