that perfect hand…

In Ocean's 11, Danny said that "the house always wins. If you play long enough, never change the stakes, then the house takes you. Unless, when that perfect hand comes along, you bet big… and then, you take the house." Here's the hand I've been dealt, sometimes it's risky and sometimes it's safe, but all the time… it's perfect. It's mine.


1 Comment

just call me cher

I have a Rockband hangover. Last night a few of us had a chill-ax appy and happy hour get together. It was fun to do that but what was more fun was playing Rockband for the first time. I have zero hand coordination/multi tasking capabilities in that type of competitive atmosphere. Ergo, I cannot push the buttons on the guitar with one hand while strumming with the other while trying to follow the notes on the TV. So I tried drumming, which was equally as difficult because you have to hit the appropriately coloured drum  while pushing a pedal while reading the notes. Singing was hilarious, not when I was going necessarily because I just suck, but when people like Luke sang, because he A. can actually be able to sing and B. get right into it with no reservation whatsoever.

That game is out of control. Our ‘band’ almost mastered Brad Paisley’s ‘Mud on the Tires’, The Who’s Teenage Wasteland’, and Pearl Jam’s ‘Alive’ but we really struggled through old school ACDC (you really wish you heard how high  Georg and Luke tried to get their voices for some of those) and the Dixie Chicks. I’ve only ever played Guitar Hero but Rockband is the best because while I was drumming away, not to a particular beat whatsoever, everyone else is entranced by their own instruments that I barely got any flack for my own performance.

Basically we played Rockband from 7 pm – 12:30 am. And I sucked. So even though my bandmates were totally supportive of my feeble attempts, I preferred being a groupie.

Here are some pictures. The problem with being behind the camera is that there is never evidence that I was there, which I totally was, laughing hysterically. And the pic of the spring rolls is for Jes; ignore Luke’s arm — he was fired up.

dsc00410

dsc00411

dsc00413

dsc00415

dsc00420

dsc00417

This one is my favourite because they are concentrating so hard. I think there was a moment where they felt to be real musicians.

dsc00422

dsc00414

dsc00421

On another note, I am desperately seeking tickets for Bryan Adams… he’s putting on a show a week today. Anybody have two they want to get rid of? I like asking people what top 5 bands they would like to see live and ironically, Luke and I just had that conversation a couple weeks ago and B.A. is on my list. So we’re trying to go. Only problem is then I have to go see the bands on his top five list and I don’t really like many of them.


4 Comments

the next step

I just finished my application for the UVic Post-Degree Professional Teaching Program today — planning to take a day to think and pray with it tomorrow, and finally hand it in on Wednesday (two days before it is due, no less). I am praying that these next few months become those of answers and relief and the light in the tunnel getting a little brighter everyday. Please think of me, I am so afraid that I won’t be accepted, as I’ve shared before. I need patience for the answer and the grace to handle it if it doesn’t go the way I hope.

What’s God going to say to my questions? I’m braced for the worst. I’ll climb to the lookout tower and scan the horizon. I’ll wait to see what God says; how He’ll answer my complaint.

And then God answered: “Write this.
Write what you see. Write it out in big block letters
so that it can be read on the run. This vision-message is a witness
pointing to what’s coming. It aches for the coming—it can hardly wait!
And it doesn’t lie. If it seems slow in coming, wait.
It’s on its way. It will come right on time.

Look at that man, bloated by self-importance—
full of himself but soul-empty. But the person in right standing before God through loyal and steady believing is fully alive, really alive.”

Habakkuk 2:1-4 (The Message)

I. LOVE. That.


7 Comments

awkward

Today this guy carrying a guitar was running at break neck speed towards me from quite a far distance. He was waving ridiculously but I couldn’t make out who he was from how far back I was.

So I did what any rationally minded, smart, spunky female would do in my situation: looked and saw no one else around me, assumed I knew him, sped up my pace, flashed my best grin and waved back.

The bus stop was apparently right behind me.


4 Comments

how hilarious is this dog?

dsc00348

Meet Simba, Nadina’s family’s female chau-chau dog. (Nala was just not a fitting name she said…so it’s a female dog with a male name). N’s parents are in Mexico so Tyrone and her are dogsitting. It’s hilarious, this dog has a mind of its own and there is nothing more enjoyable than a walk with a good friend, a charming furball of a dog, and the gorgeous Victorian crisp winter air. Plus I am always looking for a good subject of a blog — Nadina herself might be up next.

dsc00349

January?

dsc00352

We stopped to pick up something from Jess’ house and had a quick chat through the window.

dsc003511

dsc00354How can you resist that face? 🙂


9 Comments

reveal thyself!

I am not one for blogging games-ish-things-ish but apparently this is the week you’re supposed to lurk as you please…but also reveal (delurk?) to me… ergo, if you read my blog, whether I know you do or don’t… be courteous and ever-so-kind and tell me who you are by:

A. Leave a comment

B. Tell me something about yourself I wouldn’t know from looking at you (ie: you wouldn’t know from looking at me that I am freakishly afraid of frogs and I like when someone brushes my hair for me)

And since you read my blog obviously, I chopped off my hair hahaha so here is one more pic of me until the next time I have hair issues to talk about. (And if you look closely onto my computer monitor in the back, you will see that I was right in the middle of lurking… $5 Starbucks card on me if you can tell me whose blog I am creeping on? I guess in the spirit of delurking, I should reveal myself to her…

So, you know what to do… I will leave you to it! And I am making a face in this photo, FYI.

Cheers!

dsc00338


7 Comments

sweet harmony

Looks like my fiancé (he proposed on Sunday) and I can finally live in peace, freedom, and absolute harmony. But it is a sad, sad day for me on another front: my beloved Prison Break has been cancelled!!! Going out with a bang…this is the last season for all things Michael, Lincoln, Sara, T-Bag, and my new favourite: Mahone. I guess now we can concentrate on wedding plans.

wentworth-mller-b

stevenkingprisonbreak_l

Lincoln is still single, FYI.


4 Comments

it may look narcissistic, but…

These are actually for Auntie Anita. I told her that I’ve decided not to dye my hair anymore (for awhile anyways). I am getting a haircut on Tuesday so maybe by then I will chop off all that remains of 10 straight years of highlighting, dying, the whole bit. So here my sweet Aunt (and embarrassed-on-my-behalf readers), if my natural hair colour du jour. Enjoy the photos of me while they last, as they are probably not going to be on here permanently. And forgive the oily forehead? 🙂 🙂

dsc00289

dsc00278

dsc00285All natural! Haha. I can’t emphasize how weird it is.


4 Comments

running to stand still

praying-hands Sometimes I think it’s okay to share something if it means that people will band together behind someone else  before God. Such will be this.

I don’t think that it is a secret that all I’ve ever been sure of in my life is that I am going to be a teacher. Rather, my dream is to teach. Background: At Mount Royal College, where I did my first two undergrad years, I did a practicum in grade which reinforced to me that I want to teach older kids. In order to teach at a secondary level, one needs a completed undergrad degree in the specialized area he/she desires to teach. So I moved to the University of Calgary to further my way to my degree in English (Bachelor of Arts – Humanities with a major in English).

At the time, education was not standardized so if I got my degree in Alberta, I would not be as qualified to teach in BC as someone who got a degree here (such, I would be always a pay scale behind). So I opted to move here and because UVic has both a stellar Education and Humanities program, here I am.

Last year when I went to declare my major (English), I sought out the Education Faculty advisor first, who told me that I would be better off NOT majoring but instead, getting two minors (one in English and the other in History) so that I would have not one but two teachable areas, thus making me a more appealing candidate  for the program and imminently more hireable once I am done. After a week of prayer and intense thinking, I decided to change my degree to conform to that… so instead of having a Bachelor of Arts – English Major I will graduate with a Bachelor of Arts – General with a concentration in both English and History. Since I never planned to get a Masters or PhD in either of those fields, and because I got the go ahead from two Education advisors, I opted to fore go my English-majorhood.

On December 16, I went to the Education advisor again for verbal and written confirmation that I was on the right track. As she was explaining to me how I was more than eligible, my grades are fine, etc. etc. she warned me that History/Social Studies is the most popular area for people to apply into the program for. Meaning, out of apprx. 120 Post Degree students last year, 80 of them were for Social Studies (that means, only 40 covered the other avenues: English, Math, French, Biology, Chem…etc). She said even though I have the two teaching fields and good grades, she doesn’t know how I will measure up against the rest of the people coming through — fair enough. The big, scary concern is that generally, if they have too many people applying for something like Social Studies, and they have two teachable areas, they would just accept them into the one area, in my case English.

However, as soon as you are admitted into only ONE teachable area, you need 6 more courses.

Those six courses I WOULD have if I was an English Major.

Make sense? Basically, she said that if they cannot admit me into Social Studies, they cannot admit me into English either because I would not have enough classes. Even though they are the ones who told me to forgo the major to begin with.

This is where you come in.

I am absolutely terrified and afraid that I will not be accepted into the program for September 2009. If I am not accepted, then I would have to do a whole bunch of rigmarole to try to “cancel” my degree and come back for yet ANOTHER couple semesters for my UNDERGRAD. I just cannot do ANOTHER, a SIXTH, year of this degree. I cannot get motivated to finish THIS one even.

So if you don’t mind joining me on my knees, pray for God’s direction and His hand in these coming months. Pray that His will be done and that if He truly doesn’t give me more than I can handle, that I will be able to understand or handle it with grace if it doesn’t go the way I’ve been dreaming about. Please pray that the advisor was just warning me yet not telling me that that was how it was going to go. And please just get behind me before God as I hand in my application (It’s due January 31) for the teaching program. And that I do NOT need to do another year of this.

I often feel that it would be hard pressed to find someone who has wanted this so badly and for so long as I have, I don’t like the feeling that my dream is in the hands of a panel of people… and that it has been such a bumpy road, it has to amount to something, right?

Thank you.