It may have been his heart-WRENCHING performance in say anything...or the way he sold me on the beta band's "3 ep's" in High Fidelity...or the fact that every character he's played has been a dorky fool-in-love...whatever the case...John Cusack...steals my heart away.
wait a second.
WHAT IF HE IS THE ONE WHO CALLED!!???!?!?!!!!
26.4.04
25.4.04
MISSED CALL!!!
Somebody called just before dinner...a boy...and my sister told him to call back in half an hour!!
BUT HE HASN'T!!!
Who is he? What did he want? Could we have hung out? Was he a friend I see often, or one I see rarely!?
Was it for a movie? Ice cream? Music? WHY DID HE CALL!!!??!!
BOY, boy, if you are reading, please call again! Dinner is over, and I have NO homework!!!
Somebody called just before dinner...a boy...and my sister told him to call back in half an hour!!
BUT HE HASN'T!!!
Who is he? What did he want? Could we have hung out? Was he a friend I see often, or one I see rarely!?
Was it for a movie? Ice cream? Music? WHY DID HE CALL!!!??!!
BOY, boy, if you are reading, please call again! Dinner is over, and I have NO homework!!!
mister God, this is Melinda.
Sometimes there are friends you have who just...know.
Not much is ever said, but what is in common is rooted in your hearts, and you just know. One day, your paths will intersect, run together for a time, but until then, each time they cross you are thankful once again for their long-distance friendship.
I ran into one such friend tonight. He and his wife, and their family, have blessed me a thousand times more than I deserve. The love they've shown me has been a light in darker times, and their lives are markers in mine. When I'm struggling with something, just barely slogging through each day, I know that they've been here too. Fighting. And I know they're cheering me on, too.
Wow. Praise the Lord for such depth of fellowship.
Not much is ever said, but what is in common is rooted in your hearts, and you just know. One day, your paths will intersect, run together for a time, but until then, each time they cross you are thankful once again for their long-distance friendship.
I ran into one such friend tonight. He and his wife, and their family, have blessed me a thousand times more than I deserve. The love they've shown me has been a light in darker times, and their lives are markers in mine. When I'm struggling with something, just barely slogging through each day, I know that they've been here too. Fighting. And I know they're cheering me on, too.
Wow. Praise the Lord for such depth of fellowship.
24.4.04
23.4.04
22.4.04
the end....
I decided not to go to camp this summer, for good reason, and definitely after much time spent asking God about it.
So, I'm fine with that. City summer, could be awesome...there are definitely some people here who I look forward to spending time with.
I had a few camp friends who were going to be staying home as well, and I was so stoked about that. They're good friends too, awesome people, and I was so excited at the prospect of hanging out with them. Still would be. Except...they're not staying home anymore.
Aiiya.
I can't even blame them, I mean...who would stay here...when you can be up there? It's beautiful, the night sky is incredible, you get to spend your summer OUTSIDE, with friends, working, but really, it's chill. And there's the faith aspect too, when it all works together, it can be really uplifting.
It's my God, you know, he's just pushing me to trust him more and more. Who knows? Maybe I'll meet a guy this summer who I never would have met, had I been way. Maybe I'll get other incredible opportunities, in ministry, in friendship, or with school and music...things that never would have happened while I was at camp. I actually have a lot of hope in my heart that this summer will be amazing. Seeing prayer answered in the real world context.
NOT HAVING THE BUBBLE TALK...that will be good.
I'm just so sentimental. And when you're in that state of mind, nothing bad filters through. I only remember the good, love-filled, stars and sunset times. The long conversations, hikes in the forest, drinking tea at sunrise (okay...I've never done that), but swimming, tanning, chilling on the field...
Problem is, I think a lot of it is sentiment. A lot of it is remembering the great traditions, but forgetting the Spirit who still moves today. Forgetting that he sometimes does new things. Forgetting that all the great memories in the world don't change a life forever. But meeting the eternal God does.
Anyway, I'll probably spend a few nights crying, missing what has been, wondering what is happening up at camp. And no doubt, I'll go and visit. But I think there's a lesson in continuity, in perserverence, in trust. I'm excited to be here. I'll miss the ones up there. But really...it's only 8 weeks.
If you see me in July and August, bring on the lovin', though. I'll be missing that the most.
So, I'm fine with that. City summer, could be awesome...there are definitely some people here who I look forward to spending time with.
I had a few camp friends who were going to be staying home as well, and I was so stoked about that. They're good friends too, awesome people, and I was so excited at the prospect of hanging out with them. Still would be. Except...they're not staying home anymore.
Aiiya.
I can't even blame them, I mean...who would stay here...when you can be up there? It's beautiful, the night sky is incredible, you get to spend your summer OUTSIDE, with friends, working, but really, it's chill. And there's the faith aspect too, when it all works together, it can be really uplifting.
It's my God, you know, he's just pushing me to trust him more and more. Who knows? Maybe I'll meet a guy this summer who I never would have met, had I been way. Maybe I'll get other incredible opportunities, in ministry, in friendship, or with school and music...things that never would have happened while I was at camp. I actually have a lot of hope in my heart that this summer will be amazing. Seeing prayer answered in the real world context.
NOT HAVING THE BUBBLE TALK...that will be good.
I'm just so sentimental. And when you're in that state of mind, nothing bad filters through. I only remember the good, love-filled, stars and sunset times. The long conversations, hikes in the forest, drinking tea at sunrise (okay...I've never done that), but swimming, tanning, chilling on the field...
Problem is, I think a lot of it is sentiment. A lot of it is remembering the great traditions, but forgetting the Spirit who still moves today. Forgetting that he sometimes does new things. Forgetting that all the great memories in the world don't change a life forever. But meeting the eternal God does.
Anyway, I'll probably spend a few nights crying, missing what has been, wondering what is happening up at camp. And no doubt, I'll go and visit. But I think there's a lesson in continuity, in perserverence, in trust. I'm excited to be here. I'll miss the ones up there. But really...it's only 8 weeks.
If you see me in July and August, bring on the lovin', though. I'll be missing that the most.
21.4.04
Okay folks, that's 6 down, 1 to go. After my jury (@ 2pm on Friday), I will be finished first year, well on my way towards a Bachelor of Music.
*sighs*
Feels pretty good, I'd say.
I know that there's a lot of work ahead of me next year, a lot of polishing, striving for excellence, not goodness. It will require more committment than I ever imagined, so once September hits, I'll be back in hermit mode. But don't worry. I'll make time for YOU, and if you need me...be not afraid to call.
Next week, I look forward to some time with my American friends, and after that...a summer of:
1. FUN (avec mes amis, et ma famille).
2. WORK (to make the money for school!)
3. MUSIC
4. SUNSHINE
5. RENEWAL
Pass the sunblock, mix the tapes, load up the gear...it's time...for....SUMMER!!!!!!
*sighs*
Feels pretty good, I'd say.
I know that there's a lot of work ahead of me next year, a lot of polishing, striving for excellence, not goodness. It will require more committment than I ever imagined, so once September hits, I'll be back in hermit mode. But don't worry. I'll make time for YOU, and if you need me...be not afraid to call.
Next week, I look forward to some time with my American friends, and after that...a summer of:
1. FUN (avec mes amis, et ma famille).
2. WORK (to make the money for school!)
3. MUSIC
4. SUNSHINE
5. RENEWAL
Pass the sunblock, mix the tapes, load up the gear...it's time...for....SUMMER!!!!!!
Tonight, en route to asap, I learned the words for Faure's "En Priere".
Beautiful song.
On the way home, I was thinking about some different things, and somehow got wondering about infidelity.
I was wondering about married perons who have affairs, and when their marriages break up, marry the person they were cheating with! That seems strange to me. Granted, I don't get relationships...but I would have assumed that the affair was more about sex than anything else, so...what's there to build a new marriage on?
Or maybe the cheater really wasn't into the marriage at all, and hence the affair was really a new, truly intimate relationship.
I don't know.
Kind of a touchy subject, I guess, but one that knocks me down sometimes. Some of the most amazing families I know have been wrecked by infidelity.
A puzzlement.
Beautiful song.
On the way home, I was thinking about some different things, and somehow got wondering about infidelity.
I was wondering about married perons who have affairs, and when their marriages break up, marry the person they were cheating with! That seems strange to me. Granted, I don't get relationships...but I would have assumed that the affair was more about sex than anything else, so...what's there to build a new marriage on?
Or maybe the cheater really wasn't into the marriage at all, and hence the affair was really a new, truly intimate relationship.
I don't know.
Kind of a touchy subject, I guess, but one that knocks me down sometimes. Some of the most amazing families I know have been wrecked by infidelity.
A puzzlement.
20.4.04
19.4.04
so it boils down to...
What does that mean, "it all boils down to...[blank]."?
I guess...when you boil something, it's going to eventually reach it's simplest state. I guess.
But ummm....my Music History final is tomorrow. The Renaissance! The Reformation and COUNTER-Reformation!
One thing I'll say about the Renaissance: SUCH beautiful music. Consonant harmonies...the kind that ring in your ears like spring air...oh my goodness.
Just lovely.
My favourite is playing...now.
Orlando di Lasso's "Tristis est anima mea". A Respond written for Maundy Thursday.
I guess...when you boil something, it's going to eventually reach it's simplest state. I guess.
But ummm....my Music History final is tomorrow. The Renaissance! The Reformation and COUNTER-Reformation!
One thing I'll say about the Renaissance: SUCH beautiful music. Consonant harmonies...the kind that ring in your ears like spring air...oh my goodness.
Just lovely.
My favourite is playing...now.
Orlando di Lasso's "Tristis est anima mea". A Respond written for Maundy Thursday.
18.4.04
Part 2.
"antecedent dolce collarbone acton resent coy asplenium blurt pessimist alienate torque watercourse ask chimpanzee gore picture forlorn utterance hairpin myosin camouflage cubic bibliography centric chen inconsistent opaque else temptress riyadh gentry carton coon traverse "
best jun-mail title EVER.
"antecedent dolce collarbone acton resent coy asplenium blurt pessimist alienate torque watercourse ask chimpanzee gore picture forlorn utterance hairpin myosin camouflage cubic bibliography centric chen inconsistent opaque else temptress riyadh gentry carton coon traverse "
best jun-mail title EVER.
why everyone needs a digital camera...or maybe just me.
Today, as I was driving on the #1 to Coquitlam, I saw a head of me...a stream of toilet paper.
WHAT!?
YEs, it's true. A flatbed truck carrying 3 port-a-potties was driving along, with toilet paper flying out of the potty nearest the rear of the truck.
I was LAUGHING...and then I was disappointed.
1. NO CAMERA!!! That would be been...MONEY!
2. nobody else in my car. Funny things are funnier with a friend.
WHAT!?
YEs, it's true. A flatbed truck carrying 3 port-a-potties was driving along, with toilet paper flying out of the potty nearest the rear of the truck.
I was LAUGHING...and then I was disappointed.
1. NO CAMERA!!! That would be been...MONEY!
2. nobody else in my car. Funny things are funnier with a friend.
17.4.04
Driving home thoughts, part 1.
I was thinking as I drove home today...and here are some of those thoughts.
I communicate a lot through physical touch/contact. Be it hand-holding, or hugging, or linking arms, or just putting my hand on someone's arm while I'm talking to them...One way I communicate is by touch.
It can also be called a "love language". Those are ways in which you receive, and usually give, love. I think there are four or six all together...six, probably. My primary ones are physical touch, words (so things that are said or written), quality time, and gifts.
Touch is so important to me though. It's a huge part of how I communicate. When I first meet a group of people, like when I started school this year, and I don't yet have friends who I know well enough to hug, I feel SO lonely. I mean, in the most comfortable of situations, I have friends who I can totally walk up to and hug, or snuggle with for few minutes...meh, it's just how I work.
But tonight, for example...no hugs. I was with a friend of mine...we go to concerts together and hang out and stuff like that...but he's totally different, as far as I can tell, in terms of touch. When I'm just with him, I totally feel strange...like I have to hold back those natural tendencies to make physical contact.
I started thinking about all this after he got out of my car...and that was it. Just..."bye". Totally like hearing all of a beautiful song...except the closing note. The experience has been awesome, but suddenly.....
you feel unsettled.
I feel unsettled.
I need a hug. A good, solid, rib-crushing hug. *sighs*
I was thinking as I drove home today...and here are some of those thoughts.
I communicate a lot through physical touch/contact. Be it hand-holding, or hugging, or linking arms, or just putting my hand on someone's arm while I'm talking to them...One way I communicate is by touch.
It can also be called a "love language". Those are ways in which you receive, and usually give, love. I think there are four or six all together...six, probably. My primary ones are physical touch, words (so things that are said or written), quality time, and gifts.
Touch is so important to me though. It's a huge part of how I communicate. When I first meet a group of people, like when I started school this year, and I don't yet have friends who I know well enough to hug, I feel SO lonely. I mean, in the most comfortable of situations, I have friends who I can totally walk up to and hug, or snuggle with for few minutes...meh, it's just how I work.
But tonight, for example...no hugs. I was with a friend of mine...we go to concerts together and hang out and stuff like that...but he's totally different, as far as I can tell, in terms of touch. When I'm just with him, I totally feel strange...like I have to hold back those natural tendencies to make physical contact.
I started thinking about all this after he got out of my car...and that was it. Just..."bye". Totally like hearing all of a beautiful song...except the closing note. The experience has been awesome, but suddenly.....
you feel unsettled.
I feel unsettled.
I need a hug. A good, solid, rib-crushing hug. *sighs*
need to goooooooo!
Tonight, I went to the symphony. As I was driving home, I realized...
I HAVE GO TO PEE!!!
But really, with capitals and everything, I HAD TO GO PEE!!!
But...all the gas stations were closed.
And it was midnight...so I didn't want to wake any of my friends (on the way home)...so I just drove, and went when I got here.
BUT...one of the roads I drove on was so bumpy...I held myself up off the seat with my left leg, otherwise...danger.
YEp.
I HAVE GO TO PEE!!!
But really, with capitals and everything, I HAD TO GO PEE!!!
But...all the gas stations were closed.
And it was midnight...so I didn't want to wake any of my friends (on the way home)...so I just drove, and went when I got here.
BUT...one of the roads I drove on was so bumpy...I held myself up off the seat with my left leg, otherwise...danger.
YEp.
15.4.04
the album: Guns, Cars & Sitars
the song: Punjabis, Pimps & Players
the follow-up: Bombay the Hard Way, Vol 2: Electric Vindaloo
the tune: Sexy Mother Fakir
All this thrown together with "Fear of a Brown Planet", and you've got the brilliance of east meets west....
And me, laughing out loud in my computer room.
(thanks aaron)
the song: Punjabis, Pimps & Players
the follow-up: Bombay the Hard Way, Vol 2: Electric Vindaloo
the tune: Sexy Mother Fakir
All this thrown together with "Fear of a Brown Planet", and you've got the brilliance of east meets west....
And me, laughing out loud in my computer room.
(thanks aaron)
