There's about 5 days in between each of my posts. Not bad.

So I've been hoping lately. I woke up quite distressed the other morning, so I went straight into the word. I flipped to Romans 8 and I started reading the passage most convenient for line of sight, which happened to be verse 18. It speaks of present sufferings compared to future glory. I was hopeless, lying there on my bed letting my thoughts get ahead of me. Then I read something, "For in this hope we were saved. But hope that is seen is no hope at all. Who hopes for what he already has?" It was a good verse, cause after that I started hoping instead of brooding. That day was amazing. I spent the whole day with God.

Today, I had to say bye to Nicole. I'm still not used to the bye thing, in fact I'm still terrified of it. I don't like saying goodbye, it's rather silly. Why can't we all just live next to each other like they do in Japan? It'd make keeping in touch easier. Well, Da Wei likes goodbyes. He said he, "Likes the moment." He's weird. But then again he's used to the goodbye thing, being a grampa and all.

My room is a mess, and I said I'd clean it after Dan left. Didn't happen. There are folders, random papers and drugs all over my table. Not sure where the drugs come in all of this. A couple bibles too. And it's almost nice to find "Would You Like to Know God Personally?" booklets all over my floor. Actually, maybe that's a bad thing.

I think this day has expired. I must rest my head, and my mouth. It tends to wander off--my head as well as my mouth.

tootles.

lol. Great time to update my blog. I can barely talk, my jaw is squishy, and typing is just about the only thing i can do (had my wisdom teeth removed). Anything else is entertainment for those around me.

Well, Dan has left. The last week that we was here was probably the best time i've had in Vancouver (enjoying its attractions anyway). We went to the Stanley Park, went to the aquarium, and then to Seattle. it was super.

lol. i'm drooling. I'm trying to eat this chinese rice porridge and the spoon keeps hitting my chin.

What do you write in blogs? Oh, I found a bracelet in my suitcase and it isn't mine. Is it yours? If it is... then I could mail it to you--that is, after I get it out of my dog. JK! jk about the dog part.

When I got home and saw my guitar, it was like seeing an old friend again. I...I can't explain it. She's been good to me all these years.

Well, off just about to hit the floor cause I took some drugs, so I best prepare by lying down on my bed.

Cheerio!