I stroll along
13 November 2006
I stroll along
20 October 2006
01 October 2006
Is it by chance or was it meant to be? I left work an hour early feeling tired and hungry. I walked to the stop lights at Beatty and Nelson to find police barricading all intersections along
07 September 2006
I've been to the
15 May 2006
I get tired of living away from my country. I'm tired of living in other people’s culture that doesn't accept me as part of it. I grow very tired of the pollution and crowded streets. Where is the grass? Where are the blue skies of my childhood? I dislike a city that does not embrace the word "weekend". Where is the joy if I can't have a Saturday off to do the needed relax and catch up on things that didn't get done during the week? How I miss my home country. I dream of the day when I will be home. The first thing I will do is get on my bike and ride it until I can't ride it any longer. The freedom I will have.
26 April 2006
28 March 2006
I use to wish on green grass when I was younger. I wanted the future to come, I always wanted to be somewhere else and my dad would always coin the phrase, 'the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence'. He taught me to live in the now. If I couldn't enjoy where I was now I would never be happy with the future. If I was to busy looking for the future, I would miss it when it finally became the present. Well I have grown up and adulthood has finally solidified at age 25. I recently had a discussion with my dad about life and the subject and it played out like this:
J: To me now the grass is brown on both sides! I haven't seen green grass in a long time, I am surrounded by concrete.
D: Don't worry, Heavenly Father keeps you close to green pastures, you just have to focus on what is in front of you.
J: Yeah, I know but sometimes I wish I could just be a horse and live on it.
D: Yes, real grass is nice but horses probably need prairie grass.
D: It's not too green, mostly brown.
J: Not if I live in
D: The weather is not so good there.
J: Bottom line, I am not a horse and I can only look at it. I like green grass. It makes me feel happy. It's plentiful in
D: Kids eat it.
Picture: North Stradbroke Island Australia, looking for grass.
22 February 2006
It's been way to long since my last post. I've been waiting for the right thing to add but it just hasn't come. But for the past month McKay and I have been fostering kittens from the SPCA here in Hong Kong. Our first Kitten was Mao Mao who was a beautiful tortoise shell coloured creature that loved to fight, fight, fight. I had a hard time giving her back to the SPCA but I'm happy to report has already found a permanent home. I wanted to be selfish and keep her to myself but our circumstance wasn't fair to the little cat. So now we have a new foster in our midst. Her name is Ducky. When we first took her home, all she did was meow which didn't really sound like a meow but more like a quack. This tiny ball of fur waddling around quacking, was just too funny. She sleeps, sleeps, sleeps all day long. This one is not a fighter but a lover. She loves to be pet, and soak in as much attention as she can get. Two very different characters. But lovable all the same.
09 January 2006
In 1929, the Montreal Daily Star's Morgan Powell - clearly Quebec equivalent of Toronto critic Hector Charlesworth, who liked to bear-bait the Group of Seven - denounced paintings by the Beaver Hall women, saying they were "marred by crudity of colouring, harsh tones, and neglect of drawing." - Alison Gilmore
Quebec's Group of Seven - CBC Arts & Entertainment