"The 1 and Only Cheerios"

I remember when I was younger, seeing a TV ad for Cheerios, where there a bunch of kids running up this grassy hill at night time and they're all cheery and smiling. And when they get to the top of this hill, there's this giant radio/satellite dish (I think), and it's tilted so that it's like a bowl.

Then all the kids starting pouring milk into the giant "bowl" an they're still smiling. Then out come the boxes of Cheerios, and they get dumped in and so now there's bigger smiles and such, and they all start to eat it. So picture about 10 kids or whatever, around a giant bowl, all eating Cheerios digging in to this huge dish, and while they do so, they're still smiling/laughing at each other and enjoying the cereal. I think one was supposed to feel good after watching it.

Anyways, I think while growing up, my Mom only bought Cheerios once and I hated it. I don't remember if I persuaded her to buy it after watching that commercial, but if I did, I severely regret it and I now know what a stupid little kid I was for doing so. Cheerios are the pits. I don't care if it's healthy or if its low in trans fats. I don't care if it lowers the risk of heart disease or is part of a balanced breakfast. Cheerios were and are still disgusting to me.

They have this super Cheerio-ey taste and it's not sweet. Where's the sugar?!?! Where's the fancy coloured box?!?!? I don't want to eat cereal from a boring yellow box (nothing to do with racism...I hope) that doesn't taste like anything. (Honey nut Cheerios, however, are a completely different story. Yum.)

Almost all commercials I see now for Cheerios seem to be targeted at middle aged people and up. I rarely/(never?) see kids eating Cheerios in commercials. When I think about this topic, I sometimes wonder if there are any kids in realy life who currently each Cheerios. And if they do, why do they torture themselves? Or why do their parents torture them? In short, Bleagh + Wheat = Cheerios.

Wow this post was really pointless. Except now you know, I hate Cheerios. Because they taste bad. If you have read this last paragraph first, you could have saved yourself a whole lot of reading. Too late for that.

Daniel Asher Memorial

All Glory to God.

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For a beautiful, well-lived life, because he wanted to know and follow his Lord Jesus Christ.
We know Daniel's life was not cut short. It was God-ordained and his life's purpose was completed.
And now he's Home.

Life is funny

It’s not always hahaha funny, but also funny in the sense that we think we understand life, but then things happen and then we feel like we don’t understand it. We’re back to asking questions and answering them in our head.

I’m not sure how I feel. This situation still doesn’t feel real, so I guess it hasn’t fully sunk in for me yet. I’m not sure what I should do, or what I’m supposed to do. My mind is blank, but full of thoughts at the same time. I’m staring blankly ahead, but still focused on what I do. I reflect on what I remember and think silently. I can’t control anything. I don’t know anything. Things happen suddenly. Without notice, to everyone; “...for He makes His sun rise on the evil and on the good, and sends rain on the just and on the unjust.” That is God.

From my own experience, it’s almost never you get word that a friend has gone to be with Jesus. Passed away. Dead. But praise God, he’s not dead now. He’s in Heaven rejoicing (in his case, partying) where there is no suffering. I wonder why God chose for his time to be now. But really, there’s nothing I can do and no matter how much I question, the situation is still the same as it was five minutes ago, an hour ago, etc.

I thank God for the change He made in his life, for the better and to the glory of God only. In his own words:

I always felt the need for acceptance and importance...

I was raised in a Christian environment. My parents were very strict with me, ensuring that I had the right friends, was home before dark, and didn't go to parties throughout high school. I had to keep my crazy and spontaneous side of me under control.

However on my 18th birthday I unleashed myself, the rules no longer applied, I was now officially free from my parent's curfew. Here I am starting University, and I just had to join a Frat because of what I've seen in the movies (Old School), I wanted to blast off into what was supposed to be the best years of my life. Also, I knew that joining a fraternity was my own personal way of rebelling against my parents who totally went against that idea. After attending a couple of their parties, I received an invitation at the fraternity I was rushing at. Shortly after, I only had three things on my mind: girls, beer and myself.

A voice in the back of my head telling me "Dude you are totally not meant to be doing this!" It didn't make sense to me because I was having the time of my life. I felt accepted, and plus I could take advantage of my no-curfew. But something was missing...

The missing link was the purposelessness of what I was doing. I mean I can live my life, have a lot of fun, and perhaps make a lot of money, and maybe leave some mark in history but what will that mean to me after I leave this world? It will probably mean absolutely nothing, because I can't take all my worldly success with me when I die.

So I went back to my childhood roots, I remembered learning about God, and Jesus, and how they will love me no matter what. Well this was the end of my search for the "missing link", I knew whom to go to be accepted, to God! I immediately left the frat, and was in search for a new group who could help me grow - not grow financially, but grow spiritually!

Since then, I have not only found acceptance, but also I have found purpose! There are some pretty stellar benefits to all of this, for example having joy and being kind. I mean honestly, who doesn't feel good after doing something nice? I finally understand that the only way to feel satisfied is to know God. Nothing can separate us.

(From everyonehasastory.ca, February 2006)

Definitely not separated.

Daniel Asher
(September 17, 1987 – October 17, 2006)

And Laziness is...

...me. I'm lazy. Haven't posted anything in a while. But in a way that's good. That way, the Internet is not polluted by my kilobytes and crap. And there's less global warming. Actually, there's no relation there. Now I'm lying.

Some general things I've seen on public transit in the past few week:
- a bright yellow Ferrari (couldn't see what kind it was, drove too fast)
- I found an old lighter (fulfills my pyromaniacal pleasures)
- tourists......many many tourists
- a girl clipping her fingernails. Sitting beside me.
- a guy with green socks (they were SUPER green) reading The Real Terror Network
- a beautiful firey orangey light reddish outline above the horizon as the sun set, blending with the various dark blues in the sky

Oh yeah, Google bought YouTube. Wow. Maybe my Google conspiracy theory was right. Imagine some day, if Google buys an island in the middle of nowhere. Then they could start a country! Imagine if Google were to get a seat on the UN Security Council thingy! Imagine if Google started their own underground nuclear testing (oh yeah, the Democratic People's Republic of Korea did that yesterday)..... Bad Google.... Just kidding. Or am I? Well, since I want to keep using Blogger for free, yes, I am kidding.

Btw, YouTube is bad, if you enjoy watching TV and movies. I've watched so much Spider-Man (old Fox cartoon), caught up on an episode of the The Office I missed last week, silly hilarious Korean and Japanese game shows, Fight Back to School, Colbert Report clips, etc....
There's also tons of Just for Laughs and old Whose Line is it Anyway clips....
Ahhh laughter! And procrastination! Wait, that's bad.

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Saw gas today for 96.5 ¢/litre. It's been hovering slightly above and below $1.00 for a while.

Happiness is.....

....watching old Fox Spider-Man cartoons on YouTube and eating some sloppily made egg and bulk meat (corn beef I think?) sandwiches.
The happiness is only temporary though. After the cartoon ends, I have nothing left to watch. After I have finished eating the sandwiches, they are gone. All happiness is only temporary.

On the other hand, joy is everlasting. Unlike happiness, it's more than just a feeling. You can have it when you mourn or are excited. It can feel like it comes deep within you, and you may not be able to explain it when your current situation dictates that you should be angry or depressed. Joy is the result of when you no longer feel guilty from your wrong doings. You acknowledge the forgiveness of God and experience His love. And it strengthens you. Joy does not make sense, but you know it's good.
You [God] will show me the path of life;
In Your presence is fullness of joy;
At Your right hand are pleasures forevermore.
Psalm 16:11 (NKJV)
In Heaven, I'm going to eat a humongous sandwich.
Actually, I think in Heaven there will be better things.
Bam.

Tuesday - September 12, 2006

Well, the Terriblelands is more than one. That kinda went fast... and slow at the same time. Meh doesn't matter. Also, another year passes by 9/11, the marked day that will always be engraved in our minds (thanks to the media's constant replays) of the tragedy that hit pretty close to home. Sometimes things seem so meangingless.

But life's not. Thank God He didn't make it that way.

I'm pretty sore from last night. Played hockey at my church, the first night of the "season." But it felt good, and I got to run around so I'm content with the pain (if you're in the area, drop by at 7pm on Mondays to play). School still chugs away, and nothing out of the ordinary has happened. I'm trying to get involved in some paid research studies at school because some of them have pretty good pay (eg. $10 for 25 min doing a survey or whatever). That should be interesting. More or less.

Oh wait, something out of the ordinary did happen today. I saw a guy pee on a "wall" in front of more than ~75 people waiting for the bus at school. It seemed like I was the only one noticing it though. I should try and get a picture of the area so that my story is comprehendable. I was laughing, but disgusted at the same time. What a feeling.

Ok, go live your life now. Its passing by you know.

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Saw gas on Saturday, yetserday, and today for 98.9 ¢/litre.

12 Weeks left

Well, the first week of le semester has ended. It’s been good. I think it’s safe to say that I will probably enjoy most of my lectures and classes, partly because from what I’ve heard so far, the profs seem interesting. Also, I probably won’t have to do any quantitative analysis math junk. So there. But I will have to do a lot of writing. Boo writing. Boo it to the core. Boo. Bu, wo shi Jianada ren. Or Huaren

Well the first week of school has ended. It’s also been bad. I’m a little peeved at all the people. After taking the summer semester (bad grammar, I know) this fall semester feels like sardines. I mean this especially literally when on the bus. I blame all the returning students who have come back from work, and first years who just clog up everything. Good job people. You just made my life slightly/barely/noticeably miserable with your humongous backpacks and slow walking/standing in the middle of hallways/stairs/paths/doors. I need a big stick to poke or swat people who don’t know how to get their feet out of first gear. Grr.

And now something completely unrelated, if you ever need to do special printing/photocopying etc, don’t go to Quad Books in the Maggie Benston Centre. You may as well just call me up and ask me to kick you as hard as I can in your behind. And I can kick very hard. Bam!

But DO go to the Campus Printing Centre shop at the Cornerstone building. That owner is soooooo nice/personable/helpful. And its clean. And you don’t need to leave your backpack by the door. And it’s buttloads cheaper than Quad Books.
So remember: Quadbooks?
No.
Campus Printing Centre at the Cornerstone?
Yes.

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Saw gas for 100.0 ¢/litre today. Wow.

Just because gas is so interesting

It's been a top story on the news all day (or at least, the times that I've been watching the news). The national average for the price of gasoline is at a 5 month low; around 96 cents. I thought I noticed something strange when I saw gas for 101.5 ¢/litre last night.

I don't like that above statistic though, because it's still high for people on the westcoast.
Those bums in Brampton, Ontario are paying 76¢/litre.

Not that it matters....or as if anyone is reading this.
That was a rhetorical statement.

Float like a butterfly, sting like a wasp?

Welcome to the Friday Edition of Good News/Bad News. Let's begin.

Bad news: I was stung by a common wasp.
Bad news: Unlike bees, the wasp is probably still alive.
Good news: I was only stung once.

Bad news: I was stung on one of my toes.
Bad news: It hurt. Sharp intense pain the first few moments.
Good news: It wasn't on my face.

Bad news: I've never been stung before.
Good news: Went to the drop-in clinic and found out I'm not allergic.

Bad news: It still hurt when I was in the clinic.
Good news: The doctor gave me some antihistamine and cream for free.

Bad news: The swelling and inflammation on that toe was immense!
Good news: See the previous good news.

Bad news: The toe-pain now is comparable to the sorenes of a toenail being ripped off or a really really really really really really really bad stubbing.
Good news: I can still walk/run...for the most part normally.

Bad news: I hate wasps.
Good news: I will kill many wasps someday. Along with many other bugs.

Stay tuned within the year for the next edition of Good News/Bad News.
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Saw gas "come down" to 109.9 ¢/litre
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EDIT: August 27, 2006 - I'm pretty much all better now. Only used the drugs once. And gas was 107 ¢/litre today for a low.

New Terribleland content - ant page

I put up a new page today, about ants.
There are some pictures, (feauturing one large 2MB photoshopped picture) and a few videos.

Why did I make a page about ants? It's not exactly about them, but more of my recent experiences with them.
So check it out if you like, it's on the frame-menu to your left,
under the heading My Junk (specifically) ==> ant page.

If you do not see a seperate frame menu to your left with those headings and links, click here.
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I also moved the great tiber war, lance, and spider-man poses photograph galleries onto Flickr. Hurray for them.

Cosmic Conspiracy Theory

Thanks God, my time has been relaxing lately. It's been nice. No school is fantastic. Bam!

Okay, in case you haven't heard, especially on the news yesterday, it's said that astronomers (around 2500 of them from 75 countries meeting in the Czech Republic) are meeting to decide on the "universal definition" of a planet. This could lead to our solar system to have 12 planets instead of 9:

Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars, Ceres, Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus (wahahaaa), Neptune, Pluto, Charon, and "Xena" (2003 UB313).

Cool diagram here.
Anyways, if changed, that would mean textbooks and videos and blah blah, etc etc stuff would be changed.

You know what I think the real cause of all this fuss over adding planets and stuff is?
The astronomers are bored. And possibly lonely.
I think I speak for 96.82304% of all people on earth, that there are bigger issues to deal with... and that we don't really care.
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You may have seen this in an email forward. You can do this as you sit in front of your computer. Stick your right leg out and draw small circles in the air with your foot clockwise. Now, with your right hand, draw the number 6 in the air. Automatically, your foot will change directions. Fascinating!
(NOTE: If this does not work for you, you should seek professional help from a medical doctor, immediately.)

Let the summer begin!

Yeah! I had my last exam today! Woohoo! Narf narf zoooort! In retrospect, I think the amount of time I spent writing the exam today could’ve been shorter though. It was scheduled for 3 hours and I estimate I spent about 20 minutes daydreaming…teehee. Doesn't matter. Sigh. It feels strange that I have no immediate pressures or school work that needs to be completed to be handed in for marks or something. Aaaah. What a feeling.

Sooooo…… not much else is new with me, other than school finally being over. Oh wait, sudoku, I have to talk about sudoku. About a week and a half ago (maybe it was a week ago? my internal calendar is all messed up) I did another Friday edition of the sudoku in the 24 Hours and I completed it again, in under 50 minutes. I think they changed it; I think Thursday is the hardest now. Hmm. Oh yeah, I also did a sudoku recently in that inferior Metro paper in 4:41 minutes (take that, you inscrutable-under-13-minute-time-limit!)

Some general things to share:
In the last 254 lecture I had, the prof ended with something amusing. He talked about something that he heard about in the news. Paraphrased: “Most things we need are made in China. Like 99% [I made that figure up] of underwear is made in China. There’s some underwear you can buy here, but it’s very expensive and no one really buys that anyways. What would happen to us, if China just stopped making underwear? The world’s supply of underwear would be gone! What would we all wear?” And then he dismissed us.

In 207, one of the last things the prof said, paraphrased, was dealing with final grades and stuff: “It is certain that 17% [I made that figure up too] will fail this class. There is nothing you can do. If you get a ‘D’, you must re-take this class. A ‘D’ is a polite ‘F’. If you get a ‘D’ or an ‘F,’ do not hope that it will be changed. Miracles don’t happen. Jesus died a long time ago.” At this point, the class laughed (which I’m not surprised at anymore) and then he blabbed about something else. What a sad outlook on life.

And just for fun, here’s some words of advice a strange lady told me 2 weeks ago (I’m not kidding):
“Don't get hit by a truck. It'll screw up your life.”

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Gas has been in the 114.9 - 120.9¢/litre range.

[Sudoku.WJD = stupid news] & Weather.War

Do Friday' sudoku in 24 Hours. Monday is easiest. Friday is hardest. I got hardest! 

In less than hour! But I thought I mistake in center square near end. I frustrate. I scribble on sudoku. One minute later, I realize. I finish it properly. Satisfying.

Do sudoku in Metro's daily. Many many many times. Many many times I do under 13 minutes. Many many many times Metros says I am "Genius." 

 

What does "Genius" mean, hmm Metro?! They will hear from me. Probably later. After I procrastinate.

Signed up for World Jump Day. World Jump Day was July 20, 2006, 11:39 GMT. Or four AM pacific. I slept. It was not worth it. But I jumped yesterday.
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Weather, hot. Fourteen day trend of Vancouver (taken from Network du Weather site).

Yellow means now, white means average. Caramba.
Middle East still bombings. People take sides. People condemn. People die. People run. People pray.