2009.

A Service trip to Honduras during March Break.



Great times with friends at Freshwind 2009

Best 18th birthday present ever: A trip to see The Sound of Music. Earlier that day was a specialty breakfast at Glendon college, and an Il Fornello dinner with family.
A tea party birthday party with my best girls: Scones, tea, and elaborate hats.


An exciting year for my first album: The Heart - CD release concert on April 18th.

Prom.

Graduation.
Dates with my favourite brother downtown. Favourite was dinner and poetry slam.
6 weeks spent in Trois-Pistoles Québec perfecting my french.

My first semester at Glendon College, with a full scholarship.

Other highlights of this year include Rumors production with the Upper Level Drama Class, different gigs in the Toronto area, leading worship at North York, Frosh Week at Glendon, and York U Gospel Choir on Tuesday nights.

Here's to 2009, here's to a new year, here's to seeing what God's going to do with it.

K

Anne.

I spent this evening curled up on the couch beside the fireplace watching the first part of Anne of Green Gables The Sequel.

The one where Gilbert Blythe professes his love to her - finally after all this time. And I realized, that this is the first time I've watched Anne of Green Gables The Sequel, and realized how head over heals he is for her. I guess I've always been to young to notice. It felt like I was watching an entirely new movie.

But it's not only Gilbert Blythe that makes this one of the greatest stories - but it's Anne spirit and character. It's her interaction with Marilla, her adventures in Avonlea, her messups with Rachael Lynd, and her trials at the Pringle school.

This story is the one story that I wish could be real. I know that there are people who go and visit Prince Edward Island, only to see the house used in this beautiful novel. And I find myself sometimes forgetting that it is only that; a story based on a real place.
But wouldn't it be great if in that house, you would find a happy, slowly aging, married Gilbert and Anne?

All I know is that if Gilbert Blythe took the time to tell me that he'd wait for me, man, I'd fall head over heals for him too.

K

It's Christmas Eve!

YAAAAAAYYY! That means presents tonight.

Oh, and Jesus - Him too.

K

It's Christmas time.

I used to be really into painting. In fact I have 7 painted canvases hung up on my wall, and a storage room downstairs with a shelf dedicated to paints, brushes, and art supplies.

I've never considered myself to be an incredible artist, but I've always liked how painting quiets me down. It takes me away for a little while, to a more peaceful place and it gives me a whole bunch of time to just think ... about everything.

I guess I forgot that feeling. Chalk it up to life, or the excuse of not knowing what to paint, or being busy and trying to stay on top of being a university student - which, by the way, is not as glamourous as it sounds ... really.

But since it's Christmastime I decided to pull out the old paintbrush and paint some Christmas cards - like I like to do every year for those of you that know me. Last year I didn't get around to it, which is a shame.

I take a blank white sheet of cardstock, cut it, fold it, and then paint on Christmas trees, and angels, manger scenes and snowmen ... anything Christmas-y that my little heart desires.

They're simple, but I like it that way.

I even put in a little extra effort so that they would look extra special this year.
I've done 5 so far, and I probably need a few more.

But anyways, I just thought I'd share that after a frustrating evening of studying and paper outlines, and uncertainty about the future - a simple enough thing such as painting cards has me feeling a little bit better.

Maybe everything is ... ok ... with the world after all.

K

Yea, soo I guess I just stop thinking...about you.

I write a lot of things down in this box - with the full intent of publishing it.

Most of it gets saved into a draft though, because I don't really want the whole world reading my deepest thoughts, and cares, and hopes, and loves.

Because diary blogs are overrated anyways.

But then, it ends up that I don't post a lot anymore.
Because anything I write ends up being closer to the diary entry prototype rather than just the everyday blog one.
However, the drafts generally get translated, by me, into a sentence - which I end up using to title these mundane blog posts such as celui-ci (this one).

Whatever, I guess we'll just chalk to up to "teenage angst".

K

Short, short, short.

I got my hair cut yesterday.
It's short.
...probably shorter than I wanted it.
It still looks great, but we just have to take some time getting to know each other (me and my hair that is)

K

I'm come to terms with it.

Finished my last day of classes today.
I have one more exam. Not until the 21st. Psych. Some say it sucks that I'm not done till then, but look at the bright side, at least I have time to study.

When I'm not studying however I will be going to christmas parties!!
I think I'm up to 5 now. 5 holiday parties. Wow, I'm popular!

K

I don't know.

Yea. I don't know.
They say distance makes the heart grow fonder.
But is it just an illusion of heightened fondness?

Because sometimes it's easier during the moments before you find out what the real picture looks like.
Like right before you find out if you got a part in the school play. Or the moment before you find out if you aced the midterm or not.

Or I guess before you find out if he has an inkling of fondness towards you as well.

Maybe not knowing is better.
Maybe the illusion of fondness is better than the crashing reality of lack there of.

Maybe imagining having the lead, or acing the test is better than actually knowing.

Am I convincing you?
Yea didn't think so.
Haven't convinced myself either.
In then end, you still just want to know.

K

It's December

I woke up this morning with very much reluctance, forcing my eyes to stay open trying realize that the dream world I just left is, in fact, not part of reality.

I went about my normal routine, took a long hot shower, and afterward made my way down to the empty kitchen to make myself some breakfast.

My mother put some Christmas lights up on our deck this past week, and seeing that I get up at an hour where the world is still dark outside, I flicked on the switch, and turned on the glorious lights.

Only when I turned on these lights did I realize that it was snowing. And not only that, but it was snowing my favourite kind of snow. Big clumps of snowflakes falling slowly to the ground.

I stopped by the door that goes out to the walk-out deck in my backyard and just watched it fall for a few minutes.

Needless to say, it made me feel just a little less sleepy, and might have put a tiny grin on my face.

K

Christmas season is here. There's no doubt about it.