Canada report # 20

So I am sitting in my class today and one girl in front of me takes out her lip cream and uses it, but after she is done she wipes her hand in to her chair. She is not the only one! Sometimes they wipe their hands into their pants (which is better) but when pour innocent furniture suffers it just breaks my heart. Can you imagine being a couch, divan sofa, chesterfield or whatever and they sit on you and than wipe their orange juice, their buggers, their chips leftovers or what ever there are consuming into your face (while they are still sitting on your face)?

Save the furniture and don’t be a helicopter!

P.S. Doesn’t make sense does it?

Canada report # 19

To be a Canadian one must be a genius!!!
This is what I am expected to remember and if you know me at all you know that numbers and me do not mix. (or is it "numbers and I"?)

1. Pin code of my debit card
2. Pin code of my second debit card (home land one)
3. My cell phone number
4. My home phone number
5. My home address
6. Home alarm code
7. Coop number
8. Student ID number
9. College locker number and combination lock
10. Gym locker number and combination lock
11. Date and day of the week
12. Birthdays of my friends and family
And there are much more that people are expecting me to remember. I have a friend who can tell you most of the phone numbers in his address book, he is a genius.
I do not think that I qualify to be Canadian! How do you guys do that?
Out of this entire list above I know only 2 numbers – guess which two and I will give you dollar.

Canadians are amazing people!!!!

Foreign guy’s secret identity

My mother taught me the love for stars
My father taught me not to like soccer
My sister made me fall in love with elephants
Because of my brother I studied computers
Andzhejs (my friend from camp) made me love recorder
Because of Tonijs & Janis (my roommates from university) I dislike smoking girls.
Because of Luis (friend from Oregon) I always try to sit on the very back of the buss and prefer pocket watch over wristwatch.
Because of David from Abbotsford I wear only white socks
Because of Carter I learned to love orange juice, pajamas and playing cards
Because of Julie I am learning to enjoy cleaning my room
Because of Whitcombs family I dislike dirty dishes in the sink.
Because of McPhail family I will always keep my home open fro foreigners and strangers
Because of Story family from Denmark I believe in wise women
Because of Mara I want to learn to listen
Because of Professor Knudson I respect Lutherans
I was thinking is there anything that is truly me but not just somebody who likes things because people I love like them.
This is the thing that I like for no reason – red color. This is the thing that I dislike for not reason – germs.

Isn’t it sad that I am formed out of other people’s likes and dislikes?

Or is it normal?

Canada report # 18

Today I had very North American experience. At work we have a Polish janitor. He speaks practically no English at all. Usually he just walks by and says hi. But today for some reason we started to talk. It was like playing charades. He decided to tell me how he escaped Soviet Union. He used sounds, mimics, body language and other creative means to tell his stories. He played out something like little sketches for me. He told me all the times he crossed border and how he managed to do that. He would involve me too. Some times I would play the part of police officer, sometimes I would play part of ambassador of Canada in Poland. It was a lot of fun. Only for some reason he would not believe me when I said (or tried to say) that I understand, so every story we had to act out at least 3 times. By the end I was yelling, “Yes I understand, just move on already!” I was amazed how much we could communicate; I think that this is his normal language. He lived in Canada for 14 years and still hasn’t learned English. I think he had a choice to learn English or to became very good at charades, it seems that he chose the charades. I wonder how did people explain him his Job Description or how did he got this job to beguine with.

Canada – truly the country of great opportunities.

P.S.
By the way I will give you a dollar if you will guess who this guy below is (tell me the show he is in)!!!

Self Destruction Button for Christ

Today one of my classmates told that he wishes that he would have a “self destruction button for Christ”.
I liked it. I think it is great to be able to live it all for God.
I wish I could do it.
I wish I could know how.
I wish He would be more real in my life.
I wish people could tell that I am passionate about Him.
I wish that He would do great things through me.
I wish God would use me.

For Once I Came Up With Something Profound

When we make mistakes we blame circumstances or something outside of us that made us do what we did. But if somebody else does something stupid we blame person’s character. When my friend is not talking to me and acts grumpy I think, “What a jerk, party pooper and selfish person he can sometimes be.” But when I act the same way I am like, “If only the universe would know what I am going through they would all be sorry for me. I wish I could be merrier, but my life is so horrible that I just want to die!” (see what kind of a drama queen I can be)
Or when somebody yells at his children in the mall we think that this is very angry and mean person what a miserable life these pour kids must of have. But when we yell to our kids (not that I have any, but when I will I will probably yell at them), we think that we have the worst kids ever, they just drive us nuts and I am saint just for not strangling them in that mall.
The moral of all that is this:
1) spend more time trying to understand others
2) do not assume that everyone understand you

The End

Log about nothing

One of my favorite English words is WHATSOEVER!

I do not have a reason for it, whatsoever. I just like the way it sounds. Actually it does not mean anything whatsoever either. It is just the some word to put in when you have nothing to say whatsoever or when you want to emphasize something.
When you use it too much it is almost if you would not use at all whatsoever.
Ok, you got the point!

Canada report # 17 (well it is more Calgary report)

It seems that I am not the only confused person in this city. Starting middle of November birds go nuts in this country. Every day you can lift up your eyes and you will see group of birds (in big V). They fly in all possible directions and they never stop. Now it is beginning of January and there were still many of them. You would think that by now they would make it to where ever they are going. But no they are still on the way. In a month or so they will calm down for a week or so and then all over only backwards. All possible direction until almost middle of summer. Go figure, eh?

Story about the boy by Foreign_guy

Once-upon a time there was a boy. When he was a teenager his father told him that he will never have a friend. “I never had a friend myself and neither will you. No one in our family is build for friendships. We were built for helping the world with cataclysmic events like world hunger and wars. And we are meant to be loners.” The boy did not know what are the cataclysmic events (and especially world hunger and wars), but he desperately wanted to have a friend. He dreamed about friendship similar to what David and Jonathan had.
At first he wanted to prove his father that he was capable of being a good friend. But soon it became and obsession. He was ready to please his friends, do for them all he could. He simply wanted to be the best friend for somebody, even if that meant to be somebody else.
Curse of his father was following him were ever he went. Some days he believed that his father was right. He wondered why anyone would want to be with him at all. Then he tried to solve problems of worlds hunger and wars, but he failed at that as well.
So now he is out there some were looking for somebody who would help him to break the curse of his father, and call him best friend.

I think there are so many people around as who are like this boy. We want to belong to something. It is something that you can count on and be sure that you will be there for somebody to help and support. I think that we do not need help, more than that we want to be the help for somebody else. We want to feel like we are needed and that there is somebody in the world who is happy that we are around. But maybe it is not just any random person, may be we want that our friend would need as just as much we need him. Today I did not treat my friend the way I was supposed to. Knowing him he probably won’t care. But in the days like this I fell like boy from this story that desperately is trying to break the curse of his father, but somehow keeps stumbling back into it.