Voices from the Heart

I’ll be singing at the University of Waterloo Choir’s concert this Saturday, come out and check it out if you have the time!

Date: Saturday, March 27 – 7:30pm
Location: St. John’s Lutheran Church, Willow St., Waterloo
Tickets: $10 regular; $8 seniors/students; children under 12 free


Merry Christmas to all…

…and to all a good night!

Sending You a Little Christmas

Short entry today, since I really should be working on my work term report. Yesterday was my company’s Christmas party. Good food and good times all around. It’s been snowing pretty hard lately, so I’m not surprised that some people that I expected there didn’t end up showing up.

I sat at a table with the rest of the co-op students, and we had a jovial dinner discussion. The part that stuck in my mind the best, or worst as it may be, is a terse discussion of why I didn’t bring a guest. Well, sorry. Sorry that anybody I might have asked is either somewhere in Ontario, or is studying for finals, or even both.

On another note, I heard this really touching song on the radio today, so I’m posting the lyrics here to share. No reason in particular, really…

Sending You A Little Christmas
Jim Brickman (With Kristy Starling)

A photograph, a blanket
Some mistletoe, confetti snow
An angel to put on a tree.
Santa Claus in crayon,
To make you smile today;
While you’re so far away.

So I’m sending you a little Christmas,
Wrapped up with love.
A little peace, a little light,
To remind you of
How I’m waiting for you, praying for you
I wanted you to see.
So I’m sending you a little Christmas,
Till you come home to me.

Some gingerbread, a candy cane
A stocking I made with your name.
I filled it with your favorite things.
A way to say I love you,
Like kisses through the air
Hoping you’ll feel me there.


Home – into these arms of mine.
Home where you belong.


Home, till you come home, To me.

Another Year Older

Another year has passed…it’s so difficult to believe that I’m no longer a teenager. No more late nights gallivanting throughout the city, acting completely immature. No more crazy parties where everyone is thoroughly inebriated by the time the party’s over. It’s time to turn the page on all those impetuous decisions and irresponsible actions, regardless of how much I’ve participated in them to begin with.

First of all, came the inundation of Facebook wall posts, cell phone text messages, and e-mails confirming the sad fact that – yes – I was indeed getting old. Perhaps even more exciting was that I’d be with friends celebrating my birthday this year. Not studying in the basement of the Davis Centre Library. Not pulling another late night because of IB. Maybe actually having a bit of fun for once…

To help me celebrate another year of – well – being alive, Jay decided to mastermind a diabolical plan. Faced with the daunting task of planning a surprise party but still keeping me informed… I still remember his cunning as he had to break the news to me:

we’re planning your secret party for next week
when are you available jon

The venue? Boston Pizza. Time? 6:30pm. The guest list? Somehow I was supposed to believe the guest list composed of:


So without a clue of what awaited me, I arrived at Boston Pizza (late of course, but fashionably). Felix, Ben, and Jason were in a corner somewhere…probably talking about the latest online golf thing, or whatever. Roger and Simon were somewhere around the door, smiling and ready to give me the gift that they so carefully picked out for me. Mike, Jay, and Chris were loitering about, outside and inside, trying to secure a table…

Fast forwarding a bit, since I’m trying to write a blog entry, not an essay…Tanya and Jenny arrive shortly after. At this time I believe I was revelling in the fact that Jay managed to pull off such an invite list, including people who didn’t really hang around or even know each other.

Long story short, we finally got a table (see: a few minutes = half an hour). Seating arrangement, in counter-clockwise fashion starting with the person on my right:


Jason took this opportunity to give me his carefully thought-out birthday card. To me, it looked hastily written on the back of a bus transfer, but I knew that appearances were deceiving. The text clearly wished me a happy sixteen and a half year birthday. I’d been wondering where that one went ever since my seventeenth… How you have a birthday and be part of a year old is beyond me though.

Tanya took care of ordering for us, since we’re all such indecisive souls. Three large pizzas for everyone, along with some miscellaneous orders from the peanut gallery (see: other end of table). Felix, in his attempt to get me drunk and make me do stupid things, bought me a drink. After some food and conversation, we were all about to call it a night. That is, until another surprise (gasp) occurred. No doubt about it, the wheel of fortune was in full swing.

After an embarrassing Happy Birthday from waitresses who seemed to think I’d be better named Justin, we all shared some cake, split the bill, and took off. Took off in the sense that we all stood outside for countless minutes and argued about what we should do next. Friendly arguing, that is.

I took this opportunity to open my present, which was a rather nicely coloured scarf from American Eagle. The embarrassing fact is that the only way I know how to put on a scarf is to either tie it in a knot around my neck, or just wrap it a few times over and let it dangle…

Of course, being the nice person that she is, Jenny just couldn’t watch me strugle with my scarf any longer. She just reached over and helped me out. Must have looked kinda cute to an observer; don’t ask me, I’m obviously not thinking about such things. At this point, others decide to join in the fun. Great, now I’m a dress-up doll, too. I just wrap it a couple of times around, and let it sit there.

Here ensues more chatter about where we should have gone, including a half-baked vote. We decided to call it a night, and people started leaving. Since we live in the same area, I decided to take the ride home that Tanya offered me. Which, as it turns out, was an offer for Jenny’s mom to drive me back, go figure.

My Cantonese sucks.

At any rate, end of story. No mysterious abductions, flying cars, space travel, time-travellers, or espers at the end of it all. Nothing but another, normal birthday celebration. Come to think of it, I could get used to this…

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