<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3734109958427245202</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:37:28.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>T's Guide to BC</title><subtitle type='html'>my personal (torontonian-biased) notes of explorations, observations,and experiences of living in BC</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsguidetobc.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734109958427245202/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsguidetobc.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>tracy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3734109958427245202.post-8201079721514641333</id><published>2011-09-14T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T00:30:03.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my bucket list</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1. Bungee jump&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Wf24LmB0F0/TQECtSSG5DI/AAAAAAAAABA/axaSbPANr-k/s1600/Bungee+Jumping+at+Queenstown.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Wf24LmB0F0/TQECtSSG5DI/AAAAAAAAABA/axaSbPANr-k/s320/Bungee+Jumping+at+Queenstown.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Go white water rafting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bannistersandkin.ca/Whitewater_rafting_at_Panarama__BC_002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://www.bannistersandkin.ca/Whitewater_rafting_at_Panarama__BC_002.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Learn how to surf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.alaska-in-pictures.com/data/media/7/wave-surfing_9424.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://www.alaska-in-pictures.com/data/media/7/wave-surfing_9424.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Live on a beach in California&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lagunahomes.ocregister.com/files/2011/03/LB.31711seacliff1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://lagunahomes.ocregister.com/files/2011/03/LB.31711seacliff1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Write a book&lt;br /&gt;7. Get a tattoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to win the $500 &lt;a href="http://budgetsaresexy.com/"&gt;Budgets are Sexy&lt;/a&gt; giveaway, sponsored by &lt;a href="http://www.lifeinsurancefinder.com.au/" target="_blank"&gt;Life Insurance Finder&lt;/a&gt; hope i win!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3734109958427245202-8201079721514641333?l=tsguidetobc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsguidetobc.blogspot.com/feeds/8201079721514641333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3734109958427245202&amp;postID=8201079721514641333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734109958427245202/posts/default/8201079721514641333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734109958427245202/posts/default/8201079721514641333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsguidetobc.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-bucket-list.html' title='my bucket list'/><author><name>tracy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Wf24LmB0F0/TQECtSSG5DI/AAAAAAAAABA/axaSbPANr-k/s72-c/Bungee+Jumping+at+Queenstown.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3734109958427245202.post-2948423694554635362</id><published>2009-11-13T18:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T18:28:34.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes i am forgetful</title><content type='html'>as i settled into routine life and work in this beautiful city, i forgot to be thankful for how i got here. i know you're all probably sick and tired of hearing about it for the millionth time.. but i've been reminded lately of how much favour God has lavished on me since coming here, and i still can't wrap my head around it- why me, God? and i didn't even do a single thing besides receive the blessings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but God didn't just stop there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had to move out from my other place in Vancouver (miss living there sooo much cuz it was so central!) cuz of my landlord, and the endless killings of daddy long legs cuz it was a basement. i decided to try and find a place in 2 days, so i could give my landlord 30 days notice, haha.. and not only did i find a place in just 2 days, but it was cheaper (and the price i was hoping to pay), twice the size of my old place, has high ceilings, radiant heating, stainguard carpet, and CABLE TV!!!!!!!!i haven't had cable for 6 years, so it's quite awesome. it's in Richmond, where basements don't exist, so no more spiders either! so basically i got everything i was looking for, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;then&lt;/span&gt; some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i got another job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a call for an interview a week before i moved, and when i went to see her 2 days after i  moved, she basically hired me on the spot, just like w/my other job! she had my resume from LAST November, so she called me, because her chinese MT was going on mat leave in January. it's only a 5 min drive from my new place, and i don't even have to quit my current job because she's going to work around my schedule, so i'll be going from working 13hrs/week -&gt; 28hrs/week in January!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the job came pretty  much out of nowhere, and happened SO quickly too. i think she hired me on the spot mainly cuz i'm chinese and they do a lotta work w/chinese residents there haha.. but i've actually never worked w/chinese seniors before (ones who only speak chinese), and singing mando/canto songs! so after orientation w/the MT, i thought i'd be totally screwed cuz i can  barely get by reading and speaking chinese, let alone singing songs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but God took care of that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that same week, there was a MT workshop on songs to use w/multicultural people, and one of them worked w/chinese seniors, so i got some resources there, and then i went to the local MT conference 2 weeks later, and there was a workshop specifically for chinese songs!! seriously, what are the chances?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been blessing after blessing after blessing... and just when i thought His extravagance had come to an end, He gave me even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt;. there has never been such a time as this in my life (well, as far as i can remember anyway) and i don't understand why, because i'm no better than the next person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually what inspired me to write this post was because when i attended the MT conference, and talked/listened to other MTs, i realized how FREAKING lucky i was to have only 2 jobs = (nearly) full-time hours. because typically when people start their MT careers, they'll have multiple jobs at different places, working a few hours at one location, then traveling to another to work for another few hours. i'm talking like 3-5 different places, and that's just the norm because it's much cheaper to hire a contractor (no benefits/paid holidays) for a few hours/week instead of employing an MT full-time (w/benefits, etc).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and while i told people i found my first MT job in 3 months, in reality it was really only ONE month (including the time spent sending out resumes), which is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt;, especially for a specialized profession as this, because we're not like accountants where companies hire a number of them, but each place only hires one MT, so once that position's filled, that's it, end of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the conference, i didn't even want to tell people about my second job, because i felt so bad that some were still struggling to find contracts, while i was basically set in terms of working hours in just less than a year of working. i'm just incredibly blessed and humbled by His extraordinary show of love on me. and all i can do is praise Him and testify of His goodness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3734109958427245202-2948423694554635362?l=tsguidetobc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsguidetobc.blogspot.com/feeds/2948423694554635362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3734109958427245202&amp;postID=2948423694554635362' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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of the items are driving related, since those are the biggest differences i've noticed, in comparison to TO :P&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(note: not all things apply to me, points if you know which ones!)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know you're a vancouverite when...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-you can cross any street without being afraid of getting run over&lt;br /&gt;-you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hate &lt;/span&gt;starbucks but still drink it cuz it's on every corner&lt;br /&gt;-you don't honk even when people cut you off, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;you brake for them (same goes for  pedestrians)&lt;br /&gt;-you think a $7 meal is cheap&lt;br /&gt;-you think anywhere further than a 30min drive is too far&lt;br /&gt;-you complain that it's too cold when the temperature drops below 15 degrees&lt;br /&gt;-you can parallel park on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;both &lt;/span&gt;sides of the road, and without feeling bad for the cars waiting behind you&lt;br /&gt;-you know at least one person who &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; need to work a day in their life, but works anyway because they need to kill time somehow (i'm not bitter, just tell me how to make this happen!)&lt;br /&gt;-you always carry extra change in the car for meter parking&lt;br /&gt;-you use the mountains as your compass (north)&lt;br /&gt;-the smell of weed outside the mall, restaurant, street, etc. doesn't faze you&lt;br /&gt;-you keep an umbrella in your car permanently, because it rains 9 months in a year&lt;br /&gt;-you drive in the alleyways behind houses like they're real streets&lt;br /&gt;-you automatically link one's socio-economic status to their home address (west van=filthy rich; east van=middle class)&lt;br /&gt;-you drive around and around just to find free parking&lt;br /&gt;-you realize that you are one of many other Torontonians who've moved here&lt;br /&gt;-you enjoy going to tiny, hole-in-the-wall restaurants to eat, because only locals know them&lt;br /&gt;-you take sushi for granted, cuz it's everywhere&lt;br /&gt;-you are scared to drive when there's a couple of centimeters of snow on the ground&lt;br /&gt;-you call every other race by their derogatory name except for blacks&lt;br /&gt;-you refer to Toronto as the big ugly city&lt;br /&gt;-at least &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;half &lt;/span&gt;of your income goes towards your rent/mortgage&lt;br /&gt;-you go to the club at 10pm to avoid lining up (they close @2am)&lt;br /&gt;-you aren't scared to be vocal with other drivers when on the road (i once saw a chinese man get out of his car to yell at the guy behind him who was honking)&lt;br /&gt;-you can honestly say that Vancouver is the best city to live in&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3734109958427245202-4466199479861778933?l=tsguidetobc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsguidetobc.blogspot.com/feeds/4466199479861778933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3734109958427245202&amp;postID=4466199479861778933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734109958427245202/posts/default/4466199479861778933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734109958427245202/posts/default/4466199479861778933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsguidetobc.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-know-youre-vancouverite-when.html' title='you know you&apos;re a vancouverite when...'/><author><name>tracy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3734109958427245202.post-807401110412455000</id><published>2009-08-16T02:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T02:33:51.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>crazy goodness day</title><content type='html'>i would say it's arguably one of the best days i've had in a while...my life isn't very exciting ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it all began in the early morn with a $2 tank top sale @old navy, because i dyed my white tanks pink in the laundry, so i bought 5 new ones for $10, which was the reg. price for ONE tank. SCORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then on my way home, i JUST missed getting another ticket at the same stop sign from last summer: i was the first car and i braked, but i don't think i stopped for the full 3 seconds, since i wasn't really awake yet, and then i noticed the police car right there, so i braked again like there was another stop sign ahaha and when the car behind me pulled up beside me, the policeman came out and stopped the other car and let me go!!!!PHEWWWW.. God &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;definitely &lt;/span&gt;saved me there!!cuz usually it's the first car that gets screwed lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i headed for granville island to meet up w/steve and adrian, where i got a little pink from sake tasting (cuz i didn't eat anything yet!)..then i had a scallop burger, during which i got a call from a friend currently training in the navy (and has limited means of communication) - yayyy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i got ANOTHER call from a rental place i fell in love with yesterday, but had lost hope for because he wanted someone for sept 1st, but i could only move on the 15th, because i had to give my landlord 30days notice. so he agreed to it!!!!! it's at least 2x the size of my place now, it's NOT a basement, and it's cheaper, all inclusive-basic cable too!oh, and 9ft ceilings or something...and i've only looked for 2 days. this was probably the best and most exciting part of the day-month, even! because i'd given up already, since he was pretty adamant about starting on the 1st, and then everything just turned around, just like that! only by His hands, that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we happened upon a hippie festival in kits, which turned out to be a 40yr anniversary celebration of woodstock, where i discovered the new opening of david's tea on 4th!!!!which i'd only found in TO last summer and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thoroughly &lt;/span&gt;enjoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went to a chinese wedding banquet accompanying lina, where we were 2/6 people at a 10 person table, meaning....everyone took home at least 2 boxes of food each and a full stomach..then walked it off at the night market to finally end a long, eventful but definitely aweeesome day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so excited(or wired from the 2 caffeine doses..) the whole day, i was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seriously &lt;/span&gt;worried i'd get into some big mess, like a car accident or something cuz i was floating on cloud 9, and i enjoy driving especially even more in that state of bliss, so carefree and easy.....it just might not be fit for the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow i'm tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3734109958427245202-807401110412455000?l=tsguidetobc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsguidetobc.blogspot.com/feeds/807401110412455000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3734109958427245202&amp;postID=807401110412455000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734109958427245202/posts/default/807401110412455000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734109958427245202/posts/default/807401110412455000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsguidetobc.blogspot.com/2009/08/crazy-goodness-day.html' title='crazy goodness day'/><author><name>tracy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3734109958427245202.post-5861824826566002876</id><published>2009-08-10T00:19:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T00:28:05.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i wish i had a better memory</title><content type='html'>so that i can remember all the things God has said to me, and not have to go through repentance for the same things over and over again.. so i can walk in His truth everyday, as His daughter, and not listen to the devil's deceptions in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm i guess reading the Bible more would help too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3734109958427245202-5861824826566002876?l=tsguidetobc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsguidetobc.blogspot.com/feeds/5861824826566002876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3734109958427245202&amp;postID=5861824826566002876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734109958427245202/posts/default/5861824826566002876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734109958427245202/posts/default/5861824826566002876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsguidetobc.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-wish-i-had-better-memory.html' title='i wish i had a better memory'/><author><name>tracy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3734109958427245202.post-1248010868898083263</id><published>2009-07-26T23:13:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T23:29:28.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brooke Fraser - Shadow Feet</title><content type='html'>Walking, stumbling&lt;br /&gt;On these shadow feet&lt;br /&gt;Toward home, a land that I’ve never seen&lt;br /&gt;I am changing&lt;br /&gt;Less and less asleep&lt;br /&gt;Made of different stuff than when I began&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have sensed it all along&lt;br /&gt;Now fast approaching is the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the world has fallen out from under me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I’ll be found in You, still standing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the sky rolls up and mountains fall on their knees&lt;br /&gt;When time and space are through&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be found in You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s distraction&lt;br /&gt;Buzzing in my head&lt;br /&gt;Saying in the shadows it’s easier to stay&lt;br /&gt;But I’ve heard rumours of true reality&lt;br /&gt;Whispers of a well-lit way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You make all things new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the world has fallen out from under me&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be found in You, still standing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Every fear and accusation under my feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When time and space are through&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be found in You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param 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Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734109958427245202/posts/default/1248010868898083263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734109958427245202/posts/default/1248010868898083263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsguidetobc.blogspot.com/2009/07/walking-stumbling-on-these-shadow-feet.html' title='Brooke Fraser - Shadow Feet'/><author><name>tracy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3734109958427245202.post-934875870715835244</id><published>2009-06-24T11:06:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T11:13:08.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:monotype corsiva;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Missing someone isn’t about how long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:monotype corsiva;font-size:180%;"  &gt;it has been since you have seen them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:monotype corsiva;font-size:180%;"  &gt;or the amount of time since you’ve talked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:monotype corsiva;font-size:180%;"  &gt;It’s about that very moment when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:monotype corsiva;font-size:180%;"  &gt;you’re doing something and you wish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:monotype corsiva;font-size:180%;"  &gt;that they were right there with you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3734109958427245202-934875870715835244?l=tsguidetobc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsguidetobc.blogspot.com/feeds/934875870715835244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3734109958427245202&amp;postID=934875870715835244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734109958427245202/posts/default/934875870715835244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734109958427245202/posts/default/934875870715835244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsguidetobc.blogspot.com/2009/06/missing-someone-isnt-about-how-long-it.html' title=''/><author><name>tracy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3734109958427245202.post-8684058128586189107</id><published>2009-06-19T01:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T01:08:20.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>even after everything</title><content type='html'>after all that's said and done, at the end of the day, a big part of my heart is undeniably still in toronto, with my family and friends i've known for 10 years, or even in the last few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what it is, but it seems like every time i go back, it gets harder and harder to leave. isn't it supposed to get &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;easier&lt;/span&gt;?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess it's true what they say, distance makes the heart grow fonder..it happened between my sisters and i. we were never really close/got along until i moved here, i mean the middle one and i were even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;housemates &lt;/span&gt;in university for a term, and we definitely did not click. she's always been closer to my youngest sister, even though their age gap was 5 years, while ours was 2, but now she listens to my opinions, and we actually talk! granted, she is more mature and in a different place in life now, which changes many things. but the growth in our sisterhood came unexpectedly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as were the newer friendships i formed only after i left, while previously existing friendships faded away...it doesn't really compute, but life's just funny that way. nothing ever happens the way you expect it to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some of my TO friends are still surprised when they find out that i'm planning on staying out here indefinitely/permanently/whatever you want to call it, even though i had decided that over a year ago already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was really tough to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;physically &lt;/span&gt;get on the plane and come back.. to leave the ones i treasure deeply, especially my family, whom i can never talk about without getting emotional, not really knowing when we'll see each other again. i wanted to run back out of the airport gates like they do in the climax in the movie, when they realize what a huge mistake they're making, and they run like they're running for their life, until they finally catch up to their loved one and they reunite in a big embrace with tears running down their faces uncontrollably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......yeah, i like drama. haha there, i said it. that, and singer/songwriter/guitarists like gabe bondoc..omggggg if i could marry him i so would. then he could play and sing for me everyday, all the time, without break. why are those ppl all in CALI!?!why can't they be here in vancity?!sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry tangent!"MOR-MON, MOR-MON"!!!!&lt;br /&gt;rofl..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. i need sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to my point.......i guess that's why i've been slow in attacking my accreditation...because i'm scared, and it means i'm really really saying that i want to be here permanently (not that i haven't already), but it's like another brick i'm laying down, that further cements my decision to be here, until the point of no return. wellllllll, i guess that's not true, but i would have invested a lot, and it'd all go to waste if i moved back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly the biggest differences between the 2 cities are: church and nature (and family obviously, but i have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;awesome &lt;/span&gt;friends in both places, just more in TO, sadly.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only thing keeping me from going back is my church community-my amazing CG who loves and gives and supports to no end, the pastor whose sermons get me right there, and the crazy prayers i receive. there is no other place i've ever known like this before, and i've learned soooooo much since i started going. i've learned how to pray with more of His authority and how to rely on Him for things i thought i could handle on my own...only to see how much GREATER things can be when i do rely on Him. He's shown me how well He truly knows who i am, and just showers me with His goodness because i am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me.&lt;/span&gt; i don't believe i would've been able to experience the same extent of this crazy, over-the-top love had i stayed in Toronto, sooooooooo we're back at square 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i knew the conclusion before i wrote all this, but this is for all you people in TO, so you know how much y'all mean to me, that you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still &lt;/span&gt;make me go back and forth, wishing for what i don't have, long after i knew what the final answer would be anyway. it's torturous, believe me, but i needed to remind myself of the reasons why i need to be here, because i was pretty depressed to be back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so to my TO peeps - just cuz i'm here doesn't mean i love you guys any less!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3734109958427245202-8684058128586189107?l=tsguidetobc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsguidetobc.blogspot.com/feeds/8684058128586189107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3734109958427245202&amp;postID=8684058128586189107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734109958427245202/posts/default/8684058128586189107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734109958427245202/posts/default/8684058128586189107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsguidetobc.blogspot.com/2009/06/even-after-everything.html' title='even after everything'/><author><name>tracy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3734109958427245202.post-490956337269025803</id><published>2009-06-01T00:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T00:59:27.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>attitude changes everything</title><content type='html'>ever since i moved from my apartment in burnaby to a basement suite in vancouver, i've had no shortage of computer/internet problems. for over a month, my laptop would crash whenever i tried reconnecting to the internet, which was probably about 10x a day. it got to a point where i was ready to smash it on the ground/throw it into the ocean and i was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thisclose &lt;/span&gt;to buying a macbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then my landlord moved out from upstairs, and a new family moved in, but we didn't have internet for nearly 2 weeks, because telus couldn't come to install it earlier (landlord had shaw). i don't have computer/internet access @work (not to mention i'm only there for like 15hrs/week) and there weren't any unsecured networks around, so i had to go to the library/starbucks every day just to check email/fb/twitter etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about 2 weeks after we got internet, i got a note from the family upstairs saying they couldn't share internet with us (me and girl in the other suite) anymore, because there was a copyright infringement complaint filed against them! the other girl had downloaded a CSI torrent @work, and brought it home to watch..&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so be careful those of you who d/l!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i had to call telus and get internet installed downstairs, and this is where things got really interesting!the earliest they could come was a week later, which meant another week @the library/jackie's/starbucks. when the guy came to install internet, he said he didn't have a modem for me because the order didn't say i needed one. i called telus to ask why i didn't get a modem, and they said they made a mistake on the order so they'd get one to me the next day. it didn't come the next day, so i called them again to ask where it was, and they said it got sent to my old address. installation guy got it right, why didn't they get it right this time? then they said the earliest they could get the modem to me was a &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;week &lt;/span&gt;later, because they depended on canada post's schedule. no idea how that works, since they were able to send it to my old address the next day, but not this time?very strange indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally received the modem a week later, only to find that there was no internet connection. i called them again and they said someone would get back to me within the next 3 days. that was the last straw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a week of phoning telus almost everyday, being put on hold, yelling at the manager, getting frustrated and waiting for the modem and callbacks, i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;finally &lt;/span&gt;got internet at home! that was the climax of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 months' worth&lt;/span&gt; of comp/internet frustrations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what changed? i was sick and tired of being frustrated and pissed off, but i couldn't help it, because i've never had this much trouble with internet ever..and then i dropped my phone on the ground and the touch screen didn't work at all, so i was totally freaking out, since it was all i had left to connect with the world. i cried and then i decided to just accept it and let it go, since there was really nothing else i could do. part of life, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i started singing some worship songs...cuz i remembered what my pastor said that sunday-when we worship and sing praises to God, we're sticking it to the enemy! haha.. the next day, telus called and said i was lucky, cuz a technician was able to drop by that day and see what was wrong with the connection, turned out that the first guy didn't connect it properly, so he fixed it, and i finally &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;finally &lt;/span&gt;had internet working. later that night @CG, i showed my phone to DK and he just snapped it back together and it worked again! i was so frustrated the day before i didn't even notice it had cracked open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything was made right again in just one day!after i decided to let it go, and realized that i am not lacking anything to survive, to say the least. i have a job, a place to live, food to eat, enough clothes to last me 2 months, supportive family and church community...i have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;much &lt;/span&gt;more than i actually need, so i have no right to complain. but of course, it's always easier to say once you're on the other side..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3734109958427245202-490956337269025803?l=tsguidetobc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsguidetobc.blogspot.com/feeds/490956337269025803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3734109958427245202&amp;postID=490956337269025803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734109958427245202/posts/default/490956337269025803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734109958427245202/posts/default/490956337269025803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsguidetobc.blogspot.com/2009/06/attitude-changes-everything.html' title='attitude changes everything'/><author><name>tracy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3734109958427245202.post-7099820275784524050</id><published>2009-05-04T17:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T17:58:00.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>home</title><content type='html'>so i have to admit, i've been feeling kind of homesick recently.. usually that happens when life's not going so well, which was the case in the last couple of weeks. when i'm homesick, i crave for the company of family and friends, my mom's homecooked food and milk tea, and chinese food in TO. (i love food ok?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when things get &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;bad, i actually think about going home, as in moving back to TO. (yes, i experience temporary moments of insanity)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess it's still my place of refuge and comfort, even though i've been living in Vancouver for almost 2 years now. (crazy huh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but God knows me too well, and yesterday as i got prayed over by church leaders, the FIRST thing justin said was "home", and "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you've found your home already, and your home is here.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;true story. thanks for making it loud and clear, big guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've known that for a long time...but still have yet to let it go. i have to stop calling TO my home, cuz it's not anymore. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vancouver's my home now.&lt;/span&gt; sounds big and scary.. when i meet new people, most of them are surprised when i tell them i moved from TO by myself. i'm surprised too, actually now that i think about it.. definitely couldn't have done it if it wasn't in His plans for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3734109958427245202-7099820275784524050?l=tsguidetobc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsguidetobc.blogspot.com/feeds/7099820275784524050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3734109958427245202&amp;postID=7099820275784524050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734109958427245202/posts/default/7099820275784524050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734109958427245202/posts/default/7099820275784524050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsguidetobc.blogspot.com/2009/05/home.html' title='home'/><author><name>tracy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3734109958427245202.post-3948139933291063342</id><published>2009-04-11T00:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T00:38:46.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the moments i work for/why i love my job</title><content type='html'>many times when people ask me how my job's going i don't always have the best response.. because i forget things easily, and the tiredness and sore throat stay with me long after i finish working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when work is over, i forget about it, and i leave it behind.. maybe a little too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forget about the brief instances where a genuine connection was formed, and i forget about the moments that reaffirm my calling to this occupation and makes it all worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like when they just sang goodbye to me spontaneously after i finished singing goodbye to them. or when someone said they missed me after not seeing them for a week, or when family members/staff tell me how much the residents enjoy the music, and i receive constant appreciation and thanks for my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after i finished a session last week, one of the residents said to me, you know that was just under an hour but in a place like this, a day can be really long..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not to mention that God has blessed me in all the different aspects of my job...kind, sweet residents to work with (save for a few), family members/staff who help me set up for sessions, a manager who believes in me and what i do even though she hasn't seen 85% of my work, and nearly double the number of work hours in a week after i started (from 10 to 18 hours)!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think He really wants to show me just how much He loves me, cuz i didn't do anything to deserve all of those extra cherries on top, to say the least!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3734109958427245202-3948139933291063342?l=tsguidetobc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsguidetobc.blogspot.com/feeds/3948139933291063342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3734109958427245202&amp;postID=3948139933291063342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734109958427245202/posts/default/3948139933291063342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734109958427245202/posts/default/3948139933291063342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsguidetobc.blogspot.com/2009/04/moments-i-work-forwhy-i-love-my-job.html' title='the moments i work for/why i love my job'/><author><name>tracy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3734109958427245202.post-3440912560873267245</id><published>2009-03-10T23:46:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T00:13:06.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>things that warm my heart</title><content type='html'>-the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; imoo boys&lt;/span&gt;: they just melt my heart. one is 2 years old, and i've had the chance to help his mom put him to sleep twice, at the end of which he says, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"i love you tasey"&lt;/span&gt;..it's the most precious thing in the world!!honestly it'd be ok if i died now. and when i get to hold his baby brother, who's almost 3 months old, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everything is good&lt;/span&gt; in the world again when i see him sleep peacefully in my arms. i just can't explain it...i don't want to let him go even when my arm starts going numb.&lt;br /&gt;-random words of kindness in conversation.. ie. talking to you always makes me smile :)&lt;br /&gt;-talking to my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sisters &lt;/span&gt;on the phone-we never did until last fall&lt;br /&gt;-vanilla bean lattes from second cup&lt;br /&gt;-seeing the kids @church &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hug &lt;/span&gt;each other spontaneously&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;catching up&lt;/span&gt; w/close friends one-on-one&lt;br /&gt;-receiving cards/pictures/packages in the mail&lt;br /&gt;-chilling out in one of my sisters' rooms talking about nothing and acting stupid/weird to make them laugh&lt;br /&gt;-seeing the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;snow-capped mountains&lt;/span&gt; in the distance on a clear day&lt;br /&gt;-having dinner as a whole family at home&lt;br /&gt;-when joshua calls his brother &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"baby matthew!"&lt;/span&gt; with a big smile on his face&lt;br /&gt;-random &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;text messages&lt;/span&gt; from friends&lt;br /&gt;-walking in/next to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ocean &lt;/span&gt;and listening to the waves&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3734109958427245202-3440912560873267245?l=tsguidetobc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsguidetobc.blogspot.com/feeds/3440912560873267245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3734109958427245202&amp;postID=3440912560873267245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734109958427245202/posts/default/3440912560873267245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734109958427245202/posts/default/3440912560873267245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsguidetobc.blogspot.com/2009/03/things-that-warm-my-heart.html' title='things that warm my heart'/><author><name>tracy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3734109958427245202.post-4939659451763936301</id><published>2009-02-25T19:17:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T20:39:32.682-08:00</updated><title type='text'>better late than never, right?</title><content type='html'>my goals for this year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Drive down the coast to Califooooornia this summer&lt;br /&gt;2. Finish my music therapy accreditation&lt;br /&gt;3. To be fully independent financially&lt;br /&gt;4. Go camping somewhere this summer&lt;br /&gt;5. Persuade TO friends to visit me, if not move here&lt;br /&gt;6. Save up $$ to visit Min in Australia in the next 2 years&lt;br /&gt;7. Meet people outside of church&lt;br /&gt;8. Attempt the Grouse Grind&lt;br /&gt;9. Exercise 2x/month... as opposed to 1x/year..&lt;br /&gt;10. Take better photos&lt;br /&gt;11. Go to Vegas for a shopping spree and see "O"&lt;br /&gt;12. Learn how to rollerblade and attempt blading on the seawall again&lt;br /&gt;13. Go white water rafting and sailing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess that was more of a "what i want to do this summer" list...but i do live for the summer :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3734109958427245202-4939659451763936301?l=tsguidetobc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsguidetobc.blogspot.com/feeds/4939659451763936301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3734109958427245202&amp;postID=4939659451763936301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734109958427245202/posts/default/4939659451763936301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734109958427245202/posts/default/4939659451763936301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsguidetobc.blogspot.com/2009/02/better-late-than-never-right.html' title='better late than never, right?'/><author><name>tracy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3734109958427245202.post-8983139787759159105</id><published>2009-02-24T15:51:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T15:59:17.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 things i hate about you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way you drive my car.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when you stare.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way you read my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it, I hate the way you're always right.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when you lie.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call.&lt;br /&gt;But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you.&lt;br /&gt;Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3734109958427245202-8983139787759159105?l=tsguidetobc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsguidetobc.blogspot.com/feeds/8983139787759159105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3734109958427245202&amp;postID=8983139787759159105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734109958427245202/posts/default/8983139787759159105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734109958427245202/posts/default/8983139787759159105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsguidetobc.blogspot.com/2009/02/10-things-i-hate-about-you.html' title='10 things i hate about you'/><author><name>tracy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3734109958427245202.post-3550570320094403598</id><published>2009-02-19T12:25:00.006-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T13:02:41.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>torontonian no more</title><content type='html'>yesterday i went to get my car insurance, license plates, and driver's license changed over from Ontario -&gt; BC, so i had to surrender my license plates and license as well... *tear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after taking off my ontario license plates and putting on my new BC ones, i was giddy with excitement, as i drove to meet an old friend visiting from TO, with my windows down and the sunshine pouring on me... i was on top of the world, because this was my first step in officially declaring that i'm going to be living here on the west coast. i'm a vancouverite now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was definitely more bittersweet than exhilarating when i had to give up my driver's licenses (my expired and recently renewed one). my eyes widened and i think my mouth dropped a little when the person &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stapled &lt;/span&gt;them to a piece of paper and then proceeded to mark them up with a black sharpie w/my new BC license #.... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;there was no way of turning back now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 years ago when i was first considering doing my internship over here, i was not ready for all that He had prepared in advance for me, nor was i expecting the abundance of blessings of truth spoken into my life and His persistent ways of loving me. i have never ever felt so loved by Him until i came here, and that's largely because of my church and cg, because His Spirit moves plainly amongst them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so even though it crushed my heart to see the last pieces of my ontarian identity be taken away, and therefore acknowledging that my home is not in Toronto anymore, i am relieved that after a whole year of playing limbo between the two cities, &lt;span style="font-size:240%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;finally &lt;/span&gt;over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i'm expecting more craziness this year, and i'm proud to say that i'm a west coaster now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i will &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always &lt;/span&gt;be torontonian when it comes to driving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3734109958427245202-3550570320094403598?l=tsguidetobc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsguidetobc.blogspot.com/feeds/3550570320094403598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3734109958427245202&amp;postID=3550570320094403598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734109958427245202/posts/default/3550570320094403598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734109958427245202/posts/default/3550570320094403598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsguidetobc.blogspot.com/2009/02/torontonian-no-more.html' title='torontonian no more'/><author><name>tracy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3734109958427245202.post-8593440428966084816</id><published>2009-02-17T01:23:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T02:05:46.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dear life: can you slow down?</title><content type='html'>life is zooming past me.. and i'm left behind, scratching my head wondering what just happened. i guess what they say is true... the older you get, the fewer friends you'll have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loving this song right now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;amp;videoid=48029285"&gt;You Found Me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=48029285,t=1,mt=video"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=48029285,t=1,mt=video" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3734109958427245202-8593440428966084816?l=tsguidetobc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsguidetobc.blogspot.com/feeds/8593440428966084816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3734109958427245202&amp;postID=8593440428966084816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734109958427245202/posts/default/8593440428966084816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734109958427245202/posts/default/8593440428966084816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsguidetobc.blogspot.com/2009/02/dear-life-can-you-slow-down.html' title='dear life: can you slow down?'/><author><name>tracy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3734109958427245202.post-5115747389052275939</id><published>2009-01-29T17:10:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T20:42:45.942-08:00</updated><title type='text'>photographer's dream</title><content type='html'>i had a dream last night...about walking/driving all over europe and snapping shots of the city and people there. it was SOOOOOO much fun, i absolutely LOVED it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but a dream is just a dream. maybe in 10 years i'll be able to do that...i'll just have to drool over other people's shots for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://inlinethumb22.webshots.com/42645/2788772370090903876S600x600Q85.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 600px;" src="http://inlinethumb22.webshots.com/42645/2788772370090903876S600x600Q85.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://inlinethumb32.webshots.com/4575/1189285701049636456S600x600Q85.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 449px; height: 336px;" src="http://inlinethumb32.webshots.com/4575/1189285701049636456S600x600Q85.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3734109958427245202-5115747389052275939?l=tsguidetobc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsguidetobc.blogspot.com/feeds/5115747389052275939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3734109958427245202&amp;postID=5115747389052275939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734109958427245202/posts/default/5115747389052275939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734109958427245202/posts/default/5115747389052275939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsguidetobc.blogspot.com/2009/01/photographers-dream.html' title='photographer&apos;s dream'/><author><name>tracy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3734109958427245202.post-5928963806052420162</id><published>2009-01-26T01:52:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T01:55:24.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yes or no?</title><content type='html'>the month of December was a complete whirlwind of events that turned everything around. it was an overflowing of God's love for me, and His favour upon my life. it was also one of my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;best &lt;/span&gt;Christmases ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on Dec. 8, my parents called me and asked what my 'plans' were in terms of the job situation, although they knew there weren't really any job prospects coming up...and then my dad said something along the lines of "you should find a job and stay over there".  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WHAT?!?!&lt;/span&gt; this whole time i thought they both wanted me to move back because they kept complaining about how everything's more expensive here, etc. and then they started talking about letting me stay a bit longer, like May, since that's when my temp position ends, and if i can't find anything by then, i'll have to move back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;completely &lt;/span&gt;floored, because i never tried asking them to extend the deadline because when they first gave me the deadline back in August, they were really firm and said they're not going to change their minds even if i ask, so i didn't even try persuading them out of it because they were so strict about it. they kept reminding me of the deadline too, so them changing their minds out of the blue was completely unexpected, and the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;last &lt;/span&gt;thing that i ever thought would happen. it was undeniably all His work, and it was so much better than anything i asked for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right before my parents called me that night, i was on the phone with my friend and we were talking about my job situation, and how it seemed that throughout the whole process, there's been moments of excitement/anticipation, and then they just disappear soon after..as if God's testing my faith and asking if i'll really trust in Him to provide, no matter what happens. i had been feeling at peace with my job situation for the past 2 weeks before my parents called, and i wasn't even worried at all, even though the reality was quite dismal, and nothing seemed to be happening. that was totally by God's grace, because i had been so stressed about it in November, but somehow it all changed, and then my parents changed...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;there was absolutely no doubt that God wanted me to be here&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fast forward to Dec. 19, i received an email from one of the senior homes i'd applied to back in November but had said there wasn't a position available at the time. well, their music therapist had resigned, so we scheduled an interview for Monday, and they basically hired me on the spot! it's a PT position, 12.5 hours/week, but my pay is almost equal to my FT temp position. quite &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;unbelievably incredible&lt;/span&gt; ya? not only did my parents change their minds (the most impossible thing next to me getting a job before Christmas), but God gave me a job within my parents' original deadline, surpassing all preconceived hopes, notions, and expectations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now the only thing i really wanted was to be home for Christmas... i had decided earlier in December that i wouldn't go home for once, since flights were so expensive and i was planning to move out of my apartment at the end of the month, but things changed and i didn't have to move just yet. so that same day on Dec. 19, my friend told me about the Westjet sale, and i told my parents just for kicks, and they told me to come back, and they even offered to pay for half my ticket! although i was prepared to stay in Vancouver, and my friend was making Christmas turkey dinner for the orphans, i was just blown away by God's amazing goodness to me. and as a friend noted, i am the queen of last minute trips to Toronto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had the best of both worlds for Christmas: i was able to spend Christmas with friends in Vancouver, then headed to Toronto on the red eye flight, arriving just in time to keep the boxing day tradition alive with my sisters (we drove straight to Sherway from the airport), then jampacked the next 2 weeks with breakfast/lunch/afternoon tea/dinner/coffee/bbt/dessert dates and 3 trips to downtown with family and friends. it was busy, but fun..and i had the chance to hang out with some friends more than a couple of times, which was really nice, since the last time i went back for Thanksgiving, i didn't even get to see everyone. i even made some new friends, and got reaquainted with a couple of elementary school friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what did i do to deserve any of this? nothing. nothing. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nothing &lt;/span&gt;at all. except trust Him, knowing that He has plans to prosper me and not harm me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;what an amazing Father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thoroughly enjoyed my time back, and it was hard to leave... because one morning after a night of freezing rain, my mom slipped and fell on the driveway. i was in the car , having backed out of the garage already, and heard my mom fall after she opened the door. it totally freaked me out, and i had to help her up from the ground. thankfully she was ok, having fallen on her bum and not her head first, but it really shook me up to see my mom like that. so much so that for the first time ever, i seriously considered moving back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, even after everything i went through to stay in Vancouver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when i returned, i was, and still kind of am homesick. my sisters wrote me a plane letter, saying they missed me, and hoped the next time i return will be forever, and not just for a week or two. it was bittersweet, because my sisters would've never said anything like that before i came here, but at the same time i knew my place was irrefutably here in Vancouver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i started my new job, as a MUSIC THERAPIST last week, and i'm ashamed to say that it wasn't all i had hoped for or expected, but i know i just need to keep trusting Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've felt myself retracting from life here a bit since i returned, i don't know why, and it's scary..maybe because this time is the first time i'm coming back knowing that&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; i am staying in Vancouver for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt;, and nothing is up in the air anymore, and this is the real deal. O_O it's so strange, because after finally getting a job here, i'm not happier/more excited as i thought i'd be...maybe because the fact that i'm really moving out and away from my family is really starting to hit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i can't back out after everything (God) that got me to where i am now, but i can't say i haven't entertained the thought of moving back. BUT i know i just need to keep moving forward and trust in Him, since He has led me this far for a purpose, so i've been trying to do things to lay my roots here...like planning to get a BC driver's license and my car plates and insurance changed, so hopefully my heart will follow. i'm such a tool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3734109958427245202-5928963806052420162?l=tsguidetobc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsguidetobc.blogspot.com/feeds/5928963806052420162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3734109958427245202&amp;postID=5928963806052420162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734109958427245202/posts/default/5928963806052420162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734109958427245202/posts/default/5928963806052420162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsguidetobc.blogspot.com/2009/01/yes-or-no.html' title='yes or no?'/><author><name>tracy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3734109958427245202.post-4875423466659558277</id><published>2008-12-04T22:56:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T23:36:06.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Father's heart</title><content type='html'>I just remembered something from Sunday's service. So most the kids in our church are really young-like toddlers, and during worship they usually roam freely amongst the adults, or stay with their parents, and they're suuuuuuuper cute, so you can't help but look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this particular Sunday, one of the girls started to tear up a bit, and her mom just swooped her up in her arms and although she still had tears in her eyes, you could tell that she wasn't anxious anymore and felt secure in her mother's arms. That's when I realized that in the same way, God never wants to see us hurt or scared and He &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt; wants the best for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean yeah, of course I knew that before, but my thoughts and actions didn't reflect that truth. There's been so many times where I've taken over the wheel and tried hurrying things along, because nothing seemed to be happening and I was getting anxious.. when I really just needed to sit back and let Him work things out in His perfect way and timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like this job thing. It's driving me nuts, because I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know &lt;/span&gt;He wants me to stay here, but I haven't the slightest idea of when/what/where/how....and I want to know so badly so I can plan things out, but I can't, because I don't know! I really admire people with great faith-it definitely takes a LOT to believe in the unseen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3734109958427245202-4875423466659558277?l=tsguidetobc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsguidetobc.blogspot.com/feeds/4875423466659558277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3734109958427245202&amp;postID=4875423466659558277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734109958427245202/posts/default/4875423466659558277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734109958427245202/posts/default/4875423466659558277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsguidetobc.blogspot.com/2008/12/fathers-heart.html' title='Father&apos;s heart'/><author><name>tracy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3734109958427245202.post-535437169885363102</id><published>2008-11-24T23:32:00.006-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T01:14:31.288-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a sign from God</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2c1y3haa9c/SSurc1J7KQI/AAAAAAAALR4/m2DkqiT7Ptw/s1600-h/IMG_0766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2c1y3haa9c/SSurc1J7KQI/AAAAAAAALR4/m2DkqiT7Ptw/s320/IMG_0766.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272496300560689410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;that is one of the signs you'll see a lot in Vancouver, especially along the beaches and around Stanley Park, indicating a bicycle route. and now i have one sitting in my living room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's been a lotta crazy stuff happening lately.. and after much struggling, going back and forth from being fully confident that God will provide a job for me to being overwhelmed by the nature of the music therapy field, i finally made the decision yesterday to lay down my roots here and let go of everything and just trust Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tonight, my friend Lina called me out because she couldn't eat @home. we went to dinner around Kits and then took a walk afterwards around the beach. after walking for a bit, i noticed a sign on the ground, leaning against the pole, and then Lina told me we could pick it up after we finished walking. i kept thinking about it as we walked, slightly worried that someone else might pick it up before we did, since there were some people walking their dogs etc. anyway, Lina proceeded to tell me that God already has a job for me, and it is confirmed, because as she prayed for it, God was asking her why she was still praying for it because it's already been done! she didn't tell me until tonight, because of some personal issues, but it was totally God's timing, because i might not have been able to receive that as openly if i were to have heard it before while i was still struggling. she also said that when i was telling her about my anxiety around my job situation, she felt that it wasn't even an obstacle i had to jump over, but i just had to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;step &lt;/span&gt;over it!hahahah.. it definitely didn't seem like that to me, but i believe that's the last of it, and now i just need to face my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after walking for about 15-20mins, we went back to her car and then picked up the sign BAHAHAHAHAH! it was definitely a sign from God, because why would there be a sign just sitting on the ground..and it was by the beach too, my absolute &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;favourite &lt;/span&gt;place to be in the city, and partly why i fell in love with Vancouver...and now i actually own a part of it! haahahah. i think it's pretty significant, because i don't have anything i own here.. unless you count my bed and clothes? but wow God is just so ridiculously crazy, it was like He just gave it to me-easy as pie, and all i needed to do was take it! and now i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;believe that anything is possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3734109958427245202-535437169885363102?l=tsguidetobc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsguidetobc.blogspot.com/feeds/535437169885363102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3734109958427245202&amp;postID=535437169885363102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734109958427245202/posts/default/535437169885363102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734109958427245202/posts/default/535437169885363102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsguidetobc.blogspot.com/2008/11/sign-from-god.html' title='a sign from God'/><author><name>tracy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2c1y3haa9c/SSurc1J7KQI/AAAAAAAALR4/m2DkqiT7Ptw/s72-c/IMG_0766.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3734109958427245202.post-4000012304325100952</id><published>2008-11-11T23:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T23:23:27.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>love, love, love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;He has been &lt;em&gt;pouring&lt;/em&gt; it over me ever since i came here...but i have never experienced it so tangibly and intensely before, and i'm only starting to realize it. i mean, i knew He loved me before, but &lt;em&gt;THIS MUCH&lt;/em&gt;?! now it's just getting ridiculous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;this past year has been like a fast-forwarded chapter in my life.. i found a church community i love in just a little over a month (while it's taken a year for others), tried out whatever i could to put myself in the shoes of a vancouverite in the last 9 months of my internship only to discover how much i love the city, and established friendships almost as close as the ones i made in 4 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but God has been upping the ante during these past few weeks and it's undeniable. 2 weeks ago when i was feeling kinda lonely, one of my friends texted me, saying that God told her to tell me that He loves me, because she got a sense of loneliness and He wanted me to know that He's next to me right now so i don't have to feel it anymore. that just completely blew my mind, because i don't think God's spoken to me like that so tangibly before, and i didn't even talk to her the whole day (we work together)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;that was kind of a wake-up call (literally haha) for me, because loneliness has always been of my bigger struggles, and i guess it never completely goes away, cuz i still feel lonely and i just try to ignore it by distracting myself with other things ie. tv/movies/shopping/going out..so i halfheartedly mentioned that maybe i should do a tv show fast, and 2 of my girlfriends were planning to fast too, so we started on november 3rd, and the end will be indefinite. but God is good, because He provided the accountability for me even before i had thought of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;another funny thing is that the day before, two women prayed for me after church, because a month ago, one of them really felt that she needed to pray for my job search, but a major part of their prayers were about God's love for me-His BIG, larger than life, unconditional love. she also said that she's never prayed for someone and felt so much love for them that her heart just broke. at the time though, i didn't get why they kept telling me that God loves me over and over again cuz i knew that already, but i guess i didn't..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;this past weekend i went to the church retreat, and He just poured out His love on me. the first night i was kind of distracted for some reason, so i wasn't fully 'there'. i told one of the girls there, and then she prayed for me-and did she EVER. what i thought would be a short prayer turned into a full-out Spirit-led prayer that just broke me down. everything she prayed about in my life was SO accurate and covered basically everything i'm going through right now and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt;. like how things always change and so i try to control whatever i can, and it's become my friend..but God wants me to just let go. and the thought of letting go just terrifies me, because i'll feel like i'll have nothing left, but that's what He wants me to do-to be emptied and broken for Him. and how i always like to know what's coming up, and i worry about how i'm going to get from point A to B, but He's telling me to let Him worry about it, and He just wants me to lay it all down. this season is a time for me and Him, and He's asking if i'll just let Him pursue me, because i'm worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's only half of what she prayed, but i barely even know her and the Holy Spirit used her to  bring things to the surface and open my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty ridiculous right? that's God for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3734109958427245202-4000012304325100952?l=tsguidetobc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsguidetobc.blogspot.com/feeds/4000012304325100952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3734109958427245202&amp;postID=4000012304325100952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734109958427245202/posts/default/4000012304325100952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734109958427245202/posts/default/4000012304325100952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsguidetobc.blogspot.com/2008/11/love-love-love.html' title='love, love, love'/><author><name>tracy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3734109958427245202.post-6321473321110222850</id><published>2008-07-17T00:55:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T23:30:42.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>some kind of incredible...</title><content type='html'>the story of how i fell in love with the west coast... it's been &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 year, 1 month, and 7 days&lt;/span&gt;. an incredible year to say the least. so much has happened and changed. guess that's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i heard about people moving away or friends leaving as i grew up, i always thought to myself that i'd never be one of those people; i could never move from Toronto and leave all my friends! but now that i've tasted and seen the west coast, i've slowly changed my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was really homesick recently, when i heard about things that were happening back home, and as much as i longed to be home, i had no means to do it, since home wasn't just an hour and half drive away anymore like when i lived in Waterloo. i hadn't been this homesick for a really long time-usually it's just a moment here and there triggered by reminders of home, but this time i even thought about moving back. as much as i miss my family and friends in Toronto, it was hard to imagine myself being back; i couldn't really see where i 'fit in' anymore.  which further confirms my decision to stay here (as long as i find a job) because moving back didn't appeal to me, even when i felt extremely homesick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this past year has been full of new experiences, adventures, challenges, learning, and growth, but overall, it has been a journey of discovering God in fresh and new ways, and a renewal of my relationship with Him. as my friend observed, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God has been capturing my heart here in Vancouver&lt;/span&gt;. i have never felt so consistently loved by Him alone, and He has awakened my heart and my mind to understand old and new truths about His character. going to New Joy was the beginning of it all..my eyes have been opened to how BIG He really is, and how powerfully the Holy Spirit can move in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Tracy1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so although my parents have given me only until December to find a music therapy job, i have faith that God will provide, because i don't think my time is up here yet, which has also been affirmed by others. it's gonna take a lot to tear me away from the mountains and ocean here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3734109958427245202-6321473321110222850?l=tsguidetobc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsguidetobc.blogspot.com/feeds/6321473321110222850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3734109958427245202&amp;postID=6321473321110222850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734109958427245202/posts/default/6321473321110222850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734109958427245202/posts/default/6321473321110222850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsguidetobc.blogspot.com/2008/07/some-kind-of-incredible.html' title='some kind of incredible...'/><author><name>tracy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3734109958427245202.post-4842429436440949878</id><published>2008-06-10T23:05:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T02:25:47.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>plan to be surprised.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_N2c1y3haa9c/SIQ6TAbHKII/AAAAAAAAH6Q/1aaDuOzKIqs/s1600-h/44689_wallpaper280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_N2c1y3haa9c/SIQ6TAbHKII/AAAAAAAAH6Q/1aaDuOzKIqs/s320/44689_wallpaper280.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225365565862258818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4 years ago, i posted this picture up, and wondered where in the WORLD would i find cherry blossom trees? i thought they only existed in japan, so i'd probably never see them since they only bloom for a few months each year. i was completely ecstatic when i found out that they also existed in vancouver earlier this year.  just goes to show that God cares about even the smallest details in my life, in addition to the big things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i first arrived here in Vancouver, people told me that i wouldn't want to leave this place by the time i finished my internship, but i didn't believe them. actually, friends back home said that too.. but i was so sure i'd be returning to Toronto after a year, because i was leaving my family and all my closest friends behind-basically all the people i love and care about. i didn't think it'd be possible to live over 4,000km away from them for a year, much less over a year. i felt like a big part of me was missing without my friends-that i wasn't fully "me" without them. it was strange, meeting all these new people who knew nothing about me or my past-i felt a little lost, since everyone was connected in some way back in Toronto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first few months were the most difficult, but expected since i needed time to re-adjust to a new environment and people. when i came back to Vancouver after going home for Christmas, i was ready to fully experience life here, and i made a conscious decision to make the most of my time here by trying out all the city had to offer. and boy did God show me! He turned my heart around and blessed me with girlfriends and an amazing church community, who opened my eyes to see more of God...which were, looking back now, what i needed the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but God doesn't just give the minimum-He pours out His love in abundance! after going to the beaches here, i was completely hooked. summer didn't begin until july, but once it arrived, it has been sunny everyday except for maybe one or two rainy days at most! a record for the rainy city. but i've been able to go to the beach almost every weekend at least once-i just can't get enough of the ocean and the mountains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's as if life propelled forward since i came back after Christmas, and God turned it all around so quickly. now i don't want to leave-i'm having way too much fun here. guess you'll just never know what will happen when you walk forward in obedience. i came so that i'd be more independent and grow and discover more about who i am... i'm comfortable with doing things on my own now, actually even prefer it sometimes, which is surprising to me, since i love being with others. God has really blessed me here, and i don't want to leave anytime soon. His plans are so much bigger than my plans-who am i to fight that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." &lt;/span&gt;-Jeremiah 29:11&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3734109958427245202-4842429436440949878?l=tsguidetobc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsguidetobc.blogspot.com/feeds/4842429436440949878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3734109958427245202&amp;postID=4842429436440949878' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734109958427245202/posts/default/4842429436440949878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734109958427245202/posts/default/4842429436440949878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsguidetobc.blogspot.com/2008/06/plan-to-be-surprised.html' title='plan to be surprised.'/><author><name>tracy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_N2c1y3haa9c/SIQ6TAbHKII/AAAAAAAAH6Q/1aaDuOzKIqs/s72-c/44689_wallpaper280.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3734109958427245202.post-2708212531430748312</id><published>2008-06-02T00:39:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T01:51:13.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>craziness</title><content type='html'>i think that just about summarizes the last two months.. with my sister visiting in late april and vicki for the last 2 weeks.. it's been non-stop fun. i haven't really had time to just sit and reflect. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i can't seem to catch up with how fast time is going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides having visitors, there's been a lot of things going on at church too.. there's been numerous healings (uneven legs becoming even, lactose intolerant people can drink milk now, bodily pains disappearing..) and it seems to be moving forward quickly.. when the pastor started praying for healing at church, and stuff began happening, i was really really taken aback, and skeptical and o_O since i've never known anything like that before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but after today, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i don't want to be afraid anymore&lt;/span&gt;. i don't want to be scared to experience all of who He is and i just want to see Him and act through the Spirit's power in me.  i was praying for Him to fill me up, so that others may experience His power/presence through me.. and when the pastor's wife, sonya, prayed for me, and she said that God has already given me the power and the authority-i just need to claim it and be obedient to whatever He calls me to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interestingly enough, a few weeks ago, the pastor came to our cg to 'de-mystify' the recent happenings in our church, and to answer any q's we might have.. afterwards he prayed for each of us, and when he prayed for me, he said something about me being a woman of authority, and that i'll speak of things w/weight and authority.  when i heard that i was kind of incredulous..me? having authority?! LOL.. i'm probably the last person to be that.. but in sonya's prayer today, she said that God uses anyone...soo who knows. i just need to do my part and let Him work through me. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nothing to lose, but everything to gain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was just so good to pray and sit in His presence today. i felt so peaceful.. for a change, since i'm usually rushing around to one thing or another. i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;can't believe it's june already. only a few more months until i'm done my internship i HOPE! and then maybe some travelling......i can't wait to see what He's got in store for me in the coming months :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3734109958427245202-2708212531430748312?l=tsguidetobc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsguidetobc.blogspot.com/feeds/2708212531430748312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3734109958427245202&amp;postID=2708212531430748312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734109958427245202/posts/default/2708212531430748312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734109958427245202/posts/default/2708212531430748312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsguidetobc.blogspot.com/2008/06/craziness.html' title='craziness'/><author><name>tracy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3734109958427245202.post-7854678111465044030</id><published>2008-04-08T22:20:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T00:32:43.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pieces of home</title><content type='html'>in the last few days i've been able to talk to people back home, moreso than usual. yesterday, i got a call from an old friend from waterloo, during his stopover in Vancouver, and i discovered that an old hs friend is currently in Vancouver..today, i was on the phone with one of my best girlfriends from hs, who's coming to visit in May!!!!!, so i'm trying to plan a road trip to Banff (along with white water rafting hopefully!) and another friend who may be visiting in July too..such exciting things to look forward to:) &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;speaking of which, i've been doing some recording once a week for the past month with my newly adopted irish uncle Alastair, doing some covers and songs he's written. i could listen to him play guitar all day..can't wait until we have one completed song. despite the 34-year age gap, we clicked instantly-maybe because of his sarcastic humour, or maybe because of his youthfulness at heart. he also has the two cutest dogs who compete for your attention, and a stylish wife (lululemon sweatpants and black uggs!), Glenda, whom i've also adopted as my aunt, as we share the same love for food, especially dim sum and seafood:) although i've only started getting to know them better, they feel like family to me already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187143728611760402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_N2c1y3haa9c/R_xvvQ7MmRI/AAAAAAAAGBk/yvX-8MAu3mM/s320/IMG_7962.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;for more pictures of what i've been up to lately, click here: &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.ca/tracy.kwan"&gt;http://picasaweb.google.ca/tracy.kwan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3734109958427245202-7854678111465044030?l=tsguidetobc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsguidetobc.blogspot.com/feeds/7854678111465044030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3734109958427245202&amp;postID=7854678111465044030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734109958427245202/posts/default/7854678111465044030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734109958427245202/posts/default/7854678111465044030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsguidetobc.blogspot.com/2008/04/pieces-of-home.html' title='pieces of home'/><author><name>tracy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_N2c1y3haa9c/R_xvvQ7MmRI/AAAAAAAAGBk/yvX-8MAu3mM/s72-c/IMG_7962.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3734109958427245202.post-4195803937707733408</id><published>2008-03-30T14:05:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T15:19:10.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>truth</title><content type='html'>march has been an incredibly fun and busy month, with Nancy visiting for 1.5 weeks, dinners, recording sessions, work, etc... i'm only home for maybe one night, or two nights per week at most, so i've been keeping pretty busy...and this month just flew by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really feel that God is calling me to stay here in Vancouver. He has blessed me beyond what i could ever imagine, and i've experienced Him in ways i never even thought of. going to New Joy has been an eye-opening experience for me, and it is home for me, even though i do not know 75% of the church, but God speaks to me there, each and every sunday. there is no denying of His power or presence-He is moving. i cannot even count the number of times i've broken down and cried during service because of what He convicted me of, in the deepest and inner parts of me, and spoke into my life. it is incredibly bone-chilling and i am left shaking in awe and wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was just like that. the sermon was on God's authority vs. the authorities we submit to here on earth...and keeping our eyes focused on the prize ahead, and forgetting everything... carrying the cross daily. i've been trying to shop less,&lt;br /&gt;and not give into the consumerism, but i fail every time. it's near impossible, living across the mall and working there too. i don't think i've gone 2 weeks without buying at least one thing, big or small. and yesterday was probably the worst failure. i bought a used DSLR for $600 on Tuesday, and i resolved to not shop for a month, since it was such a big purchase. but what happened? i spent $100 when i went to seattle with my friends. it was a planned road trip since january, so i couldn't back out. but i felt so guilty and ashamed and disappointed in myself afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want it to stop, but i do not have the power to do it myself, as seen in my numerous failures. so all i can do is surrender it to God, who has ALL the power, over all the other authorities in this world. although it probably wouldn't hurt to take my credit card out of my wallet too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think my only regret about living here is that i don't have a spiritual mentor. someone i can talk to about my walk and hold me accountable and provide spiritual guidance and support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i think that maybe i'm meant to go at it alone, without a partner or companion, as much as i hope and desire for one, and it'll just be me and God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever the future holds, i'm open to it, for it's all in His mighty hands.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3734109958427245202-4195803937707733408?l=tsguidetobc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsguidetobc.blogspot.com/feeds/4195803937707733408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3734109958427245202&amp;postID=4195803937707733408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734109958427245202/posts/default/4195803937707733408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734109958427245202/posts/default/4195803937707733408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsguidetobc.blogspot.com/2008/03/march-has-been-incredibly-fun-and-busy.html' title='truth'/><author><name>tracy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3734109958427245202.post-2833097460889804838</id><published>2008-03-19T01:58:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T02:01:40.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so many questions</title><content type='html'>but no answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how am i going to find a job here? what if i don't finish my internship by the end of August? what will happen to my car if i don't find a job by August? what if i have to stay longer? will i be able to find a good roommate? will i be able to support myself? will i be able to maintain a balanced diet without my parents? will my retail therapy ever stop? am i going to be independent enough to handle living here on my own?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt;! time is passing by too quickly-it'll be April in less than 2 weeks...o_O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3734109958427245202-2833097460889804838?l=tsguidetobc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsguidetobc.blogspot.com/feeds/2833097460889804838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3734109958427245202&amp;postID=2833097460889804838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734109958427245202/posts/default/2833097460889804838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734109958427245202/posts/default/2833097460889804838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsguidetobc.blogspot.com/2008/03/so-many-questions.html' title='so many questions'/><author><name>tracy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3734109958427245202.post-2296659007902021039</id><published>2008-03-12T15:34:00.019-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T00:08:44.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the best snowboarding trip EVER</title><content type='html'>if only i had went earlier...but i can now say i have been snowboarding @Whistler!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;if it wasn't for Nancy's visit, i might not have made it up there this winter. it was my first time boarding in BC, so it was quite the treat to say the least. i was planning to drive, but i got worried since my tires were pretty worn out and i didn't want them to turn our car around halfway there... so we took the greyhound after church on sunday, and it was a 2.5 hr drive up the mountain. the roads turned out to be clear, besides the construction, but i was so glad i didn't drive, because i was exhausted after boarding, and i had to leave right after to get back in time for work @5pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, we booked our hotel online on friday, and the cheapest one turned out to be the Westin,a 5-star hotel, for $205/night inclusive. it was &lt;em&gt;amaaazing&lt;/em&gt;. it was right next to the lifts, and they have ski valet, since they don't allow any skis/boards in the rooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;here's some pics of the room:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177488406283865458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_N2c1y3haa9c/R9oiRiVAzXI/AAAAAAAAFSY/sV-rEX_Dzl4/s320/IMG_0318.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177485438461463826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_N2c1y3haa9c/R9ofkyVAzRI/AAAAAAAAFRo/5dIgfNWskRE/s320/IMG_0319.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh, and they had a whole PAGE of things you could request for your room... like contact solution (travel size opti-free!) and shaving cream. we made 3 separate requests within 12 hours.. hahahahah. we're so chinese.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;after we settled in, we went to catch the Fire &amp;amp; Ice show by the lifts. it was &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; awesome, and the energy and crowd was great. i felt like i was in a completely different country, it was exhilarating. we watched the snowboarders and skiiers warm-up and basically they jumped through a huge ring of fire while doing backflips etc. pretty nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177485709044403490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_N2c1y3haa9c/R9of0iVAzSI/AAAAAAAAFRw/lT8jdzjW1s8/s320/IMG_0328.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177485850778324274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_N2c1y3haa9c/R9of8yVAzTI/AAAAAAAAFR4/zxKFMfMALdQ/s320/IMG_0330.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177489634644512130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_N2c1y3haa9c/R9ojZCVAzYI/AAAAAAAAFSg/iA0tI_4m3mM/s320/IMG_0335.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;after the show ended, we did some grocery shopping and went back to the hotel and went to check out their fitness center, the avello spa &amp;amp; health club, which was &lt;em&gt;super&lt;/em&gt; nice.. the work-out machines were facing the windows facing the mountains, and they had an outdoor pool (STILL open for winter!) which led to a smaller pool indoors. there was also a hot tub outside, so we stayed there for a bit before it closed at 10pm. pretty stinking awesome. they also had a eucalyptus steam room, but we discovered it too late :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was a very relaxing night at the hotel, we made gong jai meen for dinner, and blueberry pie for dessert. because there's no night boarding @Whistler, we had to go early the next morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;we woke up @7am and after getting our gear and packing up, and i FINALLY had the vanilla bean latte i'd been craving forever (since there's only 3 Second Cups in Vancouver), we were on our way up the gondola before 9am. the gondola ride was around 15 minutes. it was rainy at the bottom, so it was snowy as we went up the lifts. we were pretty soaked by the end but it was worth it. we went down 3 or 4 runs, which took us about 20-30 minutes each. there wasn't enough time to go on all the runs, but my last run was the most brutal, because it was windy and narrow, with the mountain on one side, and a kind of cliff on the other. that one probably took us around an hour to get down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177486598102633810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_N2c1y3haa9c/R9ogoSVAzVI/AAAAAAAAFSI/PV_58UcVFvQ/s320/IMG_5672.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177487706204196194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_N2c1y3haa9c/R9ohoyVAzWI/AAAAAAAAFSQ/Tez8O0VwsQI/s320/IMG_5684.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177486263095184706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_N2c1y3haa9c/R9ogUyVAzUI/AAAAAAAAFSA/zXEm6YD1vec/s320/IMG_5690.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;too bad i had to leave right after lunch to rush to work that night, but it was the most glorious snowboarding experience i've ever had! boarding on a &lt;em&gt;huge&lt;/em&gt; mountain, with a &lt;em&gt;view&lt;/em&gt; of mountains, it was beautiful even though it was rainy/snowy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3734109958427245202-2296659007902021039?l=tsguidetobc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_N2c1y3haa9c/R9oiRiVAzXI/AAAAAAAAFSY/sV-rEX_Dzl4/s72-c/IMG_0318.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3734109958427245202.post-6220389215591409866</id><published>2008-02-27T23:49:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T00:09:21.582-08:00</updated><title type='text'>halfway point</title><content type='html'>time really flies. i've been here for 6 months already -that's half a year! i don't even know what i did, besides working 6 days/week, shopping, and eating sushi. i really need to make better use of my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just received 4 calling cards from my parents, and oh it's been SO good. i got to talk to efu twice this week already!:) she helped me put things into perspective...and at this point, things could go either way. even if i were to return home, things wouldn't be the way they were before, and i would still have to find a new community, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here i am, 6 months later, &lt;strong&gt;open&lt;/strong&gt; to the possibility of staying here, and uncertain about returning home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;craaaaaaaaaaazy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3734109958427245202-6220389215591409866?l=tsguidetobc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsguidetobc.blogspot.com/feeds/6220389215591409866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3734109958427245202&amp;postID=6220389215591409866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734109958427245202/posts/default/6220389215591409866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734109958427245202/posts/default/6220389215591409866'/><link 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texts on my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't get me wrong, i had fun on my birthday and my friends were incredibly sweet and spoiled me..it was just missing my family-friends i got to know over the last 4 years who became closer than my actual family. they taught me how to love like Christ, encouraged and supported me endlessly, and spurred me on in my walk with Him by being brutally honest with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they made it extremely difficult for me to leave and make new friends over here. even with all the communication technology that makes it easy to keep in touch, nothing can ever replace being with them in person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has blessed me with awesome (and very &lt;em&gt;interesting&lt;/em&gt;) new friends here, so i'm slowly warming up to them and i try to focus on all the amazing things He's blessed me with here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just that sometimes i can't help but wish they were here to experience BC with me too.&lt;div 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3734109958427245202.post-2824477540297074334</id><published>2008-02-22T12:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T12:12:14.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>one random monday</title><content type='html'>as promised, Min took me out around Vancouver this past monday, along with her high school friend, Ting, and her friend, Mike, visiting from San Fran. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;we went to Memphis Blues for lunch, and it was pretty good for what it was, but i'm not a huge fan of the southern-style food (re: bbq/deep fried). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;then we went snowshoeing on Cypress-my first time on the mountain in the winter!:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my snowshoes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169856728522499778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_N2c1y3haa9c/R78FTbM_JsI/AAAAAAAAEuI/GRY8YqLUbp8/s320/IMG_5488.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;lumberjack dude:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169858291890595570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_N2c1y3haa9c/R78GubM_JvI/AAAAAAAAEug/-mi8WWi3FCw/s320/IMG_5497.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169858747157128962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_N2c1y3haa9c/R78HI7M_JwI/AAAAAAAAEuo/pwd7AQeO_Xo/s320/IMG_5512.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;climbing up a 90 degree hill&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169859357042485010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_N2c1y3haa9c/R78HsbM_JxI/AAAAAAAAEuw/MtGth8FMi5g/s320/IMG_5531.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the view was amazing. those are the clouds and the ocean.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169857162314196690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_N2c1y3haa9c/R78FsrM_JtI/AAAAAAAAEuQ/DKoEqN_x3ck/s320/IMG_5540.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169857858098898658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_N2c1y3haa9c/R78GVLM_JuI/AAAAAAAAEuY/wVc2uD5xox8/s320/IMG_5546.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3734109958427245202-2824477540297074334?l=tsguidetobc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsguidetobc.blogspot.com/feeds/2824477540297074334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3734109958427245202&amp;postID=2824477540297074334' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734109958427245202/posts/default/2824477540297074334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734109958427245202/posts/default/2824477540297074334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsguidetobc.blogspot.com/2008/02/one-random-monday.html' title='one random monday'/><author><name>tracy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_N2c1y3haa9c/R78FTbM_JsI/AAAAAAAAEuI/GRY8YqLUbp8/s72-c/IMG_5488.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3734109958427245202.post-8155039537050347712</id><published>2008-02-17T23:46:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T10:52:57.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 degrees celsius</title><content type='html'>that is today's high. yesterday it was 7 degrees, and it felt like spring was just around the corner, with sunshine and clear blue skies! in the middle of &lt;strong&gt;WINTER&lt;/strong&gt;! i can hardly believe it myself. i'm &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; excited for spring and summer, cause it's going to be gorgeous here. and cherry blossoms in march!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i haven't gone snowboarding here yet. i know it's crazy, but it requires time and $$, both of which i don't have much of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3734109958427245202-8155039537050347712?l=tsguidetobc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsguidetobc.blogspot.com/feeds/8155039537050347712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3734109958427245202&amp;postID=8155039537050347712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734109958427245202/posts/default/8155039537050347712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734109958427245202/posts/default/8155039537050347712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsguidetobc.blogspot.com/2008/02/10-degrees-celsius.html' title='10 degrees celsius'/><author><name>tracy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3734109958427245202.post-1324032262215618119</id><published>2008-02-12T00:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T00:47:22.718-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my first dinner party</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"&gt;since my roommie went back to china for a few weeks, i decided to invite some friends over for dinner, as a way of thanking them for helping me integrate into churchlife here. they're the closest friends i have here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"&gt;it's been a weird experience having to make new friends &lt;em&gt;everywhere-&lt;/em&gt;at the internship, work, and church, but it's turned out pretty well, in spite of my shyness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"&gt;so let me introduce you to the people who made BC feel like home for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ji-Hae: older sister of Min-Hye, i first met her at our community group. she had just returned to Vancouver after 2 years of doing her master's @Columbia, so she was sort of 'new' and re-integrating, finding her way in BC again..sort of like me, so i didn't feel totally alone in making new friends.:P too bad she might be leaving again soon, to do her PhD somewhere in the states. such a smart girl. she also has a permanent smile on her face so it's very easy to talk to her. but she is not a fan of the camera...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165988131219907394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_N2c1y3haa9c/R7FG1bM_I0I/AAAAAAAAEjQ/li1dYTWrSjo/s320/IMG_5466.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"&gt;Marie: we first met during a girls' dinner that lasted for 4 hours. and then she asked if i wanted to be a hair model for her friend's interview. she has a big family, i just remember she has 4 sisters. and a brother? her parents are atypical asian parents, which may account for her weirdness. she's invited me to her house twice, and there's always something going on:) she always has something to say/can't stop talking hahah but she's also very sai sum. she's &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"&gt;always ready to jump into something new/crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165989260796306290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_N2c1y3haa9c/R7FH3LM_I3I/AAAAAAAAEjo/cRN4drJwuoI/s320/IMG_5467.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Min-Hye: also met her at CG, she was one of the few girls there. she was very polite, and after getting to know her better, she talks about the most random things and thinks creatively. she loves cats, and wants to be a vet. i've met a lot of other people through her because she's super friendly and sociable. my first girlfriend in BC lol. i stuck to her like glue at first, so much so that people thought she was the one who brought me to New Joy, when it was actually someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165989076112712546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_N2c1y3haa9c/R7FHsbM_I2I/AAAAAAAAEjg/O6zbJV-v6bw/s320/IMG_5458.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"&gt;Wilson: the one who brought me to CG first and then New Joy. he was a random contact of Alex's, originally from TO, and we first met in the upper parking lot @Richmond Center to go to dinner before CG. it was surprisingly not awkward, but more like i was catching up with an old friend. he even paid for dinner, which was completely unexpected since we were still strangers, but he told me that other people did that for him when he first came here, so he wanted to do the same. he has wisdom beyond his years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165988406097814354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_N2c1y3haa9c/R7FHFbM_I1I/AAAAAAAAEjY/ThNg1dNpdxI/s320/IMG_5453.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"&gt;can't forget about the foood:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"&gt;smoked salmon on romaine lettuce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_N2c1y3haa9c/R7DAzrM_IwI/AAAAAAAAEiY/D4GDzQWk1FI/s1600-h/IMG_5445.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165840766597014274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_N2c1y3haa9c/R7DAzrM_IwI/AAAAAAAAEiY/D4GDzQWk1FI/s320/IMG_5445.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"&gt; stuffed potatoes (green onion + &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; bacon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165841148849103634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_N2c1y3haa9c/R7DBJ7M_IxI/AAAAAAAAEig/F2qMBM1cHig/s320/IMG_5448.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"&gt;beef short ribs and bacon-wrapped scallops (in the middle-they weren't as pretty as the other dishes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165893422896063266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_N2c1y3haa9c/R7DwsrM_IyI/AAAAAAAAEio/WciLQd93-bE/s320/IMG_5459.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"&gt;and meringue cookies for dessert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165894814465467186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_N2c1y3haa9c/R7Dx9rM_IzI/AAAAAAAAEiw/teGtljFA7Zc/s320/IMG_5443.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"&gt;and as always, i had much help from chef steve in preparing this delicious meal, thanks!:P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3734109958427245202-1324032262215618119?l=tsguidetobc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsguidetobc.blogspot.com/feeds/1324032262215618119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3734109958427245202&amp;postID=1324032262215618119' title='1 Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3734109958427245202.post-2411105096628651798</id><published>2008-02-04T03:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T03:06:05.377-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i love them. for all that they can capture-whether it be planned or spontaneous-they immortalize a moment in time and take you back every time you look at them. you remember the time, the place, the atmosphere, the emotions surrounding that moment, and you can practically re-live that experience again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;after looking through a friend's recently updated pictures and video clips from last year, it really made my heart ache for all the things that were a part of my life in the last four years. not to say that i've lost friends-God gave me friendships that will last through eternity- but some were meant to exist only within that context. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i miss that life i had in waterloo. lccf, the spontaneity and freedom, the many firsts. through serving God and studying together, i learned how to share my life deeply with people other than my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;however much i miss those times in university, i know that they cannot be replicated no matter how much i wish for it. the dynamics and connections have changed since, and though we can try, they can never return to their original state.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's probably why i cherish photos so much-because pictures stay the same, regardless of time and changing circumstances. but i think i've come to accept the way things are now, which likely played a major part in dismantling my homesickness. even after being home for 2.5 weeks, i didn't get homesick (as i expected) when i returned to the west coast. for those who've known me since first year, that's a &lt;em&gt;huge&lt;/em&gt; deal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's strange to watch those videos again..it's a taste of home, and yet it's not anymore-it just resides in the back of our minds now, but i'll always remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3734109958427245202-2411105096628651798?l=tsguidetobc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsguidetobc.blogspot.com/feeds/2411105096628651798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3734109958427245202&amp;postID=2411105096628651798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734109958427245202/posts/default/2411105096628651798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734109958427245202/posts/default/2411105096628651798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsguidetobc.blogspot.com/2008/02/pictures.html' title='pictures'/><author><name>tracy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3734109958427245202.post-4889665247311377236</id><published>2008-02-02T02:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T00:38:21.748-08:00</updated><title type='text'>work = fun? o_O</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;i had to pick up a part time job here while doing my internship at the same time, since i don't get paid otherwise, so i've been working at a clothing store in the mall for the past 4 months where i made some new friends. that definitely made things a lot more .... interesting. from making nina try on the ugliest clothes in the store to me going on food runs during my 4.5hr shift...makes working fun. too bad stupid karen had to quit :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;good thing i just happened to have my camera with me tonight..this is some of the idiocy that occurs after the store closes: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162327542333731074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_N2c1y3haa9c/R6RFjG8EcQI/AAAAAAAAEbc/_kXEzquIVPc/s320/IMG_5424.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't allowed to post on fb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3734109958427245202-4889665247311377236?l=tsguidetobc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_N2c1y3haa9c/R6RFjG8EcQI/AAAAAAAAEbc/_kXEzquIVPc/s72-c/IMG_5424.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3734109958427245202.post-5654632751072488022</id><published>2008-01-28T23:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T00:36:47.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'>home</title><content type='html'>where is home for me? right now, it is still Toronto, where my family and closest friends are. but when i'm content and well-fed, i don't mind entertaining the thought of staying in BC after i finish my internship. but what happens when i run into difficulties? at this point, i can't say that there's someone here i'd call for my emotional distress like i have in TO, so there's been more of that between God and i...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it all just comes down to fear. the fear of getting involved with people here (makes it harder to leave), fear of letting others in and trusting them with the things on my heart, fear of loving the west coast.....because it will lead to uncertainty if i decide to stay, and i can't deal with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not knowing if i'll be able to find a job and support myself, a reasonably priced place to live, or even have a car here....scares the heck out of me. and i think that's the main reason i want to go back to TO after my internship ends-so i don't have to worry about all those uncertainties since everything's taken care of already, and not (entirely) because driving sucks and it's too expensive to live here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but first, i need to truly immerse myself and give this city a fair chance before i can legitimately reject it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3734109958427245202-5654632751072488022?l=tsguidetobc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsguidetobc.blogspot.com/feeds/5654632751072488022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3734109958427245202&amp;postID=5654632751072488022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734109958427245202/posts/default/5654632751072488022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734109958427245202/posts/default/5654632751072488022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsguidetobc.blogspot.com/2008/01/home.html' title='home'/><author><name>tracy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3734109958427245202.post-7916996276415734658</id><published>2008-01-28T23:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T23:35:52.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dim sum</title><content type='html'>there's quite a few places to have good dim sum in Richmond, although they are two times the prices in TO, but i find that they are a bit more creative in the way they make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favourite place: &lt;strong&gt;Sea Harbour Restaurant&lt;/strong&gt; ("hoi gong") @3711 No. 3 Rd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sun Sui Wah&lt;/strong&gt; (102-4920 No. 3 Rd) and &lt;strong&gt;Top Gun&lt;/strong&gt; (Unit 2020, 8766 Mckim Way; order before 11am and you get 30% off) are good too, but nobody can make lau sah baos as good as SH. actually, TG doesn't even make them. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;lau sah bao&lt;/span&gt;=buns with runny egg yolk filling. best. bao. EVER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;they &lt;em&gt;seriously&lt;/em&gt; make the best baos. there's the &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;hoi gong dai yut bao&lt;/span&gt;: similar to cha siu chan bao, but with other ingredients like green onion etc, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;gwai fay bao&lt;/span&gt;: also similar to cha siu chan bao, but with the 'mexico' bun topping, and &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;bor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;loh bao&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;em&gt;LITERALLY&lt;/em&gt;, with pineapple chunk filling, it actually tastes like what it's called! that's them below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160779777854172946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_N2c1y3haa9c/R57F3W8EbxI/AAAAAAAAEWY/8L1YoIwaips/s320/IMG_5519.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;today i went to a place with my relatives called &lt;strong&gt;Shun Feng&lt;/strong&gt; ("smooth sailing") @Parker Place (4311 Hazelbridge Way, Richmond), and ate a lot. the following are some of what we ordered:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i forget what they called it exactly, something about 'snow', but they're basically gwai fay bao:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160782621122522914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_N2c1y3haa9c/R57Ic28EbyI/AAAAAAAAEWk/6haZSXtdKB4/s320/IMG_5390.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the inside:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160783029144416050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_N2c1y3haa9c/R57I0m8EbzI/AAAAAAAAEWw/LqTgX5shl_M/s320/IMG_5391.JPG" border="0" /&gt;no idea what these were called, but there's a scallop on top..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160783484410949442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_N2c1y3haa9c/R57JPG8Eb0I/AAAAAAAAEW4/oyU-HwPSHaM/s320/IMG_5392.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with taro and portugese sauce underneath. very interesting and good to eat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160784025576828754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_N2c1y3haa9c/R57Jum8Eb1I/AAAAAAAAEXA/9dxUJ-4u_94/s320/IMG_5394.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bune tong gao? with shark fin. this tiny little bowl cost ~$15?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160784412123885410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_N2c1y3haa9c/R57KFG8Eb2I/AAAAAAAAEXI/tMCjzgfeynk/s320/IMG_5397.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;loh bak goh (turnip cake): really fried, with some wasabi on top. it was pretty soft inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160785357016690546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_N2c1y3haa9c/R57K8G8Eb3I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/4Hm2tGEggGE/s320/IMG_5398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;lau sah bao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160798366472630210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_N2c1y3haa9c/R57WxW8Eb8I/AAAAAAAAEX4/-urGJ8Okojw/s320/IMG_5400.JPG" border="0" /&gt;unfortunately it wasn't runny :( so it was more like a lai wong bao, but the outside was very crispy so the topping didn't break off as easily as mexico bun toppings do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160787757903409042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_N2c1y3haa9c/R57NH28Eb5I/AAAAAAAAEXg/683UcH7Lqko/s320/IMG_5401.JPG" border="0" /&gt; this was supposed to have foie gras in it, but my relatives said there wasn't even the slightest trace of it :T i've never had it before, so can't judge, but it was like siu mai, wrapped in pastry form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160792143065018290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_N2c1y3haa9c/R57RHG8Eb7I/AAAAAAAAEXw/jQwUD8bAP6k/s320/IMG_5399.JPG" border="0" /&gt; can't remember what this was called either, but it's fried sweet potato drizzled with some honey and peanuts. it wasn't very sweet at all, and the texture was like leen goh. pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160788183105171362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_N2c1y3haa9c/R57Ngm8Eb6I/AAAAAAAAEXo/CEFHcOCZEMc/s320/IMG_5402.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;i need to go to Sea Harbour again and remember to take a pic of their lau sah bao.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3734109958427245202-7916996276415734658?l=tsguidetobc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsguidetobc.blogspot.com/feeds/7916996276415734658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3734109958427245202&amp;postID=7916996276415734658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734109958427245202/posts/default/7916996276415734658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734109958427245202/posts/default/7916996276415734658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsguidetobc.blogspot.com/2008/01/dim-sum.html' title='dim sum'/><author><name>tracy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_N2c1y3haa9c/R57F3W8EbxI/AAAAAAAAEWY/8L1YoIwaips/s72-c/IMG_5519.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3734109958427245202.post-2815530003457080464</id><published>2008-01-21T22:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T23:17:19.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>natural beauty</title><content type='html'>the thing i love the most about Vancouver are the mountains. my favourite drive is going to church every week on Willingdon because i'm driving towards them, and the view is just stunning. you don't have to drive very far to catch a glimpse-just head north. there's &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; not much else to say, you just have to see for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the following were taken from my apartment on 9/18/07, 1/15/08, 1/20/08:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158193954051041282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_N2c1y3haa9c/R5WWEmnHqAI/AAAAAAAAESE/TX3ioiaWaEQ/s320/IMG_5492.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158194443677313042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_N2c1y3haa9c/R5WWhGnHqBI/AAAAAAAAESM/QN4i42x0tsA/s320/IMG_5364.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158194911828748322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_N2c1y3haa9c/R5WW8WnHqCI/AAAAAAAAESU/uYrZac1-DGM/s320/IMG_5374.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3734109958427245202-2815530003457080464?l=tsguidetobc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsguidetobc.blogspot.com/feeds/2815530003457080464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3734109958427245202&amp;postID=2815530003457080464' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734109958427245202/posts/default/2815530003457080464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734109958427245202/posts/default/2815530003457080464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsguidetobc.blogspot.com/2008/01/natural-beauty.html' title='natural beauty'/><author><name>tracy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N2c1y3haa9c/R5WWEmnHqAI/AAAAAAAAESE/TX3ioiaWaEQ/s72-c/IMG_5492.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3734109958427245202.post-5196928174559797559</id><published>2008-01-21T01:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T02:59:55.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>abundance: overflowing fullness</title><content type='html'>after talking to my mom on the way home from dinner with my relatives, i was reminded again tonight (for maybe the millionth time) of how incredibly lucky i am to be here in Vancouver, enjoying all the good food and meeting great people and just living it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a nice apartment with a gorgeous view of the mountains (when it's not cloudy/rainy), and the mall across the street (which i love and hate), i have a car so i can go anywhere whenever i want, i have a roommate so i can actually support myself (and &lt;em&gt;then&lt;/em&gt; some) with my part-time job, i have relatives who invite me over for dinner at least once a week (plus a chef i can question endlessly for all my cooking crises), i have a church i can call my home church, i have friends i love spending time with...i'm totally ready to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has blessed me richly ever since i arrived over 4 months ago, and He has provided for me time and time again even if i was undeserving of it. but that is the beauty about Him-He cannot stop loving even when i have stopped. that is just His character and there's nothing i can do to ever change that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even at my internship, He's blessed me with a caring supervisor and supportive colleagues, and residents who make my heart smile. not to mention my talented guitarist-songwriter friend whose music = chocolate for my ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can keep on going about the many "little" things that are 'unnecessary' that He's given to me, but the list is never-ending.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3734109958427245202-5196928174559797559?l=tsguidetobc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsguidetobc.blogspot.com/feeds/5196928174559797559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3734109958427245202&amp;postID=5196928174559797559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734109958427245202/posts/default/5196928174559797559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734109958427245202/posts/default/5196928174559797559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsguidetobc.blogspot.com/2008/01/abundance-overflowing-fullness.html' title='abundance: overflowing fullness'/><author><name>tracy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3734109958427245202.post-2187641455495297074</id><published>2008-01-15T22:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T00:30:06.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sushi</title><content type='html'>my favourite hobby, besides shopping, is eating. i loooooooove food, so i've tried out some restaurants here and there, some i've been to more than once (obviously the good ones) but &lt;strong&gt;sushi/japanese food&lt;/strong&gt; is the best thing Vancouver's got going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a ton of jap places, but not all of them are great. i've been to all-you-can-eat restaurants mostly, and they usually have late-night specials for $13-15 after 10pm but selection and sashimi is limited. however, sashimi seems to be pretty good all around-think 1-inch thick pieces of smoothness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AYCE recommendations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BC Sushi &lt;/strong&gt;@2126 W Broadway, Vancouver&lt;br /&gt;out of the 4, 5 places i've been to, this one seems to be the best overall in terms of food, service, and consistency for about the same price as the other places. late night special is definitely worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156352340793993138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_N2c1y3haa9c/R48LImnHp7I/AAAAAAAAERc/jaNLZDrPJn8/s320/n187904830_34111059_7601.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156352117455693730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_N2c1y3haa9c/R48K7mnHp6I/AAAAAAAAERU/WRUz1LmU4b4/s320/n187904830_34111058_7378.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tomokazu&lt;/strong&gt; @201-1128 W Broadway, Vancouver&lt;br /&gt;They have shark fin sushi, which other places don't have, but it sounds better than it tastes. it's mixed with jellyfish and it's slightly spicy. pretty decent sushi, but do not go for the late-night special! it's a huge drop in quality. The shark fin sushi is the top left:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156356597106583538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_N2c1y3haa9c/R48PAWnHp_I/AAAAAAAAER8/8J3dg9p621w/s320/IMG_5399.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A la carte recommendations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sushi Garden&lt;/strong&gt; @4635 Kingsway, Burnaby&lt;br /&gt;a 5 minute walk from my apartment, this place has huuuge rolls, and is always packed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156353809672808386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_N2c1y3haa9c/R48MeGnHp8I/AAAAAAAAERk/kk_pCGU2fsM/s320/n187904830_34605023_6932.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156354170450061266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_N2c1y3haa9c/R48MzGnHp9I/AAAAAAAAERs/z6VxHzhV9nY/s320/n187904830_34605024_7727.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AOKI&lt;/strong&gt; @W 1888 Broadway, Vancouver&lt;br /&gt;cheap authentic jap food, with innovations. (ie. Godzilla roll=deep fried sushi with whole strawberries on top) they use a lot of smoked salmon instead of the usual salmon, which is nice, and i remember there was a salmon/mango roll too. very interesting combinations which we weren't ready to try. we ordered one of the 'love' combos: the roll on the left is topped with smoked salmon&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156356086005475298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_N2c1y3haa9c/R48OimnHp-I/AAAAAAAAER0/1ZL7KVrV7FU/s320/IMG_5344.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3734109958427245202-2187641455495297074?l=tsguidetobc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsguidetobc.blogspot.com/feeds/2187641455495297074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3734109958427245202&amp;postID=2187641455495297074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734109958427245202/posts/default/2187641455495297074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734109958427245202/posts/default/2187641455495297074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsguidetobc.blogspot.com/2008/01/sushi.html' title='sushi'/><author><name>tracy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_N2c1y3haa9c/R48LImnHp7I/AAAAAAAAERc/jaNLZDrPJn8/s72-c/n187904830_34111059_7601.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3734109958427245202.post-6480882991020639651</id><published>2008-01-14T23:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T00:29:42.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new year, new discoveries</title><content type='html'>i &lt;em&gt;probably&lt;/em&gt; should've started this 4 months ago, but after returning from TO, my new year's resolution was to explore and not waste another moment here in the next 8 months. or more accurately, i was suddenly hit with the desire to see and do new, undiscovered things, and to make every minute count. maybe this is another defense mechanism for underlying homesickness, but it's constructive at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to try and be as detailed as possible when describing restaurants, places, etc., so that if YOU ever want to visit or move here, you'll at least know some good places to eat or see. but it's for my own sake as well, since i have really bad memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so let's start with some general things you REALLY should know about Vancouver:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Driving (the only part i really, &lt;em&gt;strongly&lt;/em&gt; dislike about living here):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-people don't know how to drive = you have to be alert all the time so you can slam on your brakes when drivers come onto the road even though you're going downhill from 60km/hr&lt;br /&gt;-a &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blinking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt; traffic light does &lt;strong&gt;NOT &lt;/strong&gt;= advance left turn!!it only means that pedestrians can cross at that intersection when the light turns &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;, and the intersecting road has stop signs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-there are no highways (100km/hr) here, therefore, it's ALL street driving at 50km/hr&lt;br /&gt;-there are very few left turn lanes, which means if you follow too closely, you'll probably get stuck behind a car waiting to make a left turn&lt;br /&gt;-people seem to be more passive (they're probably used to all the stupid drivers) and don't honk often. maybe that's why i got the finger &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; a rude comment after i honked at someone for cutting me off&lt;br /&gt;-there are a ton of red-light camera boxes, usually at major intersections. most, if not all, have yellow signs to tell you as you approach the intersection. however, there are just 30 cameras for the 120 locations in the whole province, so you can decide whether you want to take that $200 risk.&lt;br /&gt;-most parking in vancouver is metered parking, which means parallel parking galore!&lt;br /&gt;-DO NOT LEAVE ANYTHING VALUABLE IN THE CAR or else it'll get broken into!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Survival Tips:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-look farther ahead&lt;br /&gt;-give yourself lots of space in the front so you can switch lanes easier if there's a car making a left&lt;br /&gt;-know that drivers &lt;em&gt;will&lt;/em&gt; cut you off, so you won't be as pissed when it does happen&lt;br /&gt;-you're facing north if you see the mountains&lt;br /&gt;-carry lots of change for parking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People/Lifestyle:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-people generally have a more easygoing and relaxed attitude&lt;br /&gt;-somewhat equally divided between cold/snobbish or open/friendly&lt;br /&gt;-looooooove their starbucks&lt;br /&gt;-more 'small town' feel than city atmosphere&lt;br /&gt;-focus on active, healthy living in the outdoors&lt;br /&gt;-higher cost of living with lower salaries than in TO = rich or poor&lt;br /&gt;-Vancouver's supposed to be a "green" city, so their recycling program is slightly different than TO's: you can get $ back for returning certain things to either the recycling depot or supermarket, but 2 full shopping bags of stuff will only be $2 or so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entertainment/Shopping:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-there are many small, unique shops vs. big chain stores&lt;br /&gt;-fewer big concerts/events/festivals = less things to do on the weekend&lt;br /&gt;-only GST is charged on prepared food (ie. in restaurants)&lt;br /&gt;-sometimes the cashier at a store will ask if the item you're buying is &lt;strong&gt;taxable&lt;/strong&gt;, which means if it's for someone aged 14 or younger, so they'll just charge one tax&lt;br /&gt;-it's only a 2hr drive (depending on the wait at the border) to the US. it's so close that apparently some people even go across the border every weekend to get gas and buy groceries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will save restaurants and food for the next post, because that deserves a post of its own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3734109958427245202-6480882991020639651?l=tsguidetobc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsguidetobc.blogspot.com/feeds/6480882991020639651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3734109958427245202&amp;postID=6480882991020639651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734109958427245202/posts/default/6480882991020639651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734109958427245202/posts/default/6480882991020639651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsguidetobc.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-new-new.html' title='new year, new discoveries'/><author><name>tracy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
