BIG prayer request...

So, to start off, you could pray for this situation either of two ways, and I'll leave that up to you. Being that it is now spring time, I took a glance through the sport bike classifieds, probably a mistake, and now I'm really wanting to use my school money to buy a new motorbike. There are some really quite good deals out there, and I really really REALLY want a new ride. I do enjoy my bike, but it definately needs some work, since I'm taking it streetfighter, and I want another bike to ride while I tear mine apart. So here I am, I don't really need to go to college, I'm not even really sure I want to be an engineer, but I do know I want to ride sweet motorbikes for the rest of my life. This is my new weak spot... Anywho, following up from the begining you could either pray that I some how get enough money to go to school and buy a new bike (this is the option I'll most likely be praying for), or you can pray that I will be able to sit on my hands and save the money I do have for college (so much less adventurous really). The choice is yours... Just don't make the wrong choice. P.S. Anyone who aids the first option in comming to fruition will be privy to free rides at regular intervals. PEacE.

Bored...posting

So, I'm really bored right now, and what's even sadder? It's my birthday, at quarter to eight. I am a pimp. Anyway, thought I'd giver a little update. I went to the tattoo shop to give the dood the low down so he's playing with the design now and I'll see where he ends up, then we'll go from there. So I guess I'm officially 22 now. DOn't you hate when people ask you if you feel older on your birthday? Of course I don't feel any older, I was 21 only hours ago, and I'm pretty sure you can't feel hours older. So my favourite NCAA team is out of the tournament which is a bummer because they were supposed to go all the way. It's Duke by the way, but then frankly I wouldn't be surprised if nobody knew what I was talking about... So (I seem to be starting an awefull lot of sentences with "so") I had a "meeting" with Grant today and I guess I'm unofficially a Young Life leader now. I'm really just hanging out and showing up to everything for a "trial run" sort of thing, but I imagine I'll be fully involved before long. Here's some more news, probably completely uninteresting but oh well, I'm likely going to buy me some spanky riding boots with my birthday money. It's the only piece of riding gear I don't have as of yet, and I have really no other foot wear that is any good to fill the position. So I'm pretty stoked about that. Oh yeah, motorcycle riding by the way, no equestrian for this fella. I think I had something else to say to but I appear to have a bad memory... So that's all for now. Oh Jayden I think you tried to call me tonight, but my mom was on the phone, but if you didn't you probably should have cuz it's my birthday and it's been ages since we talked. But the box will soon be headed back to Ontario, first time this year and from this house, so that's good. Well, later all. I'm really old now.

Idea for new tattoo

So, this is what I've come up with for an idea for a new tattoo that will signify my connection to Mexico and the Amor missions trip. So, in the middle is the Mexican coat of arms, the words are rather self-explanatory, and there's a cross for every time that I've been to Mexico. Then I can add another cross for each additional time I go. So this is the general idea, it looks a little rigid right now, I'd let the tattoo artist smooth it out and sweeten it up a bit. Feedback yos.

Oh yeah, it's gonna go on my left forearm.

Uno Mas

So, here's a second set of Mexico pictures, these are more of the people in my van. Yeah, it was mine.

Mexico pictures

So, here are the real pictures... It only lets me do 5 at a time so maybe I'll use 2 posts. See the story below.

Los Conquistadores

Well, you may all be wondering, probably not but whatever, why I haven't updated in like two weeks. Well it's simple mis amigos. I was back in el Mexico. Yes after a four absense I returned to my second homeland. Trip number ten was one to remember, maybe for all the wrong reasons... No, it was awesome times. So for anyone who doesn't know, every spring break between 1993 and 2002 I went to mexico on a missions trip to build houses for the destitute people in and around the Tijuana area. The poverty level in Tijuana is so overwhelming it's pretty well impossible to know where to start. But some 20 years ago someone did start, and a group called Amor has been running these trips ever since and have built thousands of such houses, schools, churches, and medical buildings. Thirteen years ago when I first went on this missions trip the poverty was even worse than it is today, which is even harder to imagine. This was the first year that this fact really came to my attention, and it's a very powerful thing to know that you have been a part of changing not only one person's life, or a family's life, but bringing change to a whole people and nation. I don't say any of this as if boasting, but only to share that it is an amazing feeling to be used by God for His will. Without a doubt this is something that I will do for the rest of my able life, as long as it is in God's will, no matter what my circumstances. I learned some stuff about myself, and some stuff about Jesus and missions through the talks, and it was altogether my most memorable trip, granted also the most recent. But I will not forget any of it as I have been prompted to tattoo myself again, this time with something that will always remind me of what I have been able to be a part of in Mexico. No matter who you are if you are reading this story you need to go to Mexico on this missions trip, it will change your life. And now here are some pictures for you all to peruse.

Gendarmerie... thanks a pant load

Be forewarned that this is going to be as big a rant as I have ever ranted.

I hate female police officers. I'm sorry if any one takes any offence to this statement, but all woman police officers that I have had contact with have been giant jerk-o's (part of a well ballanced breakfast) including what happened to me this afternoon. So, to first understand this you must know that this morning I was driving to church when at the bottom of a large hill there was a substantial bump in the road which wreaked havok on my already ailed mufler, ripping it savagely from my underbody and throwing it who knows where. So all of a sudden my little four cylinder Honda engine sounded like a pink nightmare. Skip ahead to around 2 in the after-noon same day. My friends and I were attempting to throw our parachute men off the top of the parkade, however, echoing up to the top of the parkade in my new screaming banshee of a car allerted everyone within a one mile radius to my presence. We were shortly joined by none other than, you guessed it, a female RCMP officer who apparently had something to prove. I explained to her that the noise was due to the fact that my mufler fell off just this morning, she would have no part of believing that truth, and she was pretty sure that I had done it all on purpose. I also presently have no passenger seat in the front of my car, no big deal; wrong, a very big deal apparently, as she tells me I've apparently broken the law with that one too. B.S. as I later found out that the Motor Vehicle Act says nothing about a mandatory passenger seat (I did my homework), so I guess she just likes talking shite. She also noticed that my tires are verily bald as racing slicks, her only correct perception all day I'm sure. After this for some reason she decides that my vehicle is now stolen, and she continues to check and recheck the VIN plates, my story of buying the car, and the contents of said car. At this point I'm just like, this is rediculous already. Then she insinuates that I've tampered with the VIN plates, and I've had about enough. It's not until I show her the transfer of ownership papers that she actually believed anything I was saying, and she proceeded to return to her warm running car, to chat it up with the security guard as I freeze my tukus off in the cold. In the end she gives me a ticket for what she said was the tires, the passenger seat, and the mufler (one out of three lady, just a great piece of work). But she generously lowers the fee to the lowest possible, I'm sure because she knows herself that she's full of it. And after nearly acusing me of stealing my own car, and actually acusing me of breaking at least one made up law, she was ever so cordial in departing, as I wanted to slap the smirk off her face. Here's a kicker for you, not thirty feet away there were two kids who we were pretty sure were getting high in their mom's Explorer. Again, just a "Grade A" piece of work there detective. Just when you think you're starting to regain some hope in humanity, they pull through for you once again; fear not, for people are still morons.

Motivation... Not just a sum 41 song

So I guess most people are motivated to work, meaning they are motivated by something to do their work. I'm special, I don't need motivation by anything other than work itself. "Well that's brilliant Kyle, please go on." Well, I'm motivated by work. I am motivated by work, to avoid it and/or get around it easier, at pretty well all costs. Because I mean really, why would you want to work? I don't want to work at all, but I do it cuz I need money to live; and making money (ie. working) cuts deeply into my living time. It's a vicious circle; not unlike this online public journal of mine. I write boring stuff so only the same handful of people ever reply (my man Drew), and nobody replies so I try to write more interesting stuff, which turns out to be more boring drivel. I guess I'm just not motivated to be that interesting... Einh, you see how I brought that around there. Back to the motivation thing eh? Yeah, think about it.