Yeah, I did a seven-day fast and I’m in the process of getting used to eating again. Why? I thought that after 25 years of accumulating bits and pieces of garbage in my body, it was time to flush at least some of it out. I also did it for the challenge… maybe mostly for the challenge.

I started Tuesday night of last week and I broke my fast last night with half an orange. I’ve been eating half oranges all day (well, only two oranges actually!) and I’m looking forward to supper when I’ll steam a small amount of veggies for a meal. I found it weird at noon, it was time to eat half an orange and I just didn’t want to eat it. I felt no need to eat at all, but I forced myself.

I didn’t really plan on fasting for seven days, it just sort of happened. Last Tuesday night, all of the sudden I just felt like I could try fasting for seven days. I hadn’t planned that I’d be spending the weekend at my mom’s and miss all that nice roast beef and potatoes and birthday cakes and chips and chocolate… I think that all I needed was the will to do it and I did it.

The greatest side-effect I had during the fast was that I lost about 10 pounds in the process (which will be regained pretty soon probably!), but apart for weight loss I simply felt weaker walking up stairs, dizzy and faint when I got up too early. Obviously, I wasn’t working during that 7-day period and I only had two classes (on the first and last day of the fast), I wouldn’t have done it if I would have been working or going to school every day.

Anyway, that’s my little story.

Yes. I should be doing some reading or studying or homeworking or assignmenting (ahahah the words you can make up), I know. But I feel that it’s all I’m always doing and I actually feel almost guilty when I do anything else than school stuff. But I still need small breaks to retain my sanity. This time, my break project was to present to you my birthday present-to-be, from you to me. Hopefully you were planning on getting me something for my birthday and you were still idea-less. I kind of like talking to “you” ’cause it really might not apply to any of “you” reading this!

So, my shoes are hurting me. I’ll be able to wear them until… well knowing me I could wear them for several months still just ’cause I don’t consider small pain in my feet and legs and getting wet heels when it rains such a big trial. But since it’s my birthday soon I thought I’d grant you the privilege to store one more birthday present idea in your head. But please, don’t buy me shoes! Shoes are like clothes, you don’t buy clothes to people (well, generally) you give them money to that end.

I think myself pretty funny right now, but eh, you’ve been asking for birthday presents ideas!

Oh, I also need a new ink cartridge, pay for my drivers license that I never use, and… that’s about it!

Oh and lastly, here’s a proof I’m turning 25 soon!

Can you see the white hair? Well, I’ve had those for a while now but…

I really am having fun writing all that stuff! But you know, what’s amazing is that I have SO MUCH MORE stuff than needs. That’s so true. I need ink, but I have a printer and a laptop and paper and pens. I need new shoes, but I have socks and nice shoes for teaching and feet to walk and run and jump (I don’t dance!). I need to pay for my drivers license but I have the ability to drive a car, with glasses though… but that means that I have glasses and still don’t need new ones, that shows that I can see! Man, there is no use in counting my needs ’cause they’re so small in comparison with my blessings. God is always good and our Provider.

I had my tuque on. My Bible was open somewhere on the table. There was a huge dessert sitting in between my friend and I, both our stomacks were full. We were at Mike’s. It was a goodbye supper.

My friend told me she was going to do Ramadan this year. She’s no Muslim. She’s Christian. I liked the idea. Fasting during daylight for a month. That’s my kind of thing to do. I guess I’m not the type to get excited about doing crazy stuff, I’m more the type to get excited by the idea of working overtime til 11pm with a friend, or not using peanut butter or jam or whatnot on my toasts for two months or getting up at 5am to go fishing with my little sister when we don’t have too. I don’t know that’s just me. So when my friend told me that she was doing Ramadan, to fast and pray for Muslims, then I figured that  it’d be something I’d like to do, not for any spiritual reasons, but just for the challenge. Does it sound bad? I don’t know, I don’t really care. I kind of compare doing Ramadan like doing lent. When I don’t eat chocolate or fast on some specific thing during lent, I don’t do it for any spiritual reason, I just do it for a challenge, to train myself to exercice more self-control. Doing Ramadan for me is just like that, I’m just taking the opportunity to exercice self-control and enjoy getting up before dawn to eat and spend some quality time with God that’ll get me out of my routine. Crazy? Well, that’s just me being Gab, that’s all.

So I’ve been in Sherby for a few days now. I did the usual stuff like empting a dresser to put my stuff in it, getting some simple groceries, putting air in Do’s pink bike’s tires, getting my fingers greasy from putting the bike’s chain back on in the middle of a hill, having the cat eat my headphones halfway through and finally assist to their final breaking on that same hill.

The headphones story is kind of a funny one. The cat ate one of the wires only haflway, so I put tape around it. When Iwas biking uphill after my work meeting on Wednesday, I was listening to some music with my iPod sitting in a pocket of my backpack. I changed gears just to realize that the bike couldn’t take it and the next thing I knew was that the chain wasn’t on anymore, trying to pedal was useless. I could either stop or start going backwards. I stopped. Then I got my backpack off and threw it on this person’s lawn by the street so I could fix the chain. I sort of forgot I still had headphones in my ears. So the iPod in the bag left with the bag on the ground. The headphones were obviously pluged in the iPod, so they followed the backpack too. It hurt my ears a little, but then I realized that I still had one headphone in my right ear, while the other was on the grass. Nice. I looked kind of silly, as you can see on the picture I took afterwards.

Another, but small story… the camp head monitor is a Christian (the camp is a language camp, not a Christian one). So after our meeting on Wednesday morning, the head monitor was talking with a returning monitor (that is, this monitor was working, like me, at camp last summer and is back this year). They happened to be talking about me and the returning monitor said to the head monitor: “Gab loves Jesus. Whatever you do, don’t offend her Jesus.” How interesting this is! This guy, with whom I only had a few small conversations about God last summer felt that the head monitor should be careful not to offend my Jesus. I’m glad that’s one of the things he remembers about me, but I wonder why this particular thing.

Alright. I’m officially starting work on June 25th. In the meantime I’ll be planning, getting my criminal reccord thing and hanging out with my sister and her kids in a Bible school’s camp cabin.

The cat is now eating the remains of my headphones.

Let’s say your name is on some papers that say that if person X  has an accident and gets into a vegetative state, you are to enforce person’s X desire to not be kept alive and unplug person X. Do you feel comfortable with that or not, why?

That’s all you need for this post:

Funny how Marianne thinks the subject is funny while I think it looks suspicious.

I don’t know what we were looking at of faking to look at.

Okay, I NEED to tell the world that Maxi’s NOW has PEROGIES! I only learned about and ate them in Saskatchewan. I had never seen them in Québec, but I knew a lady who knew where to find them in a special grocery store somewhere. Today, as I was walking by the frozen foods at Maxi’s, I literally and spontaneously (which is something I don’t usually do) stopped when I saw bags of perogies in the freezers. They had like three different kinds and they were like 1.50$, crazy and cheap. So I obviously got a bag! I’m really looking forward to eating them! It’s been… two and a half years I made a trip to Sask. and ate perogies. Now I just need some Farmer Sausage!

The ladies at the cash were asking me what they were. How funny.

O Quebecers! Go get some perogies!

The messages we’re used to hear in the metro are either the names of the metro stations “McGill”, “Côte-Vertu”, etc. or the operator saying something about people blocking the doors. Now Montréal Public Transportations decided to broadcast a short message every once in a while in the metro. Here it is:

“Hi. This is Yoko! It’s time for action, and action is peace. Think peace; act peace; spread peace and tell your friends to imagine peace. I love you!”

I can’t believe it.

Unbelievable but my grandma is getting an iPod and she doesn’t have a clue what this four-letter word means. She probably has seen TV advertisements about iPod, but she probably still doesn’t know what these little machines are for. Would I buy an iPod for my grandma? No. Well, only if you’d give me the money. That’s what happened yesterday. My mom asked me to buy an iPod for my grandma. My mom thought that red would be a good color for her, but they didn’t have red ones at the store, so guess the color I picked. … I was actually a bit embarrassed to pick that color ’cause that would be the last color I’d choose for a ipod. But I figured my grandma would probably enjoy it! I’m not girly at all, but when it’s about others, I don’t mind getting them pink and purple stuff, I let them be girly, that’s all.

I look away from the pink iPod, my pure eyes can’t look at such a thing as the pink color.

My life is pretty … eventless. And it is fine by me. Or maybe what you would call an event I would call unimpressive, I don’t know. All that to say that I had two (not events but) intresting happenings today.

Number 1. Some of you are aware that this week the professors at university are on strike. Thursday, my faculty is on strike also. So it leaves me with a week off (maybe that is why you find more posts than usual in such a few days). Not entirely off as today I headed to university to meet up with colleagues to work on an assignment together, only to find a bunch of teachers and students blocking the subway entrance of the university. We could not get in. Nobody actually, going to his/her 2pm class could get in (through that entrance). My friends and I figured we’d simply get through a different entrance. Obviously, they couldn’t guard the doors of every single entrance to the university. It seems that there are strikes every spring at my university. Either from students or professors and it’s always because of money. How surprising?

Number 2. I thought I hadn’t put a picture here for a long time. I don’t take pictures these days (months!)… probably ’cause my life is eventless. I was looking in some baby stuff I have in a storage bin I have. I found something not babyish at all. I found my grandma’s old tuque! I remember she had quite a few of these and I kept one ’cause I thought it was cool instead of getting rid of it. So here’s a picture of my beautiful face (one has to encourage oneself every once in a while… hahaha just kidding) with my grandma’s tuque. It’s quite warm.

Oui, j’ai d’l'air d’une twitt.