The next few posts will be some very late videos. This first one is a trip with the siblings to NYC during the Christmas Break. Watch the video below and enjoy!
The next few posts will be some very late videos. This first one is a trip with the siblings to NYC during the Christmas Break. Watch the video below and enjoy!
My dad used to bring home this amazing coffee syrup for milk called Ice Java. The only place we could get it from was the local Acme supermarket, and even then only at a few select stores. We’d have friends come over and they would ask, beg, plead and bribe to have a glass of this stuff. That’s how good it was!
We would go through bottles of it so fast that my dad would have to buy a few of them and hide all but one, just so we didn’t finish it all too quickly.
Then we received some sad news.
Acme stopped carrying it. There wasn’t any announcement or anything. We just couldn’t find it in the coffee aisle anymore at the store. My brother and I were quite upset. We consoled each other through the rough patches and tried to find some alternatives, but nothing ever came about.
It’s been a few months and I was getting ready for a small party when I opened the cupboard and saw this:

Apparently, my mom had cleaned out the pantry and found two bottles of Ice Java that my dad had hidden away and forgot about. They don’t expire until Feb/2010, but i doubt they’ll last that long.
YUMM! The last two bottles of Ice Java…
If you haven’t heard of Shaun King, I suggest you read his miracle story and watch this video of a part of a recent service at his church in Atlanta.
This is just a “poll” of sorts to get some perspective on your views. It’s for something I’m working on, which I hope to let you all see/read soon.
It’s supposed to snow about 10 inches in some areas today. I still had to go to work even thought there are no classes since it’s Spring Break. Half of our department’s out and it’s pretty quiet.
I got to work a little late, even with the two-hour delay. I thought the delay was so that facilities could clear the snow, but they were barely through when I got to campus.
On the way to work I saw a few accidents. The first was a car turned completely the wrong way just at the start of Route 309. Another involved a few trucks pulled over. And immediately after that was a Tractor trailer that went over the side of I-276. I had my camera so i took pictures for you to see below.




I was looking through some old pictures and I realized how good my college days were. I made my own schedule. I had plenty of free time. So many spontaneous random trips to Chicken N Rice, Mad Mex, Naked Chocolate, and more. Now I can’t do that so much since I work a 9-5. Those were some great times and I’m thankful for those memories.
There was one particular day, last year, that was exceptionally fun. It was in the morning and Dany and Siby were picking me up from the airport. We decided we didn’t want to waste such a great day, so we called everyone we could think of for a trip to Mad Mex for some great wings. We got Liffy, Sarah and Vickie to join and we were on our way! We took a bunch of pictures, and even has some “spontaneous photoshoots”. I put it the pictures together into a short video and added some music.
Good times.
It’s been going on for more than a week already. Probably a bad server config or something. either the bots at Facebook have no clue what to do, or they don’t care soon we’ll all find something else to take up our time other than Facebook.
And I’m not alone.
Malayalee churches never talk about relationships.
They never talk a bout sex.
Is it that the church expects the parents to teach it? Or is it that the parents expect the church to teach it?
Or is it that they both expect each other to teach it?
And then the parents put the pressure on the son or daughter to get married and they just wind up settling because they are about to “expire”.
Not that it always ends bad, but many times it does. That’s when we see postcards like this:

But how do you know it’s true love?
“Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.” – 1 Corinthians 13:4-7 (NIV)
“I am my lover’s and my lover is mine” – Song of Solomon 6:3 (NIV)
When I was in twelfth grade I hit a tree.
I may have shared this story before in various places already.
I hit this tree going at least a minimum of 20 MPH on a mountain bike.
I hit the tree so hard the front tire was bent out of shape and unrideable. I had to walk it up and out of the woods.
I had a helmet on, but that only protected my head.
At the point of impact, as i unwrapped myself from the tree, i just remember my entire left side feeling numb.
I could still move, but the wind was knocked out of me.
I struggled to catch my breath
I couldn’t focus
nothing else mattered
my arm and leg were moving, but i didn’t really feel anything.
Nothing in my fingers or toes,
or my heart.
nothing.
just stepped back and thought, what just happened.
then the pain began.
not painful and unbearable.
but a soreness, an emptiness that lingered just enough for me to know something was off.
something big just happened.
i think i hit the tree again
or at least about to.