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28 June 2006

Introducing...

INTRODUCING....Katie!!

Katie started blogging on 23 June 06. Her first REAL post was on the 26th. If you like reading about just about anything, check out her blog! Leave note to say hi, or whatever you like, really. I think most of you already know Katie, so without further ado:

http://woodlilly.blogspot.com

Welcome to blogging, Katie :).


27 June 2006


He stared out the window, into the foggy night. The curtains were half drawn, but he still watched through the small opening, and waited. Waited for that moment of truth, when all of the puzzle pieces would reveal themselves as a thing of beauty. A spot of light appeared on the horizon, growing larger each second, until, with a roar, the car passed by, the light fading into the distance. He sighed. Reaching out to his left, he picked up the picture that meant so much to him, the picture that held all of the security of the past. It was a moment in his history, ten years ago, he was six years old then. He smiled as he looked at that picture. It was a family picture, brothers and sisters all there, the parents smiling in that ever so boring way at the unseen camera. The siblins, lined up, nice and proper. And there he was, lips in, tongue out, fingers behind his brother's head. It had meant nothing then, and it was precisely that point which gave it so much meaning. Free to mean nothing. Free to do nothing. Free to be nothing. Now, his siblings were gone. College, university, marriage, had taken them from the home. And there he was, sitting there, in front of that window. When was he going to mean something? Do something? Be someone? Would he? Could he? Should he? Another car flew past, heading towards some destination he would never know. What if that person died, in that car? Would he go to hell? Shouldn't he have flagged down that car, just in case? That person might suffer forever, because he didn't stop him. A person dies every second. At most, half of them have come to a personal faith in Jesus. A person goes to hell every two seconds. Because he wasn't there with them, talking with them, showing love for them. It was late. He closed the curtain.


24 June 2006

Busy...

This is a quick note to let you all know that I probably will not be posting very much over the next week. Don't worry, I'm not leaving, just I need to concentrate on getting this...thing ;)...finished.


22 June 2006

Woohoo!

All my old comments are back! You know what that means...all our old discussions(which about none of you(except Tala and Lysha) participated in) are back! Go check out this furious one about baptism, covering two posts and a total of 94 comments!

http://keithbrink.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_keithbrink_archive.html

I'm very happy about this. This has been an awesome day :). Thanks to all of you who made it that way :). (I'm thinking, off hand, of Katie, AndreaB, KathleenL, Brittni, Lysha, Phil, my Oma, Lara, Vic, my parents, and primarily God, of course).

Heh...reading all the comments on my last post made me realize how much things have changed over the years. I read over them, and half the people there I don't even know who they are. Most of them, I barely talk to. I didn't even talk to them then, really. But yet, look at these comments:

"Calling Mr. Keith!! Calling Mr. Keith! Where are you? Hasn't been here for a MONTH?? Wow that's strange. I wonder where he went to... maybe he's managing his real-time interface coprocessor island. But how??? Will it never be explained?" - Alena(who is that? Anyone know?)

"Gravatar Ha ha! That was really funny! I like your blog!" -Danika(again, anyone know this person?)

"but nobody else likes your blog if you don't actually post." -Shimmer. Do you remember those long conversations we used to have over MSN? We were both determined to speak in person, but then when we had the opportunity, we never did. Unfortunate...

" I don't care if you post about something else, just post!" -Kaffeine(at least I know her :)). By the way, this was on my second last post in 2005(my last was on the 22nd of April :S).

Thank all of you back then for the encouragement you gave, even though I refused to blog *-). I realize it was rather rude of me to abandon an entire community of friends. Well, the past is the past, now it's time to go forward :).

" he's sick or something phil says. it's funny though, he'll post, and than disapear off the face of the planet!" -Lysha. Heh, thanks Lysha. You've always been around, though I have to say we're on better terms now than we used to be :).

Gah...these comments make me realize how much I've grown over the past year, and how much I still probably have to grow. It's slightly embarrassing, sometimes, to read what I've said or done. At least most of the time I was alright :). *sigh* I was such an unfaithful blogger back then. I'm glad that none of you hold that against me :).


21 June 2006

Change

It is absolutely incredible how fast things change. 24 hours ago I was sitting here, poring over job applications, cover letters, and resumes. I wanted one specific job very much, and I gave it my best effort. I created glowing descriptions of myself, honest ones, but using phrases that made a simple concept seem like an amazing skill. For example, "able to talk about stuff", became "Expressing concepts and information clearly and concisely, while providing effective and immediate responses, both written and verbal." I really wanted this. The next morning, I apprehensively emailed a letter and resume to my prospective employer. You all know what's coming, don't you? "This position has been filled." It burned. Luckily, I was speaking to a friend of mine who I hadn't talked to in ages, so I got over it quickly, with her help. So, I was happy again, and I sent out another application to a different place, one that I didn't want quite as much, but it still wasn't flipping burgers. However, me being me, I made a mistake. Instead of sending the application from my professional email address, "Keith Brink", I sent it from my normal, casual email account, "Icewolf". Now, consider this. If you were an employer, looking for a person to fill a customer service position, and you received an application from some guy who calls himself "Icewolf", would you hire them? I know that I probably wouldn't. That burned even more once I realized what I had done, and this time, I was alone That was the low point of a very fluctuating day. On one hand, I was disappointed, twice. On the other hand, I finally got to speak with a very good friend of mine. Well, evening rolled around, and my Mom got back from my Oma's place. She said that she had something for me, from Oma. Before I tell you what, understand that I have a debt of about $105 to my Mom for Campfire Bible Camp that I will be attending this August(rather excited about that :)). So, out of her purse, my Mom pulled out a check. I won't tell you the amount, but essentially the entire amount I needed was paid for. In one stroke, I lost my motivation for getting a job. I also felt much better about my previous mistakes, considering that I no longer really needed money. Understand that I rank my friends above most other things, so the only reason I wanted a job was so that I would be able to pay for some social activities this summer. Now, with my current income, I can do everything that I want to do, and remain debt-free. I'm feeling pretty good about this right now. My summer will be free :). Ahh....One of the many high points of the day, certainly.

So, I was speaking to one of my other friends, and she apparently thinks my fiction is good, suprisingly enough :). Thanks friend :). Anyways, I said that I can only write fiction when I'm down, but for now, I'm going to retract that statement and give it a go. Now....What to write :). I hope you don't mind if I write about death or something. I'm not saying that I will, just that I might.

A drop of water splashed onto the small pool of water, rippling and distorting the landscape reflected in the pure surface. A trilling call came from a nearby bird, a sparrow, maybe, as it sang out its song of happiness. The air was filled with the sweet smell of lilacs, and another smell, almost mint, but not quite, floated elusively through the invisible wind. A little girl, no more than seven, gazed at this scene of peace, her feet sinking delightfully into the soft ground, the mud squishing through her toes. The breeze stirred her loose brown hair, tossing it into her innocent blue eyes.

Cut it here. This is going to be one of those choose your own adventures. If you feel like being happy, start reading the next paragraph. If you feel like being sad, skip the first paragraph and continue on to the second one.

She laughed with joy, brushing back her hair. A small droplet of water landed on her nose, quickly trickling down to her left cheek, then dashed away with a vengeful hand. She smiled again, and gathering up her light blue dress, ran through the mud and puddles to a large fallen tree, just large enough for her to sit on. Resting there, she looked up at the sky. A few small clouds scurried about, without a trace of the rainstorm that had so recently vanished. There was rain within the forest, though, leaves freeing themselves of the load they carried. All was fresh, and there was life in the air. The girl breathed it all in, taking joy in all the small plants and insects she saw. Her eyes glowed with excitement at the newness of the old, her cheeks a light shade of red. Some day, she would learn all the science and laws that governed how everything worked. It would become her job, to research and study why plants acted the way they did. But for now, she pleasured in the glory of it all, with no inhibitions or fears or stresses. She was in love with the world, and the world was in love with her.

(warning: Sadness awaits. If that's not what you want, please do not read this.)

The breeze stirred her loose brown hair, tossing it into her innocent blue eyes. She ignored it, instead focusing on the small ant that scurried through the grass. She held out her finger, and the ant obligingly climbed up onto it, and stood still for a moment, considering this new terrain. A second later, it considered nothing. The girl withdrew the hand that had delivered the killing blow, and looked at it with those innocent eyes. "Why don't you move, little ant?" Her lips quavered. "Why doesn't my Mommy move, little ant?" Her speech faltered, her hand dropping to her side, the lifeless ant falling to the ground, sinking into the water. A little tear fell from her eye, quickly tricking down to her left cheek, and it remained there, reflecting the little beams of light that filtered through the trees. A silence pervaded the area, mirroring the awful silence that grew in the girl's heart, growing more terrible each moment that passed. The sun shone brightly, but it was dark. A second tear joined the first, and another, and another, until the girl sobbed with unknown sorrow, crying out against that silence that had first taken her Mommy, and now her heart. She covered her face with her hands, and the tears trickled down onto her delicate fingers, pouring out that grief which cannot be expressed any other way. Those innocent eyes knew nothing put the pain that reached out and choked all the joy around her. There was nothing but the silent unknown.


17 June 2006


Which Animal Are You?
Your Result: Duck

Ducks are content to swim around all day or relax in the grass. They are loyal to their mates and can get very angry in self-defense, but generally they are calm creatures. You are a duck.

Dog
Mouse
Cat
Horse
Bear
Hawk
Snake
Which Animal Are You?




You are 42% an Odd person!!!

You are slightly odd. But not enough to call you an odd person. Your friends might say you are quirky and occaisionally you may act a little odd. But on the whole you can pass through life as your normal every-day person.

How Odd Are You?




Wow...taking an online quiz(love those things), and the question here is "You trust reason more than feelings." (Yes or No). That's a really difficult one, because while I place a lot of faith in my reason, I also act off of instinct or my intuition. And it's not that I don't trust my feelings, per se. I mean, if my mind is telling me that I'm sad, I very much trust that I'm sad. What is sadness besides feelings? Now, I don't trust that I should be sad, so, it's a difficult thing. Or maybe, I do trust it, because if I am sad, then there's probably some reason for it, if nothing other than over-reacting hormones or whatever it is. But if that is the case, then that doesn't mean I shouldn't be sad, right? It just means I shouldn't turn emo over it. Not that I should turn emo in any case, but I think you get that. Anyways, continuing on with the quiz...

Bleah, stupid questions. They should have a neutral possibility, rather than forcing you to choose. For example: " You feel more comfortable sticking to conventional ways." Umm, sometimes I do, sometimes I don't. It depends on the situation.

Well, this is me: "Playful and fun-loving, the Performer' primary social interest lies in stimulating those around them, arousing their senses and their pleasureful emotions-charming them, in a sense, to cast off their concerns and "lighten up." Representing about ten per cent of the general population, Performers radiate warmth and optimism, and are able to lift others' spirits with their contagious laughter and their irrepressible joy of living."

What do you think?

He he, I think this could be used to describe some of my friends :):

"SPs sometimes think and talk in more of a spider-web approach. Several of my ESFP friends jump from thought to thought in mid-sentence, touching here or there in a manner that's almost incoherent to the listener, but will eventually cover the waterfront by skipping on impulse from one piece of information to another. It's really quite fascinating."

I love it when people do that. Yeah, I really do.

Anyways, follow these two links that apparently describe me:

http://typelogic.com/esfp.html
http://keirsey.com/personality/spef.html

Oh, and if you want to take the test, it's here:

http://www.humanmetrics.com/cgi-win/JTypes1.htm

If you decide to take the test, post what your result was!




Everyone, listen, and take this to heart: When you're referring to yourself and another person, it goes "Person and I". Not "Person and me", or, "me and person". For example, this is wrong:

So Tim and me went to the game yesterday...

This is wrong:

So me and Tim went to the game yesterday...

This is correct:

So Tim and I went to the game yesterday...

Use this rule in text and in speech. Don't forget! Also, "it's" is a contraction of "it is", not the possessive form of a neuter object.

So, I went to a party today, an rather unexpected party actually, and I unexpectedly saw Janelle! He he, yeah, I know you're all jealous now :). Even though we didn't play musical chairs, which I was rather excited about...More coming later, even though all of you won't be reading this until later is earlier.


15 June 2006

Ode to the brother...

My brother, Phil, graduated today\yesterday. He is now offically finished with school, though unofficialy not so much. Strangely enough, this feels like more of a turning point than did, say, your 18th birthday. Now, you're going to be moving on, maybe not immediately, but the time is close now, close enough to warrant this post. As I stated on your card, it's been a long sixteen years. I've known you my entire life, and I am the better off for it. Maybe sometimes, I haven't realized that, but you have given me an example to follow. In some things, of course, I don't agree with you, but your insightful comments have shown me truths that I would have otherwise ignored or missed altogether. You have taught me what it is to love, what it is that makes up me, and how to respect someone a lot bigger than me. You have shown me dedication, bravery, creativity, humour, and open-mindedness towards things that I haven't experienced(though, I have to say, I'm probably better off without the eggplant). You've given me new taste in music(to think I used to like country!), bruises, and a lot of helpful advice\criticism. Many of the things you've said to me will carry me through a difficult time, or will make me realize something I would not have realized otherwise. We are different, you an I, it is true. I think those differences can be summed up in the following conversation, while "playing" with LEGO(or was it Construx?), so many years ago:

Me: "Alright, I made a plane, let's play!"

Phil: "No, I want to build"(some fantastically large and disgustingly compilicated and time consuming building)" first!"

Me: "Phil, that'll take all day, common, I wanna play."

Phil: "Later, OK, I just want to finish this."

Me: *sigh*, "Fine, just hurry up, I'm bored."

(hours later)

Me: "Phil, are you done yet?"

Phil: "No, it didn't look how I wanted it, so I took it apart and started over."

Me: .......

Yeah. You still want to build, and I still want to play. I really hope that I can still play with you, once you've finished building. So, um, are you finished with your school yet, because I need a ride to my friend's party....


08 June 2006


Ahh.....friends.




Don't you hate it when you get worried about something that you shouldn't be worried about? Especially when it's something obscure. You can't tell anyone, because no one would get it, but it still bugs you. Gah...


07 June 2006


Ahh....I love jazz. It puts me in such a good, pleasant mood. As a small note for any future romantic interests: if you don't like jazz, then you'd better make me a cake to make up for that. You know, I've started this post three times now. The first time I left because my friend came over, the second time my browser crashed on me, the third time...wait, there wasn't a third time. W\e.

Why can't we all just be friends? No, I'm not talking about world peace or something like that. I'm talking about all those people who think that dating before you're ready to commit yourself to a serious relationship is a good idea. I mean, I understand that you have some emotional attachment to a specific person, because I have the same thing going on in me(it's rather annoying), but taking it farther than a friendship is pointless. First of all, you're taking a huge risk. If something goes wrong, if hearts are broken, you lose a friendship that otherwise could have been incredible. I don't understand what is so attractive about taking that risk. Is it an adventure for you? Exploring something new? Well, take my word for it, I've been there, and it was empty. Yeah, I never went the distance, I've never kissed, but I somehow doubt that a purely physical experience would lead to anything but sexual desires.

Maybe the attractive thing is the benefits that are enjoyed by a person in a relationship. They enjoy all the many perks of having a partner, like...um...let me think, what is there besides physical contact? Wow, I can't really think of anything. I mean, if you can't give anything of yourself but your body, what are you in a relationship for? Let me elaborate. In a perfect relationship, both parties are willing to give their entire life to the other. In an adolescent relationship both parties are willing to give...what? I really doubt that anyone reading this blog is willing to give anything more than a kiss, certainly they aren't going to give their life. I suppose that they give their "love", which is actually not love, since love(as my brother so insightfully pointed out) is a combination of emotion and reason, and entering a relationship with no intentions of even considering a lifetime commitment is certainly not reasonable. Now, here's the killer. Friendships can have that true love. No, not the same kind of love as between couples, but a friend's love. You like the person, you enjoy being around them, you have a good time with them, and you have positive emotion for them. At the same time, you give a commitment to the person, not on the same level as marriage, certainly, but as a true friend, you are loyal to them, through all those rough patches. When you ask them out before you're ready for marriage, you're effectively saying "You know, I know this is going to fall apart eventually, but I want to have you now, because I want gratification now." You remove that commitment that you had to them previously, because asking them out is only asking for pain, and that is not loyalty, that's selfishness. It's like going out and robbing a bank because you don't want to save up for that sweet new car, or dress, or chocolate bar, whatever strikes your fancy. Yeah, eventually you're going to end up in jail, and the new item will be damaged so that it's value is less than it was previously(would you buy a half-eaten chocolate bar?). Also, it's unlikely that you'll be able to admire that new car(be friends with?) for some time. Yeah, iron bars and grey walls don't look like new cars. Feel free to read as much as you want to into my analogy, I can think of a lot of lessons that could be drawn from it(post-relationship depression :P).

Well, I'm feeling much better now. If any of you out there are in a relationship, try not to feel too offended, or whatever you feel after reading it. I mean, I would encourage you to try and put the relationship back on a friendship level, but I know that's not practical. It's your call...

Yeah, that was my rant, if any of you reading this disagree with what I said, feel free to argue with me, I'll be reading my comments :).