tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67338253205593860212024-03-06T04:24:37.623+01:00* hope *A record of the (hopefully) sailing Mich's adventures onboard the Logos Hope.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger69125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6733825320559386021.post-35456987277650362732009-09-03T16:30:00.003+02:002009-09-03T16:37:06.426+02:00Gravity and fluff<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">As much as I love to travel, feel the wind on my back, walk with a spring in each step, live with little - i hate it. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Let me explain.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I hate the fact that all my good books are in boxes and all my good clothes are in bags. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I feel like I don't really see them anymore and what good is a good book in box in a corner in a room, where no one can read it? </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I hate not being able to find my stuff at speed, or sometimes even forgetting i own something just because they're all compartmentalized, packed up in nice little boxes and bags.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">So yes, ms michelle ding sue yean, you're in quite a predicament.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">You like to have a 'settled down' space, where you know where things are. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">And yet, the other part of you wants to be carried with the wind, in the wind - to wherever that leads, <span style="font-family:verdana;">you don't really care. </span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">And both are two parts of the same body, two hands - pulling and tugging at each end. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">God,</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> how do I do this?<br /><br /><br /></span></span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6733825320559386021.post-33199612075112390382009-08-26T08:34:00.002+02:002009-08-26T08:37:41.664+02:00On perception.<span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family: verdana;">In the spirit of blogging emails, here's another one : </span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family: verdana;">A: </span></span><br /><br /> <div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">i have a good question for you to ponder on.</span></div> <div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> </div> <div><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" >do you think we are responsible on how other people perceives us..? or are those who are forming an opinion on us also equally responsible on how they perceive us?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">mich : </span><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" ><i>"We do not see things as they are, we see things as we are." </i>- Anais Nin.<br /><br />I think both sides are responsible. But there's a third side - what OTHER people say as well - the media, or other friends' thoughts - we change our perceptions based on these things that are inputted into us as well.<br /><br />You said it yourself - No two people perceive the same way towards the same person. This is true. Everyone takes in data and process it differently than the other.<br /><br />But still - I think, the way we perceive things or people is perhaps <span style="font-style: italic;">more largely</span> to do with who we are, rather than who they are.<br /></span> <span style="color:#888888;"> <b><br />-m- </b></span><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6733825320559386021.post-5969542991808559602009-08-22T19:51:00.005+02:002009-08-22T20:31:19.416+02:00On Walking<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />I just reconnected with an old friend, and he sent me a link to this </span><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xFyzi2C5kQg">video</a><span style="font-family:verdana;">.</span><br /><em style="font-family: verdana;">"Sometimes we have to get lost to find ourselves"</em><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Walkabout.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Which triggered me to write this reply. I don't really like placing my emails up here, but then I guess this is different. Like I (will) say - it IS </span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:100%;">telling.</span> </span></span><br /></span><br />-@-<br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><u style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><b>Walk</b></u></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >. That's a good thing. It's a good 'telling' word. </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" > I actually looked up the word on the dictionary, because that's what I do and look what I found : </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span></span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><b>walk </b></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >|wôk|<br /><i>verb</i><br /><br />1 [ intrans. ] move at a regular and fairly slow pace by lifting and setting down each foot in turn, never having both feet off the ground at once<br />2 informal abandon or suddenly withdraw from a job, commitment, or situation<br />3 an act of traveling or an excursion on foot<br />4 an unhurried rate of movement on foot </span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >It </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><u style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><i>is</i></u></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" > telling. </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >I feel like it's even telling of the sequence of life that I've been through since our last 'conversation'.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >1) I was in a job - something stable, more predictable - safe. </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >And then it got dangerous and awry - wrong choices made. A lot of darkness, and you know of that season. </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >2) Which led to the necessary sudden closing of that chapter. Walking away from that life - job, house, everything.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >3) Where through different circumstances, God seemed to have orchestrated a 'Lifeline'. I got to join the ship. Travelling around Europe on sea, and a lot on foot when we were at different towns. </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >4 ) And right now - coming back here. The same person, but oh-so-different. Trying to piece things together again. One piece at the time. One step of faith at a time. </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >But I feel much more refreshed now. I had a job and all this time last year, but I still felt aimless. I felt like I wasn't doing what I was supposed to be doing, my soul being sucked away. haha. </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >Right now, I don't have a job - I don't know yet what I'm going to be doing. And yet there's the reassuring feeling that it's going to be alright, everything will be fine. It almost feels that I have more aim and purpose now than I used to, in the job. And it's not even that I didn't like the job, or the industry. I did - but there was always this gnawing feeling that there's gotta be more, much more.<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" > So I'm glad I took that leap of faith. </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >It's been amazing, this journey. </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >I guess you could say I went for a </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><i style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Walkabout</i></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >. And found out a little bit more about myself, but more than that - I rediscovered the Father God. Oh how he loves. And he CAN be trusted. Hey on that, listen to this song, it's nice : </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><a style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lhU36AFcgtE" target="_blank">http://www.youtube.com/watch?<wbr>v=lhU36AFcgtE</a><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >I am back after 6 months away and I find myself wincing at all the 'stuff' I had. </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><i style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Things.</i></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" > MORE things. Things I thought I needed. Things that I am now trying to give away systematically to those who perhaps need it more. I am trying to live on less, I realise I need much less now - but I'm happy-ier. Much happier. :) </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >We shall see what the next step is. But I'm excited. I'm anticipating more adventure. haha. </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >I seem to be pouring out my night thoughts to you. I haven't blogged or written anything in a while, so. ( but I shall begin again soon - that's the plan ) </span><br /><br />-@-<br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">And I have started 'the plan' by placing this here. This space is going to go through major revamp, hopefully in the next couple weeks. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Thank you again, for journeying with me. I cannot begin to tell you again how much family and friends support has been such a big part of this walk - and how much it will continue to be. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">God gave me destinations, opportunities and chances - you gave me the wings to fly. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">*muchos gracias *<br /></span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxdso0MKSCQWeFBtDj0W0lDeDa_-xBiNRAauiMpXfn9R-lV1NWUH2IFCRT7xgQ-82OKNMWxxJz2wXhNsYIZl7LIlLNd-bH81Q_xruzlVzODlogOoDBaL5C-cwv5Oh04gKUHASwFferEoge/s1600-h/P1120848.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxdso0MKSCQWeFBtDj0W0lDeDa_-xBiNRAauiMpXfn9R-lV1NWUH2IFCRT7xgQ-82OKNMWxxJz2wXhNsYIZl7LIlLNd-bH81Q_xruzlVzODlogOoDBaL5C-cwv5Oh04gKUHASwFferEoge/s320/P1120848.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372855584611722450" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx7Z4kvCz2oJLuTp0zG2ki4g2weumN5U2Ghc6adnkInAigjjX1i9fnSGwSAEhsUPbiGAviKx49puPKV6mW-m6HyURLon6lBMzBAP95OJqwUcb8TN7em1ma61iJnylOluCpgbhTWqSQm3yP/s1600-h/P1120852.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx7Z4kvCz2oJLuTp0zG2ki4g2weumN5U2Ghc6adnkInAigjjX1i9fnSGwSAEhsUPbiGAviKx49puPKV6mW-m6HyURLon6lBMzBAP95OJqwUcb8TN7em1ma61iJnylOluCpgbhTWqSQm3yP/s320/P1120852.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372856393692999090" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6733825320559386021.post-77607091991714089592009-08-17T18:08:00.002+02:002009-08-17T18:19:50.198+02:00Inertia<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7uzjG_b6I7HyYcEXgKKZpXG1G2JI61zXGfmy4Iae-Dq4H04Kv9Td8t3p7MqeWsF9jlcU0gNWRB1T3rMTQzXXLyOcb87zxqDxbpMz2L01gWvxfSNLM3m0FeHhkBsluo4wSYMgZKir8naau/s1600-h/P1090986.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7uzjG_b6I7HyYcEXgKKZpXG1G2JI61zXGfmy4Iae-Dq4H04Kv9Td8t3p7MqeWsF9jlcU0gNWRB1T3rMTQzXXLyOcb87zxqDxbpMz2L01gWvxfSNLM3m0FeHhkBsluo4wSYMgZKir8naau/s320/P1090986.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370965731076598978" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">i've been missing winter lately. Strange. </span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">hmm. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">And this picture above - looks too surreal. </span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I can't believe I was there. That was January in Koge, Denmark. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">My next most immediate project is to set up a site for the entire Logos Hope adventure, with more pictures and descriptions. Hopefully with Wordpress! I'm going to spend some time tinkering with that web publishing tool - along with a lot of other stuff I'd been hoping to tinker with, and hopefully - squeeze some French into that as well. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Let's hope I start going at speed soon enough. Right now I feel slothful, and I want to be in action but it's just -- i don't know.. slothful. I just need to get into groove again. Inertia. I SO need to pick up speed.<br /><br /><br /></span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6733825320559386021.post-69541681817634097472009-07-22T04:16:00.003+02:002009-07-22T04:20:56.241+02:00Walk the Earth<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.uncorneredmarket.com/"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 90px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTjNJDm6mpvQQ4A-a4GLQNIgFYDmjirH9WZ0rKU4Nj53HQfiIoXBa7del63sdMMBNR6vsUG3cr0CdXqx3-zVQN7j4GEcuL8klsEPl2bTHSK4xsiRGwonh_fy_Qg9n88-4tvPw995T9j5Yz/s320/logo.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361103039296822194" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">This is it - my dream 'job'.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Someone once asked me - if I didn't have to earn money to keep a living - if I could just do </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">whatever</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> I wanted to do in life, what will I do?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I said, after some thought - that I would "Walk the Earth". - take in every sight and sound and smell, unhurriedly. And maybe write about it.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Kinda like what </span><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.uncorneredmarket.com/about-us/">these </a><span style="font-family: verdana;">guys are doing.<br /><br />It would be so so so so cool. :)<br /><br /><br /></span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6733825320559386021.post-50292490835598236032009-07-09T20:01:00.007+02:002009-07-09T20:43:39.768+02:00One Week<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">So it's been one week since I got back to the Motherland.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">My body has been reacting, ( well, staging protests, more like ) to the change in temperature and yada-yada.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">We caught the flu bug.</span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCOcWtz5dPrBW6Jf9_96jjzZbq8gxAihzqTinbJkZ45ZnZS20r31vJ9d3t5nim6UZOvNJWjxgDVjzf3kRVN82IdXkJvNGVKO6XktkFcpTLl7z5enGLTQaRiIXHsnDl9c1HwuMfalwAmJKM/s1600-h/flu.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 217px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCOcWtz5dPrBW6Jf9_96jjzZbq8gxAihzqTinbJkZ45ZnZS20r31vJ9d3t5nim6UZOvNJWjxgDVjzf3kRVN82IdXkJvNGVKO6XktkFcpTLl7z5enGLTQaRiIXHsnDl9c1HwuMfalwAmJKM/s320/flu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356525891723001922" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;">which really is, somewhat expected, considering the 15 (or so ) degrees change in temperature in justabout 20 hours.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">And the funky timezone thing.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">but getting the flu right now is just NOT cool.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">especially not when everyone's so touchy about it. </span></span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" ><br />See flu these days is not just flu, it's extremely important to know WHAT sort of flu.<br />ESPECIALLY when you : (1) Ada simptom Flu (2) Baru balik dari UK.<br /><br />So I've been stuck at home. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRtGeGG9EOvuSgktKb7dHYXX0gjHXPXVR_7-WAiPx7Log8t8P2acea6lHmaj0ex9zZqBo9tO2eeDgekdMyaSIN7D886kbthJ5RawtykJJf-qWU9kyR-fOd463yvXqVTQJhqz9bIOmDS3yQ/s1600-h/fluG_468x356.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 162px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRtGeGG9EOvuSgktKb7dHYXX0gjHXPXVR_7-WAiPx7Log8t8P2acea6lHmaj0ex9zZqBo9tO2eeDgekdMyaSIN7D886kbthJ5RawtykJJf-qWU9kyR-fOd463yvXqVTQJhqz9bIOmDS3yQ/s320/fluG_468x356.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356527540636904498" border="0" /></a>Self-quarantine. Civic responsibility. ( <span style="font-style: italic;">having the flu, feeling blu</span>e..) - Really, it's true - the whole-flu-bug-stuck-at-home-ness does a lot to make things less -- colourful, more ---<span style="font-weight: bold;">dreary</span> )<br /><br />Having to wait for the bloodtest results :<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit6SUuwj7DbPM8pZXMO03V1jeIHLglEn5YX3mgPZk1-14eAzrwUiRFA2-R8skS2z61-9O8j16_92V1f2riQgXZ4rlsKsW_QTTs0P7L7h2XSfIM5BMKf4WjqDceSFY5sOtB8X9gwHlGepSc/s1600-h/3483098291_8beaeffeda.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 175px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit6SUuwj7DbPM8pZXMO03V1jeIHLglEn5YX3mgPZk1-14eAzrwUiRFA2-R8skS2z61-9O8j16_92V1f2riQgXZ4rlsKsW_QTTs0P7L7h2XSfIM5BMKf4WjqDceSFY5sOtB8X9gwHlGepSc/s320/3483098291_8beaeffeda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356527759465141650" border="0" /></a>( and missing the Mac )<br /><br />But yayy, I'm okay. :)<br />It's just (a) flu, not the celebrity sort.<br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >And I already feeel much better.</span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" > Life can go on again. :) </span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" ><br />I'm just glad I'm not growing a beard. ( hey when your body decides to throw tantrums, who can tell? )<br /><br /><br />Meanwhile, </span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">swine flew. </span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH94kRt3fbWS_4S5ordSMp8oVPvzLLALKK2GZH2kBOjUCQrV2FIwcVJNC91XCuh7wCgtlll8XGEFO3UYv8x1oo0xqpYqjfQrOezdAHhgN-PUsg5F27Y-cK2lFQGxoQKuPbyX3Ve6U9EuM9/s1600-h/swineflew.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH94kRt3fbWS_4S5ordSMp8oVPvzLLALKK2GZH2kBOjUCQrV2FIwcVJNC91XCuh7wCgtlll8XGEFO3UYv8x1oo0xqpYqjfQrOezdAHhgN-PUsg5F27Y-cK2lFQGxoQKuPbyX3Ve6U9EuM9/s320/swineflew.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356532315812894242" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">:-)</span><br /><br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6733825320559386021.post-42408649504367684152009-07-06T15:12:00.002+02:002009-07-06T15:18:38.525+02:00Plugging back in..<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">is <span style="font-weight: bold;">hard.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">especially when you're having breakfast when you're supposed to be going to bed, and going to bed when it's dinner time.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">not to mention you keep waking up at odd hours cos your body can't well understand what timezone you're in, it just feels iffy.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">ah, plus the sudden rise in temperature, yo. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">And then you miss the people and life you've been so used to.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">And you think about all the things you had wanted to do but then you didn't cos time went by too quickly in the last lap.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">And then you want to write a proper update and summary, and tie things up together - but the thunderstorm just had to fry your Macbook - and so you're limbless. Or at least you <span style="font-style: italic;">feel </span>that way.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">And then everyone's asking you what's next when in truth, you really don't know.<br /><br />You feel like you want to be in movement, but you wonder where?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Re-entry. </span><br /><br /><br /></span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6733825320559386021.post-8046008467855132832009-07-04T09:12:00.000+02:002009-07-04T09:57:14.913+02:00Ecclesiastes 9<a href="http://bible.cc/ecclesiastes/9-1.htm"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">1</span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">So I reflected on all this and concluded that the righteous and the wise and what they do are in God’s hands, but no man knows whether love or hate awaits him. </span><a href="http://bible.cc/ecclesiastes/9-2.htm"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">2</span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">All share a common destiny—the righteous and the wicked, the good and the bad,</span><a href="http://niv.scripturetext.com/ecclesiastes/9.htm#footnotesa"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">a</span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"> the clean and the unclean, those who offer sacrifices and those who do not.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><br />As it is with the good man,<br />so with the sinner;<br />as it is with those who take oaths,<br />so with those who are afraid to take them.<br /><br /></span><a href="http://bible.cc/ecclesiastes/9-3.htm"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">3</span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">This is the evil in everything that happens under the sun: The same destiny overtakes all. The hearts of men, moreover, are full of evil and there is madness in their hearts while they live, and afterward they join the dead. </span><a href="http://bible.cc/ecclesiastes/9-4.htm"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">4</span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Anyone who is among the living has hope</span><a href="http://niv.scripturetext.com/ecclesiastes/9.htm#footnotesb"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">b</span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">—even a live dog is better off than a dead lion! </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><br /></span><a href="http://bible.cc/ecclesiastes/9-5.htm"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">5</span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">For the living know that they will die,<br />but the dead know nothing;<br />they have no further reward,<br />and even the memory of them is forgotten.<br /></span><a href="http://bible.cc/ecclesiastes/9-6.htm"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">6</span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Their love, their hate<br />and their jealousy have long since vanished;<br />never again will they have a part<br />in anything that happens under the sun. <span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><br /></span><a href="http://bible.cc/ecclesiastes/9-7.htm"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">7</span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Go, eat your food with gladness, and drink your wine with a joyful heart, for it is now that God favors what you do. </span><a href="http://bible.cc/ecclesiastes/9-8.htm"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">8</span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Always be clothed in white, and always anoint your head with oil. </span><a href="http://bible.cc/ecclesiastes/9-9.htm"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">9</span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Enjoy life with your wife, whom you love, all the days of this meaningless life that God has given you under the sun—all your meaningless days. For this is your lot in life and in your toilsome labor under the sun. </span><a href="http://bible.cc/ecclesiastes/9-10.htm"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">10</span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Whatever your hand finds to do, do it with all your might, for in the grave,</span><a href="http://niv.scripturetext.com/ecclesiastes/9.htm#footnotesc"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">c</span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"> where you are going, there is neither working nor planning nor knowledge nor wisdom. </span><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><br /></span><a href="http://bible.cc/ecclesiastes/9-11.htm"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">11</span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">I have seen something else under the sun:<br /><strong>The race is not to the swift<br />or the battle to the strong,<br />nor does food come to the wise<br />or wealth to the brilliant<br />or favor to the learned;<br />but time and chance happen to them all.</strong></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6733825320559386021.post-92133820618046860232009-07-01T00:12:00.006+02:002009-07-01T00:21:36.876+02:00On Time.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">sharon lime says:</span> (6:50:04 PM)which part of the sea is u at</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">sharon lime says:</span> (6:50:07 PM)and what does the clock show</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Michelle says:</span> (6:50:50 PM)i am at copenhagen</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Michelle says:</span> (6:50:53 PM)i am OFF sea</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Michelle says:</span> (6:51:19 PM)it be showing 1250 on the wall but 1150 on my watch but 1850 on my computer</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">sharon lime says:</span> (6:51:32 PM)so what be it mean</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">sharon lime says:</span> (6:51:36 PM)what time is it actually haha</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Michelle says: </span>(6:51:38 PM)it be mean - time is relative</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Michelle says:</span> (6:51:41 PM)it is the wall that is right</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">sharon lime says: </span>(6:51:47 PM)1251</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Michelle says:</span> (6:51:49 PM)the watch is my yesterday self</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Michelle says</span>: (6:51:53 PM)the comptuer is my malaysia self</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">sharon lime says: </span>(6:52:00 PM)so exciting right</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">sharon lime says:</span> (6:53:17 PM)what is a yesterday self</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Michelle says: </span>(6:53:27 PM)a yesterday self is my self yesterday</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Michelle says:</span> (6:53:30 PM)in another country</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Michelle says:</span> (6:53:37 PM)"the past is a foreign country"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Michelle says</span>: (6:53:42 PM)but really, i was in another country</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Michelle says: </span>(6:54:08 PM)you keep travelling through time and space and then the sun goes up and down at weird hours and then you're chatting with people from all over with different times</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Michelle says:</span> (6:54:15 PM)time just becomes something bouncy. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">i like. :) i thought this was a neat conversation.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Share-On don't keeeel me! :)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">p/s : let it be known that it's not that our english is retarded or anything but we is speeking the BFG-ish. From the Roald Dahl book. We learnt it growing up. That's why we turned up quirky. ( well sharon's more quirky :p but we is liking quirky very much! ) </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6733825320559386021.post-42342529190097259992009-06-11T01:28:00.004+02:002009-06-11T01:42:18.843+02:00* awe *<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic1ofQOakV4QwRbwO_rGy6hsO5nciYaQTH88SP0WAeT3cezQyhKAWXU_Cuzi8WDV040SvqhPiokI1BgHoH9M8Il5OY96_D7g2HAb03YnxGZzt3RyU4UvK4Ngbc59E6s5C44zqqgbDCBe4I/s1600-h/P1170094.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic1ofQOakV4QwRbwO_rGy6hsO5nciYaQTH88SP0WAeT3cezQyhKAWXU_Cuzi8WDV040SvqhPiokI1BgHoH9M8Il5OY96_D7g2HAb03YnxGZzt3RyU4UvK4Ngbc59E6s5C44zqqgbDCBe4I/s320/P1170094.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345846958982205794" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">So I guess I also owe this blog a picture.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">And what better picture than Daisies! :)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I've always snitched pictures of these online - but now I get to take some of my own. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">And that makes me happy. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">And feeling blessed. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">And daisies are such happy flowers. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">And they're also so random. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">And sometimes I really think you don't get what you ask for, you get <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">better. </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">How can I stand here and not be moved by You? </span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6733825320559386021.post-59757646973466342352009-06-11T01:00:00.003+02:002009-06-11T01:18:22.251+02:00Hope Floats on the English Channel, Michelle thinks while waiting for Pie to Bake<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">So this will be my last sailing journey. </span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">And I have finally finally gotten sea legs!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I don't feel the ship moving. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Granted, the English Channel is probably a lot smoother than the other seas we've been through.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Still.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I threw up on the voyage from Dublin - Cardiff. My first time. ( and that right after I tried taking the pill for the first time. )</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">"Boss, I just vomited for the very first time on a voyage."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">"CONGRATULATIONS!" *hugg*</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">haha. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">But then it seems I have 'gained' tolerance because of that inside-out incident.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I'm totally a-okay on this journey.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I can even read, write, type and not feel anything - which is a lot. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">So yayy :)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">This'll certainly come in handy. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Maybe I can try reading in a moving vehicle next. That I could not do that has always irritated me; all that 'travelling time' reading potential.. ( i travel quite a bit, so - that's a huge chunk of time there.. ;) )</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Anyhoo, in other news, our ship caught fire yesterday. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">To be exact, toilet paper caught fire. Rolls and rolls of toilet paper.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">It was a smoky affair, and could've been very very dangerous. We were all quarantined to a deck for almost 3 hours or so? </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">One of the biggest fears for ship is fire. So, it was quite a biggie. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">But, </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I was cool as a cucumber the entire way. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I don't know what to feel about that.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I find my lack of fearful response sometimes disturbing. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">But at the same time - I guess it also springs from the fact that I </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">think</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> I do not fear death. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">No, not anymore.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Like, before the whole perforated appendicitis thing - I wasn't ready. Nosiree, definitely not. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Maybe then I feared it a lot more. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">But thereafter I've been living everyday with the thought that it could very well be my last. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I wake up everymorning with my first thoughts being :" Good morning Lord, I'm alive! Thank you."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">And everyday you have - another shot, another chance - what a gift! :)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">And everyday you wake up still - it means you still have something you need to do. Your life still has some sort of purpose that needs to be unfolded. I believe that. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">These days I try not to have very many things 'hanging'. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Especially not at this point of life. I mean, I don't even know what'll be when I get back home. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">6 months at a time. One day at a time. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">One day at a time is all it takes. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">And really, if you think about it - that's all we have for</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> sure.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Today. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;">Today.</span></span> </span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6733825320559386021.post-78520129125760203012009-06-09T05:17:00.001+02:002009-06-09T05:31:16.205+02:00Chee Yong this is for you<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitwkP_ZWd8kOTasZqv79h4_Nt1_Kyb-OAU6Ip7kQpsypQO_LGoEFwS4H-aSrHhoJIZejIUpPPJlrtt_SPFDDUdoBY4gPuWMfu1UooBwnK9lizvYmskgXwxN7x4T-mEe_iq94zK-2lBBlt7/s1600-h/P1170235.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitwkP_ZWd8kOTasZqv79h4_Nt1_Kyb-OAU6Ip7kQpsypQO_LGoEFwS4H-aSrHhoJIZejIUpPPJlrtt_SPFDDUdoBY4gPuWMfu1UooBwnK9lizvYmskgXwxN7x4T-mEe_iq94zK-2lBBlt7/s320/P1170235.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345164279221286722" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6733825320559386021.post-4736542142706824912009-06-08T00:17:00.002+02:002009-06-08T00:38:34.176+02:00Sweeede<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">SO it's Sweden's National Day today. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">And the Swedes are celebrating it. ( but they say that they've never really been conquered, so they don't really need to celebrate independence, but the national day is just a day to remember all things Swedish ) .</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">And so you do stuff like stuff miniature Swedish flags in your hair. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Or walk around with a blue and yellow IKEA bag full of meatballs and other IKEA stuff.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">I like the Swedes. They're nice. :)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">This is a Rastafarian Swede ( heh ):</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOM4GDu8u5F2rZXihyphenhyphenk0yWYxk_eYBat5khU9k9wUDylzUIcT7Pt_u13wnFf-rIzRSX68ob1QF-fxMlgHxM8Y5Hkwb-Ug2RJB-6Equ102LGHk1KJ7PhJtATqepwf0m5lbiFkqrZQB3Wk7ah/s1600-h/P1170267.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOM4GDu8u5F2rZXihyphenhyphenk0yWYxk_eYBat5khU9k9wUDylzUIcT7Pt_u13wnFf-rIzRSX68ob1QF-fxMlgHxM8Y5Hkwb-Ug2RJB-6Equ102LGHk1KJ7PhJtATqepwf0m5lbiFkqrZQB3Wk7ah/s320/P1170267.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344715195252959362" /></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6733825320559386021.post-36539760049983070762009-06-05T22:03:00.003+02:002009-06-05T22:33:07.436+02:00Nooks around Cardiff Bay<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUxtVl0iy0-CFwpaehfHNcjsytiOTJfPmeuJoXWasx8BI0tP1QAzOhHYwc-C_wbVhmZhHOxEEXCJR1hCCk96UWQyRNDPzC2wsUnoRUJVUlBl-MKPEPTRXBGRu0RryoP72EReKmjRgKDCeB/s320/P1170137.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343940016329330018" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">This on a wall near home. ( uh, I mean, ship. ) :p</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I just thought it was a good picture. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Speaking of which, this one's picture-worthy too. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">This is the water we are on. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcujG9vpS3-isTIX_GY914LFMA7U15SQtim0canhWZdcpT_TVuQOhmjF-me4fnO3aDV191wom9iyAvIirY2P69sWoqk0Rl9z3dZWFh-LhcfOLjVaJ072tHV8lHRLwzbbfgfb7l0bWlXJ8R/s320/P1170066.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343943505989930658" /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I thought this was a funny sign. Especially the 2nd, 3rd and 4th line. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Okay. :) </span></span></div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6733825320559386021.post-14799708945360568902009-06-04T02:20:00.003+02:002009-06-04T02:47:09.165+02:00Hopetimist<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br />Okay.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">So I've been getting a lot of little notes saying I don't do enough updating. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Guilty as charged. *weak smile*</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">And I do feel it tugging at me, everyday.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">But the internet has been a pain the last few ports.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Thankfully, that has improved since Cardiff.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">A whole lot of things have actually - even the weather.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">The<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"> saving</span> sun. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">The sunshine is lifting everybody's spirits to record high. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I'm going out for lunch and dinner on the grass almost everyday -- and it only becomes dark at about 10 at night so that is VERY cool. :) </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Just to get me in the updating mode again, I have decided to a set of "A Picture A Day" for the next 10days. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Here goes today's picture of the day :</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTojePu4PIi60U8p_tXQh8rDKKgNu_Y1byRmGxec1rKmqPAp4D6gefSRjbPc5fB0TB9f0hX-17pZi7ucwO2CeEuXJOnASaiU4DX6zZhVTPITzH-7IsUNO3CNTIB6VV4MdLoiHqi8UXyk_0/s320/P1170221.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343263374407269506" /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">But of course it had to be something to do with HOPE.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">... and my on-going fascination with cool tee-shirt statements, not forgetting my innate ability to walk up to almost-strangers with the daunting statement question : <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">"Cool tshirt, can I, uh, take a picture of it?" </span>( insert wide eyed innocent no-i-am-not-a-serial-killer-freak-person smile ) <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">"Uh, not you -- just the tshirt."</span> "<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">You sure?</span>" <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">"Yes thank you very much"</span> Snap snap. :)<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I was at ART vs MUSIC - a fundraising event in town where artschool students auctioned their work to raise funds for a ministry called REVIVE. It was good, I had much fun - but more importantly I was inspired to do something similiar back home. Reminds me of a conversation I once had with Kester. Maybe it's time we dig up some of our old wild ideas and bring them to reality. Could be should be fun. :)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">And if anything else -- there's always a <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Hopetimist</span> hanging out inside of me waiting to come out. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;">Always</span>. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">And I'm glad. :) </span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6733825320559386021.post-45987277201970927562009-06-02T01:35:00.007+02:002009-06-02T02:04:15.079+02:00To be WOWed a million times over<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">So I got a FEDEX package this week. </span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">It took them awhile, because they didn't quite comprehend a ship address. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Ahnywayyyy... </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Took me a lot of walking about to find payphones and emailing and waiting at the window for almost an hour for the great white van with white and blue fonts on it to arrive just 5mins before the ETD. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">But - it was sooooooooooooooo worth it.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">OMG you guys! </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Opening up that stack of postcards, seeing all your messages, putting everything together was -- more than overwhelming. WOW. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I could've cried, I probably did. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Not to mention being flocked by random shipcompany passerbys while I was piecing the thing together. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">"You have such good friends!"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">"You mean this was self designed? ( eyes wide open ). Wow"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">"Your friends are so creative"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Yes yes yes. :) I was the happiest most touched most overwhelmed person on board that hour - no doubts about that.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">So thank you. Dankiwell. Spesiba. Takk Sumiket. Takk Firyol. Danke schon. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I miss you guys. No, actually - I prefer the French term : <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">"Tu me manques"</span>. -> You are <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">missing</span> to me. I don't just miss you, but you are missing to me. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Yep. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I am touched. It was one of those moments where you for a splinter of a second feel : "I must've done something right.". </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px;">Thanks for giving me that. </span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYkLAOUgoCxiatMX6ORH66IN5k1KIpYA5QSHdxeN2aT5H9DCE23_bG-k1Tmrk9IAlQAkz0M3iBJm4mow7feCXHplSYnkJonTsmF7Jfin4UEYUB9EwsvFj8SG-DgW1XczVBINZdpMHH7aCV/s320/P1160977.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342509845172560418" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">i am SO beaming. :)</span></span> <br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyHuc6NEeKocI5DGaDBGVoq9OBIik7Kl9iBWBfLEkgW0AK6fOdPVSc5NqSRCAmPOW169T7_zuf2XZwoWLmpSwgrwbWg8rO8qwszhz62Fh6ZWWOYIdV2zSknxeXM4-P6rFQQYq9PpkVAmAZ/s1600-h/P1160980.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyHuc6NEeKocI5DGaDBGVoq9OBIik7Kl9iBWBfLEkgW0AK6fOdPVSc5NqSRCAmPOW169T7_zuf2XZwoWLmpSwgrwbWg8rO8qwszhz62Fh6ZWWOYIdV2zSknxeXM4-P6rFQQYq9PpkVAmAZ/s320/P1160980.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342510415434142002" /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">you guys deserve a kiss</span></span></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrhgzyRKLPe19E7CIU5mDgD_03Xf9t-DRq8GjeYyrvMVwAm7YhOJRbkDyvxU9tVydRo9IC2g4dYNSCo-xDyRpDkplpmla-iI9TS45T5qo4ZLlvAxFZZBN6y3rKSubykaQSgiaYuv4xR6HC/s1600-h/P1160985.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrhgzyRKLPe19E7CIU5mDgD_03Xf9t-DRq8GjeYyrvMVwAm7YhOJRbkDyvxU9tVydRo9IC2g4dYNSCo-xDyRpDkplpmla-iI9TS45T5qo4ZLlvAxFZZBN6y3rKSubykaQSgiaYuv4xR6HC/s320/P1160985.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342509091449925186" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:10px;">NICE to "see" you too, all of you. :) </span><br /></div></span><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6733825320559386021.post-67714740072464531632009-05-05T12:03:00.005+02:002009-05-05T13:20:34.578+02:00Picture Perfect<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">In a rare moment of good internet.<br />Here : pictures from Faroe Islands.<br /><br />Just the ones I have on the intranet.<br /><br /><div style="FONT-SIZE: 13px; WIDTH: 288px; FONT-FAMILY: arial,sans-serif"><div><embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="288" height="192" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&RGB=0x000000&feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fmichelle.dg%2Falbumid%2F5332279610238306641%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss"></embed></div><span style="FLOAT: left"><a style="COLOR: #3964c2" href="http://picasaweb.google.com/michelle.dg/Foroyar">View Album</a></span> <div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"><a style="COLOR: #3964c2" href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/getEmbed">Get your own</a></div></div><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">I'll write more about the pictures and Faroe Islands and it's people soon.<br />I gotta run now.<br /><br />cheers. </span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6733825320559386021.post-31651150667692465272009-05-04T02:09:00.004+02:002009-05-04T02:45:08.573+02:00Box-Me-Up<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">so Svenja, my ship sister came up to me at the lunch line and said, "I went to a church this morning that really fits you. I think you'll like it very much."</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">" Ah, why? "</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"> It's the most charismatic church I've ever been to."</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">:) heh.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">wow. I guess I'm more 'charismatic' than I thought. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">On the contrary, in the church I went to this morning - I sang a lot of old hymns I've never sung before. Almost everyone wore a coat, and some wore hats. Most had white hair - but they were such darling people! Firm handshakes, warm smiles, and the ladies really just smother you with hugs and kisses. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">"Go to India, child. You must go to India"</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"> - said the lady who'd spent 37 years of her life there as a missionary. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">I grew up in a charismatic assemblies of God church and in some ( a lot ) of ways, I will always remain one. But I've also learnt so much from the times I've spent in that close-knit Lutheran community in Bangsar. And my months ( years ? ) of searching during the uni-days saw me visiting every denomination - leading me to the conclusion - that we all have different ways of doing things anyway, and it's all about the love, y'know. Everything else is just an expression of that love. And that always reminds me of something Bono said : </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">"To be one, to be united is a great thing. But to respect the right to be different is even greater."</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Being here in Ireland, seeing how the roads and people and walls and buildings and churches segregate and divide themselves - makes his songs and words mean so much more now. 'It's all in the past now. It's all in the past.'. Yes it is - but that past is still too recent for comfort, and you could still almost feel ( or at least see ) its lingering shadow. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Religion. Beliefs. Faith. Hope. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">All used interchangeably sometimes. But they definitely do not mean the same. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">I do not like religion. </span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6733825320559386021.post-69987411033027553522009-05-03T00:20:00.004+02:002009-05-03T01:44:52.736+02:00Shamrock<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Tomorrow morning, Sunday - Mountpottinger church. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">I'm going with one of my favourite Russians - Alexey Osintev. :)</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">We're doing a short intro session about ship, ministry - and maybe a testimony. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Had dinner tonight in the house of an ex-Douloid ( 1982-1984 ). It was good. Breakfast for dinner's always good. :) And then of course we had to talk about tea, and coffee ( and kopi luwak ), which very quickly turned into a full-blowned discussion about weird foodtypes from around the world. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Ah food - the conversation starter, ender - and sometimes ( most times ) it just takes over.<br />But all in good fun. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">I realise that I've been a very adventurous 'eater'. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">But then again I'm Chinese. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><em>brr.</em> </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">I just added dried Whale meat and Whale 'blubber' + rotten raw sheep meat into the list of 'exotic' foods I've tried. ( Faroe Islands ) </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Ah, and the raw herring in the Netherlands. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">I didn't try the Haggis tho. ( Scotland ) </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">I have so much to tell but I don't know where to start. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">"Ireland" is an interesting place and I have a feeling I've only seen one part of it. I'll have to go to the Republic of Ireland before I get a full grasp of the Irish, and the things that unite/divide them. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;">For starters, I just found out that there's Irish English and then there's Irish - like a real Gaelic language. And who St Patrick really was, and what is the significance of the 3 ( clover?) shamrock leaf. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;">Time! Time's winged chariots are catching up, running after me. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6733825320559386021.post-31082540943892862582009-04-29T10:56:00.002+02:002009-04-29T11:01:52.486+02:00Sedated<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">it's strange that.. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">all my life i've ALWAYS wanted to come to Ireland.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Like, it's been my number 1 must-go-in-life destination. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">And yet, when I'm finally almost there, ( just drifting off Belfast's shore actually ) - i don't feel quite too excited.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I don't know if it's just the aching sore throat I have, or that I'm experiencing some minor symptoms of burn-out ( noooooo..!) or that the Faroe Islands was just tooo way-up-there.<br /><br />hmm. We're entering into Belfast soon.<br />Ireland.<br />Hard to believe.<br />I'm here.<br /><br />Let this be a place of exciting new discoveries.<br /><br />I will take time to update this blog. There IS so much to tell. So many stories of God's hand at work. So many stories of amazing amazingness.<br /><br />Discipline, mich. Discipline.<br /><br /><br /></span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6733825320559386021.post-12083429559346958132009-04-27T01:59:00.005+02:002009-05-03T01:19:04.810+02:00Everything<div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">even a million pictures will not be able to captivate the moments, places and faces we've experienced here in the faroe islands.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">what a place! </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">moments like these you never forget.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">moments of bliss</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">moments where you just stand in awe. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">moments of unexpected kindness</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">i will never forget this place</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">and maybe someday i'll come back. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Takk firror, Abba.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">How can I stand here, and not be moved by you?<br /></span></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;">I just added some pictures, all <strong>real.</strong> </span></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;">Now you'll know why I keep saying surreal.<br />how do you think it felt standing there, in the midst of such beauty, and trying to take a meagre picture? heheh. </span></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#006600;">Some of my most blissful moments were in the Faroes, I'm sure of that.</span></span></span></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7MA-YNtUAlDNS_PFoYvd9ywl9HxNKIvv0YZn9PTdnQELBy_UrTOFSjxOnTSoPDCAwiQbBBZWRX2Qhf-7Y2tg_DTyNIBwKae4QXkP9lFQdNFdXG6119c7q0by4VEL4PwB5iFpARSxK6zN4/s1600-h/P1150063.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7MA-YNtUAlDNS_PFoYvd9ywl9HxNKIvv0YZn9PTdnQELBy_UrTOFSjxOnTSoPDCAwiQbBBZWRX2Qhf-7Y2tg_DTyNIBwKae4QXkP9lFQdNFdXG6119c7q0by4VEL4PwB5iFpARSxK6zN4/s320/P1150063.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331369520037141362" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb3v7h1ZwpGpf4BmFJ05t1EpSEKxxxBopurkyCoWqUKwY-GNUKgRUcuJayTB7siRu79F33DYmLV7-XSszBFOmz51O4y4dfkfXXXLGibrigsUASgIhHLlYPGYVk37xG1s2qyAO-3DDmdDGu/s1600-h/P1150038.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331361761375415330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb3v7h1ZwpGpf4BmFJ05t1EpSEKxxxBopurkyCoWqUKwY-GNUKgRUcuJayTB7siRu79F33DYmLV7-XSszBFOmz51O4y4dfkfXXXLGibrigsUASgIhHLlYPGYVk37xG1s2qyAO-3DDmdDGu/s320/P1150038.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKy_m-wvGD3OvBn-zOs_rQ775qD5fb0o6N704flna_0cJjHepoYU61TiMgXfi-c8X-dgEjhHAJcrvwAd9yq-sZvwwZli3L9gnACdnu_F0G24Cxnu8x951q6_0oTiyGe7oWoR5HhhBag9My/s1600-h/P1150651.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331359549324569762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKy_m-wvGD3OvBn-zOs_rQ775qD5fb0o6N704flna_0cJjHepoYU61TiMgXfi-c8X-dgEjhHAJcrvwAd9yq-sZvwwZli3L9gnACdnu_F0G24Cxnu8x951q6_0oTiyGe7oWoR5HhhBag9My/s320/P1150651.JPG" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6733825320559386021.post-38967215276567222252009-04-26T17:31:00.001+02:002009-04-26T17:35:16.065+02:00ELIM<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">it's our very LAST day in this magical place - Faroe Islands.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">my heart will be so sad to leave. </span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">it's beautiful -- too beautiful.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I lead another church team to a church called Elim tonight. Brethren ( Free ). It's in the next island. </span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Service is in 1.5hours time. </span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Pray that God's message be sent through the team. There are 4 of us. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Takk firror ( that's thank you very much in Faroese )<br /><br />We sail off at 0030 hours tonight.<br />Next port Belfast.<br /><br />I will update this page in the next 2days hopefully. And newsletters. I owe all of you that.<br /><br />pray. watch. expect. experience.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">cheers. </span><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6733825320559386021.post-63250626154291228542009-04-22T11:16:00.006+02:002009-04-22T11:34:04.307+02:00Hebron<span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">I lead a team to a local community of Christians here; Hebron.<br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;">Meeting is tonight.<br /></span> <span style="font-family:verdana;">We'd be talking about ourselves ( and the countries we each represent ) , the ship's ministry and mission needs in the world at large.<br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;">To challenge them.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;">I just found out Hebron means 'alliance' / friend. They need to be friends in ministry. :)</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Please uphold in prayer. </span> <span style="font-family:verdana;">Thank you. </span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br />Meanwhile - this island is just out-of-this-world, really. I didn't think places like this still existed/ever did. heh. It's the closest thing to Utopia that I've seen in any side of the world I've been to. </span> <span style="font-family:verdana;">What a privilledge to be here!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I guess there is a time and season to everything - even in ministry. My difficult country days have and will come. But at the mo' - this place is good soul refreshment :)<br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHigwo9wFqA0b56CWaV47iWTB7G8OE086Aq5D_b0fU9niBRZwEgh-PlYJXsFojWs9VyWzDKEjPp7p30KbO82VdWseKTCHRn6Sbx0Xn8cqZssyzhd0PXyfl2B4PCwLpzeTG0xf6GHliHfkM/s1600-h/P1150057.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHigwo9wFqA0b56CWaV47iWTB7G8OE086Aq5D_b0fU9niBRZwEgh-PlYJXsFojWs9VyWzDKEjPp7p30KbO82VdWseKTCHRn6Sbx0Xn8cqZssyzhd0PXyfl2B4PCwLpzeTG0xf6GHliHfkM/s320/P1150057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327445685469911282" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6733825320559386021.post-83120296135427078852009-04-17T11:13:00.001+02:002009-04-21T02:02:46.531+02:00Faoroes Fairies<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ_raHfgcerqBjg6uT6Db-5Eflm26W8m3-Q6ALWG1ioRXzDL3B9ForC2fZSPfoemaRAx8T4JJTdBfHZjz4jjHft2onFGO44IfXnK-YTzFabkEnPoT-sXMthNhLfZEfA-gjXxeafl0ysSaA/s1600-h/P1140662.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ_raHfgcerqBjg6uT6Db-5Eflm26W8m3-Q6ALWG1ioRXzDL3B9ForC2fZSPfoemaRAx8T4JJTdBfHZjz4jjHft2onFGO44IfXnK-YTzFabkEnPoT-sXMthNhLfZEfA-gjXxeafl0ysSaA/s320/P1140662.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326927369749772402" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">We're here! </span></div> <div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">The Faroe Islands.<br />We can see it, but we can't park in it yet.</span></div> <div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span> </div> <div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">It's beeeeautiful.</span></div> <div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">No highrise buildings, no trees.</span></div> <div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">Lotsa sheep. </span></div> <div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">48000 people, 90000 sheep.</span></div> <div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span> </div> <div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">Internet not-so-friendly. </span></div> <div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">Lotsa Edinburgh stories, but. </span></div> <div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">( and pictures! )</span></div> <div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span> </div> <div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">When we get better connection. </span></div> <div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span> </div> <div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">Meanwhile. We're in the Faroe Islands, we're in the Faroe Islands! :) </span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6733825320559386021.post-39145985162377353082009-04-12T17:35:00.002+02:002009-04-12T17:38:01.254+02:00Aberdeen<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I'm in Aberdeen, 3 hours up north from Edinburgh for the weekend. </span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Church Team. We're at King's Community Church. </span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Kid's Church, Malayalum Service and Evening Service. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">The evening session's theme is 'Hands'. </span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I'm giving the challenge.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Please pray. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Thank you.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Owh, Happy Easter everyone. </span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Spring is here. Daffodils are blooming and flourishing everywhere. </span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Spring. Easter. New Hope. How apt. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">:) </span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2