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Dear world,I am in such a good mood that I have astounded even myself. Work has gone well, other things in life are trundling along as they should be, the sun is shining and my head is clear and I haven't even had any coffee yet. Do you know how miraculous that is? some weeks ago it was all foggy and where a skyline ought to be was a cloud of smog. Yes, not just fog but smog. Ugh. Thank God its

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It's only our second valentine's day.Last valentine's I made him a fruit basket with stickers (see photo above) which i downloaded for free because I don't believe in commercialized Valentine's hoopla.Then we went out and deliberately ate an awesome meal in a run down coffee shop near my place. There were no candles but there was really fantastic chinese double boiled soup.I think my only regret

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"Everyone I know in litigation has health problems..."Ran into a law school class mate on Sunday who said this and it bothered me.It's halfway true in a good and bad way. Not everyone I know in litigation has actual physical health problems. But plenty of people I know in litigation have developed this.... aggression and defensive twitchiness.

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I shall make chicken soup stock and store it in the freezer.Then I will cook these .....sweet and spicy mushroom stir fryWhite bean kale soupCaramelized onion tart with gorgonzola and brieyose nabe with ginger chicken balls *My own kitchen again! In just a couple more months :)Hugs self in happiness.

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I.WILT Thou forgive that sin where I begun, Which was my sin, though it were done before?Wilt Thou forgive that sin, through which I run, And do run still, though still I do deplore? When Thou hast done, Thou hast not done, For I have more.II.Wilt Thou forgive that sin which I have won Others to sin, and made my sin their door?Wilt Thou forgive that sin which I

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In seven years' time there will beNot one cell in my body that will holdThe faintest, fleeting, first-hand memoryOf you. As the surviving cells grow oldAnd die, so will you cease to live in me.Your worm should vanish from my broken pith.And yet I fear that I shall not be free,That you will turn from history to myth.It will pass on from cell to newborn cell:That golden age, when everything was

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From here.*Amazing room. Wish I had the eye for architecture and design - really appreciate a well designed space. *room updateThanks to Mr Grey's strenuous efforts with the vacuum cleaner, the room is actually much much better. But it's still horrendously cluttered and I still have too much stuff so the weekend before CNY is probably going to be spent decluttering SOME MORE.But... it won't be

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Somewhere in Eden, after all this time, does there still stand, abandoned, like a ruined city, gates sealed with grisly nails, the luckless garden?Is sultry day still followed there by sultry dusk, sultry night, where on the branches sallow and purple the fruit hangs rotting?Is there still, underground, spreading like lace among the rocks a network of unexploited lodes, onyx and

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All together now ... awwwwwwwwww.*Train stuffAre people being to harsh on SMRT? There are problems but the train system is now 24 years old and honestly, some kind of accident was bound to happen sometime. Nobody died, people just had to eat dinner late or do their christmas shopping another day. Not fun but not a disaster either. what I do find unforgivable is that when a young thai girl fell on

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O Holy Night [Matthew Perryman Jones] by Various Artists*Love this album and the folk rock rendition of familiar christmas hymns. *My christmas present ... actually more like my bonus present to myself arrived! I have a weakness - a bad one - of falling for impractical but interesting dresses. Especially if the dress seems to refer to something. In this case, the dress was all dreamy water colour

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Mr Grey had a brain wave and refurbished a pair of extremely awesome sennheiser headphones for me and i've been glued to them ever since. I was so dubious about using gigantic headphones at first ... and then he dragged me to this geeky audio-phile type shop in the Adelphi (where else?) and made me sit down and audition a bunch of awesome headphones. So now I have extremely awesome earphones that

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....Actually, it doesn't have to have a view. It just has to be less cluttered. People, have you ever watched one of those reality TV shows where they go to someone's house and do a house makeover? I am so in need of one. There is 20 years worth of JUNK in my room. It's so bad that it's both funny and kinda hazardous at the same time. Poor Mr Grey, he keeps sneezing because of the accumulated

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*"Say, its only a paper moonSailing over a cardboard seaBut it wouldn't be make-believeIf you believed in me"Found myself singing that a couple of weeks ago. I love that song so much .... and i found myself missing lindy and dancing in general. it would be so nice to have time for it all - piano, books, dance, work, Mr Grey, friends, church... but there isn't! So i'll make do with kicking dance

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*Back from Italy; it was an amazing trip. Was talking to Miss Shell last night about tours and trips. I am so glad my family stopped going on packaged tours - every family trip until I was in my late teens was the same tedious compendium of ridiculous early morning wake up calls, 10 minutes of photo time at the "sights", Chinese food at every stop (usually bad Chinese food too) and being driven

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*If you read this blog frequently, you'll find that I talk about Melbourne a fair bit. And I think I make it sound like this blissful place, this place of sunshine, good food and wonder. Partly, I was a student there and there was just so much more freedom. Partly, the food really IS better there. And partly, it's a less insecure place. It's a city grown comfortable with itself, its immigrant

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"It is possible at a distance to maintain the fiction of former happiness - childhood or school days - and then your return to an early setting and the years fall away and you see how bitterly unhappy you were. I had felt trapped in Singapore; I had felt as if I were being destroyed by the noise - the hammering, the traffic, the radios, the yelling......."-- Paul Theroux, The Great Railway Bazaar

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*So in Vienna (and all over Austria) they sell chocolates covered with gold foil and stamped with Mozart's portrait. I was fortunate enough to be given a bag full of them and they turned out to be delicious - layers of chocolate, marzipan and some caramel :)Mr Grey and I were just sitting around munching some ...Mr Grey : So what do you think makes these chocolates so nice? Me: maybe having

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One of my friends posted this. What would I give to be there right now. I'm homesick for the smell of spring, gelati and that ineffable sense of well being that rises from the St Kilda sidewalks on warm spring days.

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* This sermon led to so much thinking and reflection. It's such a basic issue: who are your friends? what does it mean to be a friend? It's the kind of sermon I wish I'd listened to at age 18, before I made so many mistakes. Friend mistakes, bad friend mistakes, boyfriend mistakes.... I wish I'd recognized toxicity earlier - before the damage set in. But then this is the kind of toxin you

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Whoever isolates himself seeks his own desire; he breaks out against all sound judgment. Proverbs 18:1 The way of a fool is right in his own eyes, but a wise man listens to advice. Proverbs 12:15 * Reading through Proverbs this year. Wisdom takes a lifetime. It is amazing how rich and full of meaning even a few verses can be. I'm meditating on Proverbs 18:1 this week and all other

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During the Sunday evening walk with Mr Grey, it came to me today that life is starting to feel good again. The gladness of living and breathing and being is coming back. And it also occurred to me that sometimes, trying to tough things out and not admit grief or sadness or loneliness is the worst possible way of dealing with things. Somewhere around the time 2009 ticked over to 2010, a bunch of

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Tree at my Window Tree at my window, window tree, My sash is lowered when night comes on; But let there never be curtain drawn Between you and me. Vague dream-head lifted out of the ground, And thing next most diffuse to cloud, Not all your light tongues talking aloud Could be profound. But tree, I have seen you taken and tossed, And if you have seen me when I slept, You have seen me when I

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From here, the reading list that shaped Obama: * The Bible * “Parting the Waters,” Taylor Branch * “Self-Reliance,” Ralph Waldo Emerson * Gandhi’s autobiography * “Team of Rivals,” Doris Kearns Goodwin * “The Golden Notebook,” Doris Lessing * Lincoln’s collected writings * “Moby-Dick,” Herman Melville * “Song of Solomon,” Toni Morrison * Works of Reinhold Niebuhr

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and love and hugs and kisses to everyone who called, texted, sent cards, emailed, messaged, facebooked and found some way to send me birthday wishes :)I had an awesome and restful weekend which was exactly what I longed for. Special THANK YOU (in caps!) to the following:-the sister who sent me a MONSTER PINK AND FURRY birthday card - who wouldn't love that? it filled a hole in my life I didn't

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Still, there is hope this fading yearthat next year will be our yearfor a winter hike to the island quarry.After the holidays, I'd propose.In January, when dormant hardwoodsclatter in the wind and only a stray spruceor cardinal lives for color. At such timesthe quarry sleeps ice-lockedbeneath sifting skins of snow. If it's safeand thick enough, I'll take you outacross the ice to that spotwe swam

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July the 14th, 1861 Washington D.C. My very dear Sarah: The indications are very strong that we shall move in a few days—perhaps tomorrow. Lest I should not be able to write you again, I feel impelled to write lines that may fall under your eye when I shall be no more. Our movement may be one of a few days duration and full of pleasure—and it may be one of severe conflict and

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Just because it was such fun to read:"It is obvious that no one will set soaring records in an airliner without power, but experience shows that a total loss of thrust is not necessarily catastrophic. There was the 1982 case, for instance, of a British Airways Boeing 747 that flew through a volcanic plume one night over Indonesia and suffered compressor stalls, surges, and the loss of all four

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*Warning: There isn't going to be any coherence in this post. There are only 6-7 girls in the bible study group but 5 of us are born in July - amazing eh? My birthday isn't till next week but this week was a nice half way point so we celebrated five of our birthdays with a lovely cake baked by the 6th girl.Went to see Hf and her two lovely girls last Friday night - good gracious - you really

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There are people and then there are people with secrets. In her book "Slow Motion", Dani Shapiro wrote about hers - the descent into alcohol and drug addiction, the affair with a married man, her spiral into destruction. Only now, encased in a book, they were no longer secrets, except from her son.Abraham fathered two children, Cain murdered Abel, David murdered Bathsheba's hapless husband and

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Last week had such emotional highs and lows and so many headaches. As in real throbbing there are lights flashing around my brain type headaches. I was eating painkillers like some children eat sweets and even so it was barely enough to get through the week. There's a current shortage of people in the workplace so I'm here there and everywhere and mainly very tired. The back is better, yes, for

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I've read somewhere that in terms of history, the US considers WWII to be a 'good' war. They didn't start it, they were attacked first, they were fighting against a definitely evil dictator so no moral ambiguity, they won ... Anyway, we won yesterday. What did we win? Sorry, that's not going up here. But suffice it to say that it was a good fight and we won well and cleanly so I'm very proud and

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One of my friends, the Jester, once said that all his blogposts seem maudlin and glum - obviously because he only blogged when he needed to vent about something. I'm not sure it's a bad thing exactly. The Jester and I have been friends for quite sometime now and glum as his blogposts sometimes can be, they've helped me to keep track of his state of mind and heart. Besides, once in a blue moon, he

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*Now may our God and Father himself, and our Lord Jesus, direct our way to you, and may the Lord make you increase and abound in love for one another and for all, as we do for you, so that he may establish your hearts blameless in holiness before our God and Father, at the coming of our Lord Jesus with all his saints. 1 thess 3:12-13*I don't think i fully understood Paul's heart until I watched

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*The piano teacher's getting married and he's going to perform this for his wedding dinner. I got the sneak preview on Monday night :) He actually asked my permission to play it in front of me so that he could get used to playing it in front of people and I could hardly believe my good fortune. I hope the people at the wedding dinner appreciate how sylvan and graceful it is. Thought of forests

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The name of the author is the first to gofollowed obediently by the title, the plot,the heartbreaking conclusion, the entire novelwhich suddenly becomes one you have never read,never even heard of,as if, one by one, the memories you used to harbordecided to retire to the southern hemisphere of the brain,to a little fishing village where there are no phones.Long ago you kissed the names of the

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Last week, one of my friends brought over a book to keep me occupied while I was stuck at home. I'd told her before that I loved this series of vet/animal stories by James Herriot and she kept saying that I'd love 'Doctor in the house' by Richard Gordon. So during her recent visit home to Australia, she grabbed it off her bookshelves and brought it to Singapore for me. Well, I finally got around

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I always thought that if I worked from home, I'd never get anything done. But here I am diligently beavering away. The upside of course is that I get to lie down when my back starts complaining - which is more often than I'd like. Update - turns out it was the sacrum and not the coccyx that fractured. The ortho says so and given the sheer number of x-rays he took, I'm inclined to believe him. It

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to teach you that... good health is very important... when in pain, reading and writing are pretty much out... sleeping through pain is an excellent excellent idea... God is good for so very many reasons, the chief of which is that you didn't injure yourself even more ... when you are rolling around in pain, you can somehow STILL feel embarrassed ... the humour of the situation is only available

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Finally sort of emerging from my den - a little. The last two weeks have been a horrible blur. A fortnight ago, I caught the flu and the meds have completely messed with my sleep and ability to think. (For two weeks? Yes. Such is the delicacy of the wires that string my system together)I reach for thoughts that aren't there, books fail to keep my attention for more than 15 minutes (I wonder how I

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*“It sometimes seems to me as if I did not belong to this world at all.” - Schubert*"I find it hard to account for the intensity of the spiritual response that the slow movements of late Beethoven and late Schubert produce in me. Why is it so much greater than that aroused by overtly religious music? That’s just me, I suppose. (After all, while I’m quite often exposed to the sublime works of

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"Try To Praise The Mutilated World"Try to praise the mutilated world.Remember June's long days,and wild strawberries, drops of rose wine.The nettles that methodically overgrowthe abandoned homesteads of exiles.You must praise the mutilated world.You watched the stylish yachts and ships;one of them had a long trip ahead of it,while salty oblivion awaited others.You've seen the refugees heading

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I have never seen bluebells in a wood in Spring but what I find myself longing for is not just the sight of bluebells in a wood but poems about bluebells, drifting lines about their hazy blue scent and the humming that rises from a wood lined with the green of Spring.

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*In a book I read recently, the grandfather of the protagonist told his mother that he'd give her a dream as a wedding gift.Name something you'd like to dream, he said. A garden, she said. I'd like a gardenAnd from that day on, she dreamt the same dream of a garden with irises, roses in the summer and sweet peas. She had a garden even when living in a apartment as a single mother with three

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Photo from here.Began the year with 5 very pregnant friends and today, the 4th little baby joins us! Baby Jewel was born a couple of hours ago and because it's now the year 2011, I found out through Facebook/Twitter when in the last it would have been a phonecall or a text. Down with flu and feeling too awful to write anything intelligent so here are a couple of funny little anecdotes from the

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The Ivy Crownby William Carlos WilliamsThe whole process is a lie,unless,crowned by excess,It break forcefully,one way or another,from its confinement—or find a deeper well.Antony and Cleopatrawere right;they have shownthe way. I love youor I do not liveat all.Daffodil timeis past. This issummer, summer!the heart says,and not even the full of it.No doubtsare permitted—though they will comeand

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All of Singapore's caught up in election fever. Odd but most of the FB crowd seem to support the opposition. I guess the last election I experienced first hand was so long ago that I sort of thought that everyone was still more or less in the ruling party's camp. I'm sceptical of all political parties and rhetoric (especially campaign promises) so I tend not to get as caught up. It's only in the

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*I do like the world of the internet but sometimes it's lovely just to take a break from it and go out into the real world. April's been busy! In no particular order there's been- a lovely trip to Universal Studios with Mr Grey- a huuuuge dinner with my lovely fluffy aunts (all 6 of them in the same room! That hasn't happened for ages and ages)- MG got baptized on Easter Sunday; my heart almost

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Today is a really bad day.Sometimes I feel so terrible about being a careless person - being careless with your own stuff is one thing - but being careless and slack at work is terrible. I make this resolution ALL the time. Be more careful. Be more meticulous. But when i get tired, its hard to care about the minor details. Sometimes I just want a job where the details don't matter.

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The most elegant advert EVER. Gorgeous. And of course. It had to be Bach :) **

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The Sartorialist always takes beautiful shots but this one is especially lovely - those birds captured mid-flight - just arresting.

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'Only thin, weak thinkers despise fairy stories. Each one has a true, strange fact hidden in it, which you can find if you look.” - Fire and HemlockDiana Wynne Jones died on 26 March 2011. I would be poorer without her books and to this day, they're my favourite rainy day read. (Actually, they're among my favourite reads in any kind of weather.) The best authors are like friends. I read Howl's

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The first is the fear of having anyone read my writing. I have an intense dislike of my own writing - once it's done, i re-read it and hate it so much I want to hit delete straightaway. The second is having to critique someone's writing. All this is because I'm glad someone I know didn't ask me to look through / edit her writing before it was published. It's now out and I'm heart glad that I

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Coffee on Friday with Soaps. Saturday lunch with Mr Grey - such good pasta! Girls bible study group on Saturday. Sunday school gathering on Saturday night with much curry and laughter. Sunday school outing to ... the Great World City food court(!) on Sunday morning. Good times.I haven't been writing for awhile now, must find an empty evening and fill up on books books books soon. Reading David

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A little baby was found amongst the ruins of Ishinomaki in Japan. Unbelievable. Whole houses and cars are completely destroyed but this little baby survives.It reminds me so much of this story.

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I have been Jean Valjean, and I have been Javert, but I wish to be Bishop Myriel. - Burk ParsonsIn the end, our opinion does not really matter. We will not die and stand before a mirror to give an account. - Mark Driscoll

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Talking to a friend on Sunday who'd served as a missionary in Japan, I was stunned when she said: "even those who survive the disaster might commit suicide because they've just lost everything and everyone...". I cannot watch any more videos of the disaster or watch the news anymore. This is what I know of Japan - from various news articles and from reports of missionaries who've been there.

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Did you ever have people in your life who were just wrong for you? Not necessarily boyfriends, friends too. I used to. Looking back, what on earth was all that stuff for? I will never understand how I let myself go through all that. But anyway, I saw these pictures from a friend's engagement, taken in CA, at the Bay Area. They were lovely and I expected the familiar heartache to hit again - it

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Though we should not speak about the soul,that is, about things we don’t know,I’m sure mine sleeps the day long,waiting to be jolted, even jilted awake,preferably by joy, but sadness also comesby surprise, and the soul sings its songs.And because no one landscape compels me,except the one that’s always out of reach(toward which, nightly, I go), I find myselfconjuring Breugel-like peasants

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* One of the things I love doing on a break is surfing around photography websites. Sites like Shutter Sisters, The Sartorialist and Today Melbourne inspire me. I love The Sartorialist's eye; the way his portraits of people on the street exude individuality and diversity in every shot. But more often than not, the blog I linger over the most would be Today Melbourne - the photographer has an eye

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** Different style but beautiful playing. Heartache from just listening.

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Bad news in the family has overshadowed the valentine's happiness - praying and trusting in God but this is hard for me and I feel a sense of fear.In times like these when I'm afraid and seeking, I'm thankful for the discipline of bible study. It's good to call up verses and remember God's promises. *Give thanks to the LORD, for he is good.His love endures foreverPsalm 136:1

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PastoralEvery garden dreamsof being Eden: rosebushesor wildflowers, it hardly mattersas long as the hum of beesremains peaceable and the doorto the grave stays hiddenbeneath a swath of grass.In the cooling afternooneach flower relaxeson its pedestal of stem,and the gardener too dreams,under a tree weightedeach fall with apples.*Q and AI thought I couldn't be surprised:"Do you write on a computer?

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O Lord, my heart is not lifted up; my eyes are not raised too high; I do not occupy myself with things too great and too marvelous for me. But I have calmed and quieted my soul, like a weaned child with its mother; like a weaned child is my soul within me. O Israel, hope in the Lord from this time forth and forevermore.*Came across this Psalm today and it amazed me. Of all

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1.My teacher lies on the floor with a bad backoff to the side of the piano.I sit up straight on the stool.He begins by telling me that every keyis like a different roomand I am a blind man who must learnto walk through all twelve of themwithout hitting the furniture.I feel myself reach for the first doorknob.2.He tells me that every scale has a shapeand I have to learn how to holdeach one in my

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The rainy weather makes it so hard to get out of bed.Did a little bit of writing today - it's been a long time since I've written anything. There are times I wonder if it dries up (like a raisin in the sun?). Good extracts from J I Packer (Knowing God and A Quest for Godliness):"Christians are independent folks for they use the word of God as a touchstone by which to test the various views that

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I know one of the promises of the bible is that God will remove them from you, that he will remember your sins no more.But today I read some things that reminded me of my sins - past and present - and peeled me out of that smug self satisfied middle class life. It reminded me of where (and what) exactly I'd come from, what it had cost God to bring me here and how very very little I deserve what

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This cat reminded me of the one I saw on one of my morning runs. It was early, 6:45 a.m. and around me, the houses were quiet.I huffed and puffed up a hill on my way home and then I saw this huge grey cat. It was lying on its back, looking like a majestic grey porpoise and it was definitely awake. As I ran past its house (which the human occupants probably think they own), its eyes tracked my

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SONNET 116Let me not to the marriage of true mindsAdmit impediments. Love is not loveWhich alters when it alteration finds,Or bends with the remover to remove:O no! it is an ever-fixed markThat looks on tempests and is never shaken;It is the star to every wandering bark,Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeksWithin his bending

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My favourite blog of 2010 was this one: Pray for ian I've written about it before but I guess what I wanted to write about today is why I like it so much. In the past, I read all kinds of blogs. Blogs of people I knew, fashion ones, design ones, blogs devoted to poetry and literature.. all sorts. But this one gives me perspective on my life like never before. For those who didn't read my previous

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Farsickness rough translation of fernweh (Ger): the opposite of homesickness.Imagine a love turned outas bread best castto the rivers, feedingsfor smaller, far-flung things—fire-flights of stillness,forms alighting, then airborne,until the breeze beginsto feel like hunger,the wayward sweep of desire—for the holy wheelrotating foot, breath, and earth,the pilgrim's chaff,

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I got another postcard from the sister. A dreamy view of Prague, bridges, city spires rising in a haze.I'll take a photo and post it later but for now, here's a snippet from one of my all time favourite movies - You've Got Mail. It's such a whimsical, nonsense little film. No deep meanings, it's not indie and its definitely not arthouse. But. It has NY looking delightful in four seasons. It

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blessings. But I can't list them all, or I'll be here for days! but here are a few standouts. The february wedding with elmo, cookie monster and big bird cupcakes! couldn't bear to eat them; they were too cute. the one where the whole family went to the UK and the sister and I ran off to Bath. Walking and walking all day in the lake district. Walking and walking somemore in London and Cambridge

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My cell group had a fun boxing day gathering and we played this musical pass the parcel game. You know the drill, pass the box around until the music stops and whoever is left holding the baby, gets to answer a question from a deck of question cards held by the game master.Funnily enough, we kept drawing or getting asked this particular question:Which part of church service do you enjoy the most?

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I finally deleted all my old emails from the Ex. All those old shadows and ghosts lurking in my sent folder and inbox - gone, exorcised. I felt ill going through them and deleting - they brought back memories of the girl that was and how ill and desperate and unhappy she had been. Life didn't begin until he left. I should have kept just one email though. The one I sent several months after the

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Extracts from the John Piper sermon which can be found here:So I take loving God in the Great Commandment to mean most essentially treasuring God—valuing him, cherishing him, admiring him, desiring him. Therefore, loving him with all our mind means that our mind—our thinking—is not what does the loving, but what fuels the loving. Loving God with the mind means our mind does all it can to awaken

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Scaffolding by Seamus HeaneyMasons, when they start upon a building,Are careful to test out the scaffolding;Make sure that their planks won't slip at busy points,Secure all ladders, tighten all bolted joints.And yet all this comes down when the job's doneShowing off walls of sure and solid stone.So if, my dear, there sometimes seems to beOld bridges breaking between you and meNever fear. We may

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An old friend rang up yesterday. He had some time to kill and rang me just to chat and catch up. It was fun; we laughed at each other, caught each other up on the latest news with other mutual friends and spent half an hour just horsing about. Arriving at a certain destination in life to find that you've finally caught up with where your friends are, spiritually and mentally is such a blessing.

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The exams are OVER. I PASSED. The adorable postcard was sent by the little sister who is even more adorable (but less green) than that froggie. She does, however, jump out to scream 'Hellooooo' at me just to drive me nuts. *melts into puddle of relief*I keep sneaking peeks at my exam results slip to make sure I read it correctly. Gives me this uplift of joy and relief every time :)

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Me: I have so many friends who are pregnant right now.B: Yes, there are going to be so many little rabbits.Me: ..... (horrified and wondering if its a reference to the phrase 'breeding like ...')B: chinese zodiac lah.Me: OOOH ~face palm~ *two couples in conversation Wife: Yeah I guess when the baby comes, things will be different. Harder to find couple time. Husband (who shall remain un-named):

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What did you like to read when you were growing up?Anything. I was a reader. My parents would frisk me before family events. Before weddings, funerals, bar mitzvahs, and what have you. Because if they didn't, then the book would be hidden inside some pocket or other and as soon as whatever it was got under way I'd be found in a corner. That was who I was...that was what I did. I was the kid with

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We got to Hoi-An on Monday afternoon, in time to walk around town and marvel at how the river had swollen since the last time M was in town. The next morning, the water seemed to have risen slightly but it wasn't until after lunch that we realized that it was really going to inundate the town. By nightfall, the water had claimed the street closest to the river and the air was charged with urgency

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Just one paper left - the hardest of the lot though.The parents are back from Europe with oodles of chocolate and the loveliest stack of CDs. I've swiped the Placido Domingo and the Vienna Boys Choir one :) Listening to Ave Maria (both the Schubert AND Gounod), munching on some gorgeous chocolate wafer thing (kind of like Loacker) and feeling blissed out. It's nice coming home from evidence law

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Four years ago, a man named Ian Murphy was in a car accident. He suffered a traumatic brain injury and was in a coma for a substantial period of time. During the last four years, his family, his church and his girlfriend stood by his side, constantly keeping him in prayer and supporting him. They never lost their faith and they never lost hope. And they never stopped praising God. It's crazy

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Now and then it happensthat somebody shouts for helpand somebody jumps in at onceand absolutely gratis.Here in the thick of the grossest capitalismround the corner comes the shining fire brigadeand extinguishes, or suddenlythere's silver in the beggar's hat.Mornings the streets are fullof people hurrying here and there withoutdaggers in their hands, quite equablyafter milk or radishes.As though

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There is a trend in many large churches for the congregation to be split and organized according to generation/age lines. So the young adult/university age people get cordoned off into one cell group (or set of cell groups), young working adults into another and so on. This works out in terms of fellowship; it stands to reason that most people would have an easier time connecting with people

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After I looked up the Apostles' Creed, I came across the Nicene Creed and did a really quick 2 minute comparison of the two.They match each other point for point except that the Nicene has a great deal more detail about the nature and sovereignty of God and of the person and works of Christ. It emphasized, in short, the Holy Trinity of God, Christ and the Holy Spirit and took pains to add that

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Giving thanks for ... the night and the music.gelati. a trip filled with much love and friendship. Mr Grey's company. the girl, the girl who died? it's terrible to put this in writing but.the girl was the same age as the sister, had gone to all the same schools.and but for the grace, the everlasting grace of God.... she could have been anyone of us. *there are so many distractions. food, shopping

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Visited the Scots Church in Melbourne when I was there and was struck by their recital of the Apostle's Creed and that the entire congregation could, with one voice, stand up and recite together, the Lord's Prayer (KJV version too!). Why have so many churches stopped reciting it? This creed is so short but contains almost all the essentials about the Christian faith. Who are you? What do you

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STRONG Son of God, immortal Love, Whom we, that have not seen thy face, By faith, and faith alone, embrace, Believing where we cannot prove; Thine are these orbs of light and shade; Thou madest Life in man and brute; Thou madest Death; and lo, thy foot Is on the skull which thou hast made. Thou wilt not leave us in the dust:

Dihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12278218691348203953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862717533781325777.post-21357949785507218302010-09-20T19:04:00.000-07:002010-09-20T19:19:43.300-07:00

It was cold, colder than it had been on the night dive and the visibility was clouded by the silt from the bottom. There was no coral, not here, not this deep. Still, we followed the slope of the sea floor down, down and down. Twenty metres, twenty-two, twenty-three, the dive master swimming elegantly ahead, arms folded across his chest. We followed him like a trail of ungainly porpoises, kicking

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I was reading parts of this blog and I'm roundly ashamed; we who are whole in body and have so much are so often ungrateful, discontented and bitter.Dinner with some friends and we wound up solving some brain teaser type problems that were posed as part of an interview process. It came to me only after dinner, on my way home, that if only all problems in life were really like brain teaser, IQ

Dihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12278218691348203953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862717533781325777.post-29709342280505287932010-08-25T04:36:00.000-07:002010-08-25T04:55:01.972-07:00

Met with some lovely friends in the last few days - I heart the kind of friendship that has grown comfortable and old :)There's an oft repeated line in rom-coms or romantic movies about couples growing old together and I don't see any reason why this shouldn't apply to friendships too. It's exciting to watch people I knew from school get married, have kids, move to the middle east, adopt kids, go

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The first time my head went under the waves, I felt a dim wave of panic: What if I drowned? What if my oxygen tank ran out? What if I couldn't breathe? You prepare and prepare but the one thing you can't ever be prepared for is fear itself.In diving, when you first begin your descent, absolutely the first - and arguably most important thing to do - is to start the process of equalizing

Dihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12278218691348203953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862717533781325777.post-42180134294533301692010-08-11T22:47:00.000-07:002010-08-11T22:54:49.649-07:00

"We talk about Jesus Christ as the Son of God, the saviour, who died for our sin, rose from the dead, and is coming again. What happens? A generation ago when a Christian would do that with one who did not believe or who did not want to believe, he generally got an argument. The person who did not like what he was saying would explain why most people could not believe it.....But what happens when

Dihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12278218691348203953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862717533781325777.post-63427764032864987792010-08-02T23:46:00.000-07:002010-08-03T00:21:50.268-07:00

OneFrom Joshua Harris' blog :) On a related note, do wander over to have a look at his blog sometime, he's put up a free chapter from his latest book, Dug Down Deep there. TwoThe Guardian has put up one of Shaun Tan's stories from his new book, Tales from Outer Suburbia. Like so many of his other illustrations, it's quite disarmingly poignant. Link to the story is here. ThreePoem of the week at

Dihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12278218691348203953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862717533781325777.post-54907880402664344092010-07-28T19:55:00.000-07:002010-07-28T23:52:50.283-07:00

Thank you for the well wishes :) all of those who left me messages, sent me text messages from overseas! Love you guys!*O Love that will not let me go,I rest my weary soul in thee;I give thee back the life I owe,That in thine ocean depths its flowMay richer, fuller be.O light that followest all my way,I yield my flickering torch to thee;My heart restores its borrowed ray,That in thy sunshine’s

Dihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12278218691348203953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862717533781325777.post-81098744970098804172010-07-27T20:39:00.000-07:002010-11-23T01:05:46.948-08:00

In a terrible funk at the moment. The difficult unreasoning kind - where nothing seems to help much and you just don't want to get out of bed. I get that way around my birthday. But. I will not wallow, I will not play "It sucks to be me" or various weepy Jay Chou songs or think about eating worms and instead will listen to this:Rock of Ages, cleft for me,Let me hide myself in Thee;Let the water

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LullabyBy Jenny JosephOnly when we are in each other's armsBabies or lovers or the very illAre we content not to reach over the side;To lie still.To stay in the time we've settled in, that we've scoopedLike a gourd of its meat,And not, like a sampling fly, as soon as landedStart to our feet,Pulling one box on another, Ossa on Pelion;Getting the moment, only to strain awayAnd look each day

Dihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12278218691348203953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862717533781325777.post-68246674347283166782010-07-22T17:22:00.000-07:002010-07-22T17:28:11.991-07:00

He has told you, O man, what is good; and what does the LORD require of youbut to do justice, and to love kindness, and to walk humbly with your God?Micah 6:8*Revelation from the minor prophets - that God is indeed kinder and more compassionate than man.

Dihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12278218691348203953noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862717533781325777.post-17661748188828359072010-07-21T19:41:00.000-07:002010-07-21T19:55:19.074-07:00

From the Sartorialist.Don't these people look like they're having fun? She's so obviously doing the lindy twist-twist :)Oh my, I've had enough of not dancing. Go away flu virus, I want to go back to dance already!

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