so a little bird said...

TWEET! and a bundle of goobledegook.

It's quite interesting listening to what people talk about in the scene of a get together. It appears that the news regarding other people's personal lives seem to seep so quickly with much attention and detail. Either it's made up or these people would make excellent journalists, ready to pounce, and create such a hooking story on any information that comes their way.

...yet they leave it for these get together to bust the burden of boredom and create conversation, while dipping their fingers in food, dirtying it with oil from the meat....

The question that circulates my mind is WHY? - why do they, knowing that these malicious talks can hinder other people, continue to carry on with these conversations. Pride? I suppose it does make you feel better when you have a slight advantage over someone else. But normally it's their friends or people who they consider to be friends.

A lesson well learnt

I waited patiently for the Lord; and he inclined unto me. - Psalm 40:1

I must admit that it is very hard to be patient, but once we have managed to master even a small part of this, our lives becomes much more breathable. This is probably because we are not constantly in a state of dire anxiety.

Until recently I thought that waiting involved pining over what you are waiting for until you get it, but it's simply taking a step back from that state and not being as engaged in that matter as possible.

I read something in the word for today that was very valuable:
Learning to wait well is a test of maturity. Scott Peck writes: "Delayed gratification is a process of scheduling the pain and pleasure of life in such a way as to enhance the pleasure by meeting and experiencing the pain first and getting it over with. It is the only decent way to live." Waiting forces us to recognise we're not in control. It humbles us in ways we need to be humbled.

I actually do think that life would be more wonderful if we did not plunge ourselves into answering the question of our curiousity straightaway, but taking the more wise, mature step into ensuring that what we are doing is right and according to God's will :) I think if we did this, we will achieve the peace that we so often yearn and crave for...the peace and grace of our Lord Jesus Christ.

... I think it's very right when they say if you see the danger sign, you should run away...

There are many ways in which we can seek adventures in our lives, but we must agree that if it can possibly damage our lives and souls, it's not that much of an adventure anyway.

The tale of the tea tree oil

Who knew that using tea tree oil soap could be so refreshing and relaxing. I bought some while looking for film at the Kangaroo farm, where my family and a hoard of Cambodian acquaintances, spent the first half of Christmas Day. It was quite an interesting place. You were allowed to frolic around in the forest where all the wild Kangaroos were dwelling, fighting, sleeping, mating and so forth. They are quite harmless creatures. Well, at least the ones at this farm were. There were other creatures about too like the Cuckadoo and the Dingo.

I was involved in a small accident though. I was walking out of the forest, and little did I know, I had stepped over a piece of wood...and just in that small moment, this boy jumped on the other end, sending the branch swinging upwards and the rest can be left to your imagination. All I can say is: LUCKY! I'm not a guy... Everyone was sent into fits of uncontrollable laughter. I mean, it was pretty funny.

the true meaning of freedom

About 2 weeks ago, I was deeply convinced that Wellington was truly the city of free expression, but now that I have wandered the streets of dear old miss Melbourne, my mind has completely changed. Melbourne takes freedom of expression to a new level, and advertises this in the form of allowing people to play buckets and used kitchen equipment as drums on the corner of a busy consumer street.
Walking into the main city centre is always an exciting experience, especially when you exit via the central city subway. After inserting your metlink card into the machine, watching it gobble it up and spit it back out, you go up these elevators and the feeling that comes over you is extremely overwhelming. It's as if you are waiting for a treat and the city doesn't fail. There's entertainment on every corner and lots of interesting people to meet, whether they are rude or kind.

They packed their bags and flew across the ditch

AND THE FLOWERS GREW MORE PEACEFULLY :)
It's incredible how life turns out. Just under 6 years ago, I was living on Ashbourne with only a moments walk to primary school. My cousin Sonny had been rushed to hospital because of a cochlea operation gone wrong. Later on I found out that he was also diagnosed positive with the meningcocal disease. Then as events turned, my uncle and aunty, of whom I was very close had split and my uncle came to settle in Australia. But now they're back together after some sort of drama, the tragic and very sorrowful death of Sonny, and love pledges that they've made, hopefully for a lifetime. The three kids to your left are their lovely children. 6 years ago we were having family parties off Harmel Road and now we live in the greater Dandenong area. It is incredible how life turns out, and remarkable how it's for the better.

My family actually wanted to move here in the year 2000, when I was the ripe little age of 13. I can't remember whether I obliged or feared the change, but we didn't end up going and moved further done the Glendene Area to Harmel Road instead. But I think this change is better for them. In my opinion, they belong here and have truly found home... I think I've found home too. For the first time in my life, I haven't been feeling unsettled.

I spend lots of time in the park by my house. Despite the flies swarming around, biting my skin and harassing my peace...it actually does prove to be a gentle, quiet place of solace...except for when the dogs are barking madly from the neighbours house.

Australian Bird

Oh how I miss my friends in New Zealand...