Monday, July 16, 2007
Coming back from camp was a very... interesting experience. Whoa.
I went to bed totally early on Friday night and woke up on Saturday morning with a horrible cold and an incredibly heavy head. It was not an experience I am too keen to repeat again. Somehow, I always manage to delay getting sick until the end of an experience. Like at camp, I didn't get sick until after whereas everyone else was sick during the camp.
Test week trundles along and I burn myself out, however I manage to not let myself get sick until after the tests.
Very convenient. Call it God working mighty hard to protect me.
Very cool thing I must divulge.
Yesterday I played a game of hockey, (that isn't the cool thing, by the way) and I got hit really hard from close range by a flying hockey ball. It managed to hit me fair and square in the rib cage.
You know when you get hurt really bad and you don't realise just how much it hurts, so you say you're fine. Then the pain sets in and it feels like someone has hit you over the head with a massive sledgehammer. (Well, maybe someone has done that to you.)
So here I was, running around on the field after saying I was fine and suddenly the pain set in and I couldn't breathe. Like something had impaled my lung.
And this is where I started freaking out. I played the rest of the game, as you do, and I started being able to breathe better again.
When I got home I checked out the bruise... I must say, the bruise is something to be proud of. It's just a pity it's in a place I don't like showing people.
But the bruise is a killer one, and even though it hurts when I breathe and sit down too, I'm still proud of my lovely injury.
To end this, I will leave you with the first verse from from a Jars of Clay song which I am/was listening to.
It's called 'God Will Lift Up Your Head'. I can't help but love this song because of so many different reasons.
Give to the wind your fear
Hope and be undismayed
God hears your sighs and counts your tears
God will lift up, God will lift up, lift up your head
Fare be well.
Vera was here at 10:53 AM
Saturday, July 14, 2007
It's been a long, long time since I've posted here, and alot has happened in my life. The past seven months or whatever it has been were really intense.
I started at a new school this year, which was challenging enough. It has been an amazing decision to go where I did and break free, and I am so happy that I made the hard decision to be where I am now. (Privacy/Subtlety...)
I suppose I am still very aware of the fact that my parents read this blog, which is then persuading me to get another one... but then I really couldn't be bothered to set it up, and I know I would not be dedicated enough, or have the time, to maintain it. So, here goes nothing.
Yesterday I came home from The Great Escape, which is a camp by SU, which I junior led on. It was one massively intense week of fun, learning about God, challenges, laughing and early morning leader meetings. I think I am going to have to join the Treez revolution, which says that one must only manage to make it to one out of all four leader's meetings.
I know that I have learnt so much from my first experience of leading a small group and even now, one day on, I am hungry for even more. I am hungry for the amazing sense of community and love that it embodied within all SU camps.
Right now I am looking for more ways which I can be involved in the life of the youth in my church, whether it is helping out at Kid's Club or whatever.
I guess I'll see which direction God leads me in.
Until next time, God Bless
Vera was here at 6:50 PM
Monday, January 15, 2007
So this is what the so called 'best holidays ever' consist of?
Yes it would seem so. For the last week I have
- worked some more
Wow, I really have a life. It would seem that my boss has a strong hold on me...I can't seem to get out of work much at the moment. OK, I could certainly do with some money and all, but I am so sick of permanently smelling like 'aromatic' spices.
When I come home my hair smells of Indian/Pakistani/Afghani culinary delights...even after I wash my hair I can't get rid of the stench!
I spent all of my last shift washing windows, microwaves, toilet floors and basins, scraping wax out of candle holders, and, my all time favourite, cleaning scuff marks off chair legs.
But hey! At least no one else will have to do anything for the next three weeks. Lazy gits that they are.
Gosh I need a real job.
On that...other...theme. Peter and I went for a road trip down the coast the other day. It was pretty good, we went spear fishing, which was great fun, and I even caught some impressive fish!
The bad side is that I got badly sunburnt and am now peeling like no one else's business.
Vera was here at 10:12 PM
Saturday, January 06, 2007
How's it going? Oh, this is really cool. As I type, I am too fast for the computer, so this hasn't even shown up on the screen yet...how cool. Or annoying, whichever way you want to take it.
I went for a job interview yesterday, turned out it was more of a trial shift, but whatever. (I would have worn more comfy shoes if I knew that!)
Anyway, I have recently discovered that I am a really shut off person. I don't trust people very easily, and therefore do not show them any emotion whatsoever when I meet them.
Well, I guess it's not that I don't trust them, it is just that I don't show them emotion.
I got it at my last two jobs. Before I got to know everyone, I was pretty shut off with them, which led to eventual questions if I was OK, if something was bothering me etc etc. After a while it got better and I wasn't shut off to the same degree.
At this new job, I was pretty much like that again...it was really weird. I was just walking around doing the job and she came up to me and asked if I was OK...umm, yea, I'm fine. I always use tired as the excuse.
I don't know why it's like that, it is an unexplainable habit I have.
I guess it stems somewhat from my own personal security clause- I don't tell anyone anything about my life.
So far it has worked for me, because if you don't tell anyone anything, no one can spread any gossip or use anything against you. Like at school, there is no way I would tell anyone stuff like who I like, am going out with, whatever. It's a protection thing...maybe, if that's what you could call it.
It's almost like I build a wall around myself, and if anyone bothers to break down the barrier, then that is when I start being open around them. That's when I become able to show them my true emotions and talk to them openly about stuff.
Maybe I'm just screwed up in the brain or something. Or it's like, serious trust issues.
OK, this is officially the must f***ed up post I have ever written. But now at least people know why I am so shut off with them. At least I know too. I don't mean to do it, it's not because I have something against you- don't take it personally, it happens with everyone.
This is what I do at 4am when I can't get to sleep...
Don't worry, I'm not going to jump out at you from a back alley, covered in blood, hair all messed up and clothes torn, holding a knife or something. I swear I'm not crazy...
Vera was here at 12:41 PM
Tuesday, January 02, 2007
Happy 2007 everybody!
Has anyone ever heard that saying that goes something like, "Whatever you spend New Years Day doing, that you will spend the rest of the year doing."
My Mum always says it, she got it off her mother, who is (apparently) the wisest person I never met.
In any case, somehow I believe it.
In 2005, I woke up in some random's house, ie. Fiona's. I spent alot of the year waking up in a random house on the other side of the world.
The first day of 2006 I woke up in a friend's house, after I stayed over for a party. I spent alot of 2006 waking up in another house, but before she became my host-sister she was one of my friends.
Funny, isn't it?
Well, this year wasn't an exception. I woke up in some random house again, ie. Fiona.
I actually hope this year is somewhat of an exception, because I spent most of New Year's Day at home, not including the little bit of time at Fiona's.
I didn't receive or make any calls, I couldn't get on the net and I spent most of the day playing Nintendo 64 by myself and watching old taped episodes of Blue Heelers. I didn't even see anyone all day, because Peter left before I realised he was even at home...
I lead a very sad life.
Then, on top of all of that, even though I didn't sleep much on New Year's, I couldn't sleep last night. Funny, how life works. Well, it wasn't funny at the time, rather sucky. I swear I am an insomniac or something.
This horrible day lead me to the decision to try and get a job, ASAP, wherever I can. I don't want to spend the next few weeks doing nothing at home...at least I could feed my very hungry bank account.
And I would have gotten a job today which started ASAP...if I was 18, which totally blows. But I want a job again. Spending three days jobless has really shown me how boring it can be at home by yourself all day. A very sad life indeed.
On that happy note, I think I might leave you now.
Vera was here at 7:28 PM