I got the power!

Spatch... You're going down!

(Who woulda thought.. a Port and Geelong grand final.. I almost feel sorry for you)

anybody out there..?

What's with this!?

I am so anxious to go home. Today I delayed my travel home by one more day. I initially was going to leave yesterday afternoon. I am now not leaving until sunday morning.

Why is it that I don't want to go home? Why is it that Bendigo means so much - that if I go away for a week something big is going to happen and I'll miss it? Why dont I want to just go home, far far away, especially when I am spending every waking moment here in Bendigo wanting to get out?

And November - how will I survive then..?

What am I - Let's face it - I'm nor Victorian nor South Australian.. Where do I belong, exactly?

Gah, I hate insecurity!

another shade of blue

After a hard day of uni, I decided to come home and paint a canvas blue in recognition of how I was feeling.

For those who know art, in Picasso's life, he went through many different phases. He went through a Rose Period, where he was in love and everything was utterly wonderful for him. But with that came a Blue Period, after the suicide of a close friend. His artwork during these times depicts his feelings.

Everybody goes through good and bad phases. Sometimes these last for an hour, a day, a week, a month, a year, sometimes even years!

Almost like Picasso, David went through a lot of different things in the bible. You can read about it in Psalms. However, there was a big noticable difference between David and Picasso. Even when David felt like utter rubbish, he still looked to God. Even when he felt abandoned, he cried out, "God, where are you!?"

Back to my painting, as I was painting this canvas blue, I was thinking about what I could paint. What is one of my most favorite things? Clouds!

Hang on, the sky is blue, and I like the sky. I love clouds! Now how does that work for a 'blue period'..? Because they make me so happy!

So blue isn't a bad colour after all!

puisi

For my next Indonesian assignment, I have been asked to write a poem.

Last year I wrote this poem:

Here I am.

I am lying.

Alone.

Wounded.

Bleeding.

This pain I cannot take.

I try to walk.

I stumble.

I fall to the ground.

I burst into tears.

The tears soak me.

Soak the ground on which I sit.

It was then that I looked up, and saw Him.

I looked into His eyes – and I knew.

I knew He understood.

He understood every emotion and pain.

Tears filled His eyes with compassion as He looked into mine.

His body – marred with scars.

His two hands and feet restricted to the nails on the cross.

Who is this man?

This man,

with such a pained,

yet,

compassionate

look in His face

for me?

At that moment He cries out into the heavens

…and dies.

Despair and loss fills my heart.

I long to see that look in His eyes once more.

But it is finished.

And only now do I realise…

MY SINS PUT HIM THERE

The pain this man was going through was MY pain.

He understood.

I run my hands along the cross that this man was crucified on.

I cry.

For I know it is finished.

Blood stained rain falls from the heavens.

I am washed clean of everything in my life.

My hand - still on the empty cross.

I weep tears of Joy.

For I know…

He is coming back for me!

Ok, a little dramatic, but it has copy and pasted like that.

My question is, am I game enough to translate that as my assignment :P