warning signs

Today I witnessed somebody talking about depression like they realy knew what they were on about, almost like they were diagnosing the person to not have it - like they were making it up.

This really made me angry. Depression, anxiety, and other mental health issues arent a joke. Just like typhoid fever, they are a sickness. Like when we get sick with anything, we need to take appropriate measures to get better. Sometimes these measures seem extreme, sometimes they don't. But nonetheless, if these things are left untreated, the symptoms can get worse, and can lead to some very unpleasant experiences.

I don't care if you suspect your friend is faking it, it's a real and an issue that needs to be dealt with. There is help from trained professionals. If you're not a doctor then don't diagnose! Rather than talk about them "faking it" behind their back, support them and do something about it!

I dont know about the greater Bendigo population, but here in Pinnaroo, I constantly hear this behind-the-back carry on of "such and such thinks they have depression but they're just faking it to get attention".

And to the "just pray about it" response: Prayer is a great thing, but faith without works is dead. God gave us a brain, we need to take action and do something! Even though medication often seems extreme, I've seen it save peoples lives. Like I said, these things (when are ongoing) are sicknesses, and they need to be dealt with. If you were diagnosed tomorrow with Leukemia, would you refuse the treatment?

Does anyone get what I'm on about? Does anyone see the cry of my heart that christians are fed this lie that if they are suffering an illness to the point of medication or consultation, that they lack faith, or become a second class christian? Anyone!?

Stop speaking lies over people and start declaring the truth!

the list

I found an interesting list when I was looking for a notebook this morning. It was written probably in 2001, when I would have been in year 9, when "career advice" is being fed down your throat.

"Careers"
Flight attendant
pilot
female priest
park ranger youth worker/councilor
photographer
website designer
worker for World Vision in East Timor
Carer
Air Force
Cartoonist/Animator
Horticulturalist
Assistant Nurse
Accountant
Own my own airline: "Sammy Airways"
Army
Chiropractor
Post Office worker
writer
a DJ
Tour Guide

Does anyone else find it interesting that with all this diversity of jobs, teacher was not on the list? One thing I guess is important to note was this list would have been made before I went to Indonesia.

Something else that struck me (I assume I did this in 2004 - year 12) is that I crossed out everything and wrote "whatever God wants me to do!"

Now this strikes me with a question: How much control do we really have over our career choice? I believe that while we are quite capable of making our choices (whether they be good or bad according to the driving motivation) God opens and closes doors of opportunities.

Thinking about my career so far, I watched God open doors I thought would be padlocked. He allowed me to move all the way to Bendigo, and get me into a course my enter simply didn't 'benchmark'. Then the opportunity to go to Indonesia came up. Wow. How did that happen?

When we commit our ways to God, He will "make the path straight". That is an actual surrendering of our lives and our ambitions. The thing with straight paths though, as simple as that sounds, once you get past the surrender, and have the straight path, there are still distractions, there can still be things in front of you that you need to face! But aha, never fear, God is here! (and so come forth the cheesiness)

The other day I went for a walk. It's like my house mate continuously tells me, "walking is good for the soul". I was in a bit of a dilemma. I had to make a choice about the Indonesia trip really fast. There were voices all around me, some concerned for me telling me to stay, some eagerly pulling me by my shirt pleading with me to come.

As I walked on that sunny day down Sommerville St, praying about this matter, I felt God placing on my heart something that happened when I went in 2002.

Last time I went, I didn't really want to go. But while I was over there, I was absolutely heartbroken with the poverty and crazy things I saw. I was hurting for a hurting nation.

While I was walking, I felt God kind of talking to me about the orphanage. (I was actually unsure at the time whether we were actually going to an orphanage or not. Later clarification with Steff assured me that, yes, we are going to an orphanage.) I felt like God was really just like, "I hate to break it to you, but this is gonna break your heart."

Often God can use heartbreak as a motivating force to change our world. This motivating heartbreak I felt back in 2002 will be renewed when I go Indonesia. Just seeing the way these people live, you think, "how am I so darn lucky?" It's a bit like this I suppose. It's exciting, but it's also very scary. (I want to be heartbroken and motivated over my homework hehe)

Indonesia isn't the only thing I have heartbreak for. I have a massive ache for the children in this country (well, ok, even the world) and the things they go through. The things I experience on pracs is often a driving force to do something big in my community!

Back on track (pardon the pun), straight may not always mean logical. Straight may cost you something. Straight often seems crooked (but just remember who has the Perception). Life isn't just a highway you can ride all night long, as Mr. Tom Petty says. Jesus said go through the Narrow gate.. Why would you go through a narrow gate when it seems logical to keep following through on the freeway?

Quite honestly, I think it's still early days in my 'career'.

Seek out God's Will, it's beyond your wildest dreams!

turn back time

After Sammy got lost in White Hills (honestly, how hard is it to just follow a darn tram line?) she finally wades her way through 3 suburbs to the Calder Highway, that leads her home.

Thanks to the nice lady at the Charlton roadhouse for shouting me a coffee, and some very uplifting music, Sammy perseveres a long 5 hours, makes it toward the finish line with a count down,

"10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1... WELCOME TO SOUTH AUSTRALIA!"

Pushing through the fruit fly inspection point, delighted by the sight of many Stobie Poles, she crosses into the town named after limestone, more commonly known as Pinnaroo.

She then enjoys a welcome home feast of fruchocs and fritz, with a nice serving of Farmers Union Iced Coffee.*

(* - Mum didnt have any fruchocs, nor did she have fritz, not even a Farmers Union. So we had kids4life fundraising chocolate and a sweet chilli stir fry, along with Angrusta Lemon Lime and Bitters)

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

Does anyone else have random urges.. Like to climb a poppet head?

I like living in Bendigo, there are many poppet heads to satisfy my urges. (And some nice scenery up there when I reach the top! :D)

Professionalism

"I expect professionalism."

It's a phrase I often hear one of my science lecturers say. Usually it is because of the boys playing up up the back of the lecture theatre. It's fair enough he saying it, as it often seems that these people cant leave their year 9 musings behind them.

The lecturer then goes into a five minute schpeel about how we're teachers, and we're educating tomorrows adults. So passionate about this issue, he even brought in some research that teachers are in the top ten of most trusted 'professionals'.

... Would you trust me?

But then, according to the Adelaide Advertiser, teaching wasn't even on the 'top ten' list. Doctors being the most trusted.

Today I would like to talk to you about my experience at the doctors yesterday.

I couldnt even watch my favorite show, All Saints, at 3pm, as I sat there trembling at the thought of getting a typhoid injection. The thought of the possibility it not being the right one, that it hadn't spent enough time in the fridge, that I would react. All of these crazy possibilities.

Mez came and got me, and practically dragged me out of the house kicking and screaming.

We sat in the waiting room for a good half hour, Mez asking me all about my trip as she tried to ease my mind about the injection and the abusive type people who just entered the waiting room.

Finally when it was my turn, the doctor came and got me, we sat in his office, he asked questions, and then he led us to a room where the nurse was waiting for me. This is ultimately where I paniked.

The nurse then accused me of acting like a 2 year old. After the injection I felt queezy, lied on the bed and cried. I didnt know what was going on but I felt incredibly strange and scared! The nurse just left, the doctor came in, and put a peice of paper on my stomach, and walked away.

I felt so very uncared for (apart from Mez being there, asking me more random questions to ease my mind). Honestly, the second word of this clinic was 'care', but seriously it didn't feel like it. Oh how I regretted doing this! I knew I should have just waited to see Dr. Chan. He'd make sure I'm fine! He may be that little bit nuts, but he's a good nut.

After a few hours, I realised that although I acted like a complete child being scared of the needle, that nurse really shouldn't have said that. Like, I can get over it, but what about the people who have anxiety conditions? Isn't that a little... (dare I say it) unprofessional?

I almost called them to make a 'complaint'. Although Jesus did command us to turn the other cheek, He also told us we should tell people when they are in the wrong (learnt that one the hard way from Lara).

So today, I have one arm and one foot (after tearing a tissue). I can't drive Roy (without almost having an accident) which sucks, because I need to rely on people to drive me places.

So there's the story of my life!

getting a cold trying to find a doctor

"although I walk through the Valley of Death, I will fear no needle!"

- Joy

Today is the day watching All Saints is just 'too much'.

I have recently spent $109 dollars on a typhoid vaccine which will hopefully not make me as sick as last time I had it.

Everybody believes Bendigo is in a GP crisis. It takes about a week to get into my doctor (which is pretty good for Bendigo!), and I spent 6 hours in the Emergancy Department on the weekend. All I want is a simple injection, that basically I want over!

After being on two waiting lists yesterday, and not getting a call for either, I decided this morning to wake up at 6:30 am, and by 7 be sitting outside of primary care (after going for a coffee at maccas) and sitting there until the open at 8am. It's a very interesting place at that time of morning. Probably wouldnt want to be there alone after dark!

To pass the time, sitting on a pillow on the cement footpath, I took some pictures. At 7:30, (note, why was I there since 7am!?) more people came to queue up, so I decided to stop being a fool and put my camera away.

I noticed that while about the 5 of us stood there in silence, we all had the one eager thing on our mind: as soon as the door opened, get in and get an appointment.

It was also obvious that we all were thinking the same thing: Bendigo needs more doctors.

untuk foto terbaik di kota anda

A few weeks ago I found my old camera. It's always interesting putting in an old film, to see what's on it... Things just like...

My pets at home:
Stoz and Steff playing with some blocks that ended up at my house after kids4life:


Some spies:
Trav, voluntarily posing on his (works) car:

Luke in discust of his friend Trav:
And what's good also is, I got some decent batteries again, so I can take decent photos with my digital camera! And since I'm over my hay fever, it's time to go smell the flowers!


(about 2 months ago. I had really long nails but had to cut them for work :( )


(a tree outside my house)
(it rained today)

(pegs)
(clouds!)

Kissed the girls and made them cry

This morning I finally finished the book, Kissed the Girls and Made them Cry: Why women loose when they give in by Lisa Bevere*. (Yes, Lisa is the wife of John Bevere)

There is SOO much good stuff in it, and if I were to review it I would probably have to re-write the whole book! I'd even almost reccomend it to guys, because some of the stuff is just so good.

It's a book of truth, not of blame but of love! It's fantastic!

If you want to borrow it, let me know. I know of so many people that would benefit from this book, but if you WANT to read it, let me know. There's only one person in line ;)

Lisa touches on something I guess I'd led myself to believe: that feminimity is not something to be ashamed of, but should be embraced! That feminimity is so far from the wimpy image that seems should go along with it. (that is being said when I am against feminism, if that makes any sense)

So here's something I was reading last night that I'll put in here:

Psalm 51

1 Have mercy upon me, O God,
According to Your lovingkindness;
According to the multitude of Your tender mercies,
Blot out my transgressions.
2 Wash me thoroughly from my iniquity,
And cleanse me from my sin.

3 For I acknowledge my transgressions,
And my sin is always before me.
4 Against You, You only, have I sinned,
And done this evil in Your sight—
That You may be found just when You speak,^[a]
And blameless when You judge.

5 Behold, I was brought forth in iniquity,
And in sin my mother conceived me.
6 Behold, You desire truth in the inward parts,
And in the hidden part You will make me to know wisdom.

7 Purge me with hyssop, and I shall be clean;
Wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.
8 Make me hear joy and gladness,
That the bones You have broken may rejoice.
9 Hide Your face from my sins,
And blot out all my iniquities.

10 Create in me a clean heart, O God,
And renew a steadfast spirit within me.
11 Do not cast me away from Your presence,
And do not take Your Holy Spirit from me.

12 Restore to me the joy of Your salvation,
And uphold me by Your generous Spirit.
13 Then I will teach transgressors Your ways,
And sinners shall be converted to You.

14 Deliver me from the guilt of bloodshed, O God,
The God of my salvation,
And my tongue shall sing aloud of Your righteousness.
15 O Lord, open my lips,
And my mouth shall show forth Your praise.
16 For You do not desire sacrifice, or else I would give it;
You do not delight in burnt offering.
17 The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit,
A broken and a contrite heart—
These, O God, You will not despise.

18 Do good in Your good pleasure to Zion;
Build the walls of Jerusalem.
19 Then You shall be pleased with the sacrifices of righteousness,
With burnt offering and whole burnt offering;
Then they shall offer bulls on Your altar.

Lisa's 'review':

1. We appeal to God based on His mercy, not on our merit
   
2. We confess the issue as a sin against Him
   
3. We acknowledge His judgements as righteous.
   
4. We ask for His clensing and accept it as a done deal.
5. We ask Him to purify any defilement and renew our spirits.
6. We ask for the joy of His Salvation
7. We commit to teach others from our mistakes and walk in humility.
   

blessings,
Sammy

*Bevere, Lisa (2002) Kissed the Girls and Made them Cry: why women lose when they give in. Thomas Nelson Publishers: Nashville

stabilo

We have an interesting maths class this semester.

I can't say it is the highlight of my week. We often get hand outs we don't use. My friend Steff can often be found colouring in a pattern on one of these odd handouts every monday before the lecture starts. If you're lucky, she'll also continue this throughout the week.

A quote from the girl herself, "it's the highlight of my week!"

*bada boom ching!!*

But as far as 'highlights' go, earlier this week, I did something very exciting. I walked into the travel agent, and put a deposit in on my airfare to Indonesia!

And as far as my travel buddy Steff goes, you can check out about what we're doing and where we're going here.

Yes, after a lot of question about my suitability to travel, I finally decided (along with persuasion from my parents) and declared that I am, on November 27, getting on that plane and going to Sulawesi! This is one of my biggest dreams, and quite honestly, when I came to this campus in 2005, I honestly hoped that an opportunity like this would come up.

God is a God beyond our wildest dreams. This is quite likely only the beginning of what he has in store for me.

So from here on, it is the process of fund raising for the trip, getting my act together, having some immunisations and what not.

Sometimes I'm just sitting there and will just randomly giggle, jiggle, or tap my fingers on the table in excitement! Can you tell, I'm super excited! eeeeeeeee!

put that thing back where it came from or so help me

Ever get so lost behind deep theology that doesnt make sense? That makes you feel like you're walking on eggshells and thus making you feel distant from God?

Although this theology is interesting, challenging, and not always bad, sometimes we forget some of the simple, yet crucial things.

Something someone said to me the other day in an sms randomlly:

I give you authority

This was taken out of Luke 10:19:

Behold, I give you the authority to trample on serpents and scorpions, and over all the power of the enemy, and nothing shall by any means hurt you.

What is it to have authority? To have authority is to almost like take control. Take a look at Matthew 16:19:

I will give you the keys of the kingdom of heaven; whatever you bind on earth will be bound in heaven, and whatever you loose on earth will be loosed in heaven."

Now that's a pretty big responsibility when you think about it. What is bound and loosed in heaven can be up to us. We can make these big shifts in the heavenlies as well as on earth! WOW!

It's not that I didn't know this. But some how out of all the deeper theology I lost this, and became myself, lost. This of course, does not mean we should live a simple life, because the road is not a highway, and life isn't simple. But some of these things need to be crucially remembered.

I remember when I used to live in Pinnaroo, one night I pretty much told God my life story! Everything that was going on I just talked and talked and talked to God for a good 3 hours. I don't know where this went from my life. The lack of real-ness between God and myself, which is particulaly silly, when God is all-knowing. It's so simple, yet so crucial.

A good mate said to me not long ago to just tell God everything. Be specific. Be real.

It was a bit like, well, duh. But of course, just like a prep, whoops, I forgot.

In 1 peter 5:7 it says:

casting all your care upon Him, for He cares for you.

Notice the word ALL, there? Take particular notice. It doesn't say some of your cares, but ALL of your care upon Him!

Keep it real.

Sammy

(PS. Edit on this. Although simple advice is good, always remember that the 'power' in the simplicity is what backs it up - the word of God!)

dirt road musings

Today I decided to go for a random (well, random with a point) trip today. After church, I found myself flying (well, driving) south. Where but to the very nice town of Kyneton, for reasons I cannot publically disclose on my blog ;)

I was following this map the lady at the information centre gave me to a place called Newham. Newham is a town near Hanging Rock, and I'd say barely 20 people live there. The significance of this town is my great great grandparents were married there, in the towns only church, which is now closed. Newhams has scary public toilets, a school, a nice playground, and one shop that's closing down. It's my kind of town, but we'll get back to that!

Going back to the map - the map wasn't very clear. All of the road names were different and strange, and I ended up getting lost. In fact, I spent a lot of time on old dirt roads with cows staring at me like they'd never seen a car before.

While getting back on the right road, it appeared to me that this is what life is like in this modern day. We get lost when the information given to us is not accurate, if we're given a copy of a copy it looses it's originallity. I think specifically with different translations of the bible. I was in a bible study the other day, and just the difference in the 'modern day' text to the 'older' texts. Perhaps it may be easier to understand, but we seem to loose some deeper meaning! And it frustrates me. gr!

I guess that's also the importance of being real, and the importance of letting God's accuracy shine forth, so that we dont become 'lost' like I did today.

Am I making sense? probably not!

Anyway, back to Newham. It made me think of how much of a country girl I really am. Recently I was reading my friend Luke (of the nice feet variety)'s blog, and initially in this post, Luke suggests that we long for something more than just a small town, that we often want more opportunity, and as human beings, we long for something bigger. He uses the example of Bendigo vs. Melbourne. There are parts of me that wants to get up and enjoy the big life of a bigger city than Bendigo. Perhaps that's a natural instinct that has been put into me because I grew up in a small town that had little opportunity.

In 12 months (if all goes to plan) I will have graduated and will be able to start thinking about a teaching job. This, of course, does mean, that there is a very good chance that this job will not exist in Bendigo. That means, indeed moving. And you know what? On one hand I want to spread my wings to somewhere like Melbourne (maybe like, somewhere in the outer east), but the other hand longs to go somewhere nice and small. Newham, like my home town, just felt right there at home. Much more picturesque than Pinnaroo :P

I want the husstle and bussle, but I want the serenity. And, no, a skyline of buildings in a smog filled sky is not serenity.

Something else I did today was put flowers on my aunties grave. Luckily, Kyneton is full of daffodils at the moment, so I picked one, along with a lei that Mez gave me for Valentines day.

Looking at all of these things to do with my past, marvelling at God's beautiful hidden creation that is so unseen unless you're lost in the middle of nowhere, I remenisced about a verse my pastor was talking about this morning (in Luke 9 NKJV):

59 Then He said to another, “Follow Me.” But he said, “Lord, let me first go and bury my father.”
60 Jesus said to him, “Let the dead bury their own dead, but you go and preach the kingdom of God.”
61 And another also said, “Lord, I will follow You, but let me first go and bid them farewell who are at my house.”
62 But Jesus said to him, “No one, having put his hand to the plow, and looking back, is fit for the kingdom of God.”

How often is it that we can dwell on things that are 'dead' in this world. Where am I focussing my attention? Why can't I ust get on in the work that God has for me to do? So many times God will have something for me to do, while I have my head up in the clouds. My focus is elsewhere, and I don't see the urgancy nor the timing in which God has given.

"Oh, but God, that's a really nice boulder."

Meditate on that verse for a while. See what that means for you. Come back and tell me.

(sorry if this post was too Sammy-esce and didn't make sense. I might come back to this and elaborate. ahg!)

In summary, this post was about:

• When information is not accurate, we can get lost.
• Humans long for something 'more' than what they're in. Whether it be location, or just for growth. This is a healthy desire that God has placed within us. Isn't that great!!?
• Sometimes we can get sidetracked from serving the kingdom of God, because we are serving something 'dead'.
  

drop it like it's hot

Today I was working at McDonalds. It was my first time on breakfast.

When we take something from the burger warmer/dispencery thing, we say, "taking a (mac, chook, cheese - meaning either a Big Mac, McChicken, or Cheese Burger etc)". Well, because I was on breakfast for the first time, I didn't know the 'code' words.

Anyway, so this asian man comes in, and he says that he wants two hotcakes. Now for hotcakes, they make them when you order, so I have to (with my teacher voice) yell for them. I had recently heard someone call them "hotties", so, without thinking, I call out, "Can I have 2 hotties?"

I turn around and see the man laughing his head off at me.

"I thought this was a respectable family restraunt!"

Both he and I laughed in unity with each other, for quite some time...

He is our Peace

He is our peace
Who has broken down every wall
He is our peace
He is our peace

He is our peace
Who has broken down every wall
He is our peace
He is our peace

So cast your cares on Him,
for he careth for you
He is our peace
He is our peace

So cast your cares on Him,
for he careth for you
He is our peace
He is our peace

1 peter 5:7

Yes, it is symbollic.

creative prophesy?

So here I am, back on blogger. Yeah, I couldn't keep away.

For those who were wondering, the reason I closed it was in a late night discovery of a comment to one of my posts. This comment initiated that I had hurt somebody with one of my posts. That post is now deleted. If that person is reading this, please know that I am sorry, and I hope you can forgive me.

So happenings of late. Just a lot of uni basically. We have a big prac coming up, where I have to implement a science plan to 5/6's. Eep!

Yesterday was a rough day. Wasn't well, so I spent the day with my 'church family'. I was blessed to get into primary care to get a doctors certificate.

I went to a bible study, to listen to Travis Ripley (on a CD). But then I fell asleep. So I slept on a bean bag while the rest of the ladies listened to the good old american preacher. I kept waking up and thinking "agh! Where am I? Whose that american??"

Afterwards, when I finally woke up, 'Travis' had finished speaking, I just started drawing on a peice of scrap paper. I was thinking about Indonesia, so I drew some mountains and Volcano. I was asked if it was a 'prophetic picture' (of which I highly doubted).

But then, later that night, we were watching the TV when somebody pointed out (the TV was on mute) that there was a volcano errupting on tens news. I had a look and then noticed that the text at the bottom was in Indonesian. Four villages had been evacuated, it read.

Interesting, maybe it was prophetic.

This morning I found out that the volcanoe that errupted was Mt Soputan, which is on the island of Sulawesi: the same island I am going to at the end of the year... hmmm

McSouth Australian

It turns out the manager of my McDonalds is from South Australia too.

"was she like "so... do you like maccas?" and you're like "only if it's in a box." and she's like "well, we don't have boxes" and you're like "oh..." and she's like "pop quiz, a stobie pole is what?" and you're like "*answer provided*" and she's like SOUTHAUSTRALIAN!!!11!!oneone!!" *

- Hamish

"Yeah, that's probably why she hired you - get a bit of unity among the South Australians..."

- My dad.

* - South Australia has had burgers in boxes for quite a while now. It has only been recently that Victoria has followed.

Does anyone even read my blog anymore? I'm actually thinking of stopping blogging, and basically just getting rid of the internet all together. By that I mean, go back to dial up and hardly use it.

neeee hehehehe!

I have been drinking green tea, and it has taken a fast paced Indonesian pop song to unleash a whole heap of excitement in me! I'm so excited, I'm going to Indonesia at the end of the year! Agggghhhh!!

Meanwhile, back at the ranch, mum is heading to Malaysia, and I'm going to see if she can get me Ungu, Peterpan and Sheila on 7's CDs!

Enjoy this song that has me so hyped up! I challenge you to sing along! Comment and tell me how you went! (Yes, I expect comments!)

Ungu - Berjanjilah

Berjanjilah kau setia bila kau jadi kekasihku lagi
Berjanjilah kau setia selama kau masih disisiku

Kau mungkin bukanlah sesuatu yang baru dalam hidupku
Dalam pencarian cintaku wujudkan mimpi-mimpiku

Karena dahulu engkau pernah menjadi kekasih hatiku
Perhiasan dalam mimpiku mewarnai seluruh hidupku

Reff:
Berjanjilah kau setia bila kau jadi kekasihku lagi
Berjanjilah kau setia bila kau masih mencintaku
Berjanjilah kau setia untuk menyayangi aku lagi
Berjanjilah kau setia selama kau masih disisiku

Semoga hasrat ini temani untuk slamanya
Semoga cinta ini akan slalu ada

Reff:
Berjanjilah kau setia bila kau jadi kekasihku lagi
Berjanjilah kau setia bila kau masih mencintaku
Berjanjilah kau setia untuk menyayangi aku lagi
Berjanjilah kau setia selama kau masih disisiku
Berjanjilah kau setia untuk menyayangi aku lagi
Berjanjilah kau setia selama kau masih disisiku

Berjanjilah berjanjilah