Its a sign when all I can blog is...

Can't focus. Can't focus. Can't focus.

Mind wander. Mind wander. Mind wander.

Sian.

I A Procrastinator

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A Nano later...

So now I am a proud owner of my very own iPod nano. What now?

Plug it into my brand new car stereo of course!

Bit by bit I will connect everything and soon my boombox will be blaring as I boom along the highways!

I'd say more...

I'd say more, but I'd only be saying nothing.
I'd show more, but I'd only be showing a lie.
I'd do more, but I'd only be doing less.
Nothing I say or do or show off
Could ever compare to Your Grace.

Blogger in a Warehouse

And what do you know? Here I am spamming blog posts after a long period of inactivity. The cycle of my blogging life. I missed blogging, even if it had only being a couple of weeks; it seems I am getting that itch again and want to scratch it as often as possible. So here I am, tapping away happily while work has nothing to do for now. Until probably in only another ten minutes anyways; I am waiting for the Post Office truck to arrive so I can start loading it with cages of cardboard boxes filled with various goodies ready to be dispersed to the suspecting Australian public.

I know. Dry as hell. Dry. Very dry indeed. Totally boring. I am such a loner in the warehouse. Everyone gone and here I am blogging. My forklift sits beside me like a loyal hound. The cages rattle outside in the breeze. The radio blasting "The lips of an angel". The musky dry smell of dust fills my nostrils and makes me lick my dried up lips. Somehow all this sitting around doing nothing is draining and I find my butt a bit sore and my back a little stiff. A flourish of typing and looking around and now Gwen Stefani chimes a tune "well I could be sweet...". Thus rolls the life of a blogger in a warehouse.

Emo Songs

OH MAN. just as I posted that last post, up comes an emo song on the radio! Its super nice....

Step one you say we need to talk
He walks you say sit down it's just a talk
He smiles politely back at you
You stare politely right on through
Some sort of window to your right
As he goes left and you stay right
Between the lines of fear and blame
And you begin to wonder why you came

Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life

Let him know that you know best
Cause after all you do know best
Try to slip past his defense
Without granting innocence
Lay down a list of what is wrong
The things you've told him all along
And pray to God he hears you
And pray to God he hears you

Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life

As he begins to raise his voice
You lower yours and grant him one last choice
Drive until you lose the road
Or break with the ones you've followed
He will do one of two things
He will admit to everything
Or he'll say he's just not the same
And you'll begin to wonder why you came

Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life

The Fray. "How to save a life"

I also just realised that I haven't blogged in a long while. Well, if anyone reads they would know also right. I don't know, everytime I don't blog is usually because I am feeling down and out of it, or I am feeling antisocial. I guess that's it.

Good Report: For a change

I love it when I can speak a good report. I don't know when was it last that I can say with a mighty degree of certainty that something good has occurred. Maybe I am just being very melodramatic once again. Should really stop listening to emo music for a while; lay off that emo stuff and embrace some 'life' music as if my life depended on it and I need to hold on harder than ever for a change.

Good report: oh yes, that's right, Worship Day was a blast. Thank you God for your graciousness, thank you God for leading each of us. I am so excited.

Acts 20:24: "None of these things move me, nor do I count my life dear to myself"

It is easier to serve or work for God without a vision and without a call, because then you are not bothered by what He requires. Common sense, covered with a layer of Christian emotion, becomes your guide. You may be more prosperous and successful from the world’s perspective, and will have more leisure time, if you never acknowledge the call of God. But once you receive a commission from Jesus Christ, the memory of what God asks of you will always be there to prod you on to do His will. You will no longer be able to work for Him on the basis of common sense.

What do I count in my life as "dear to myself"? If I have not been seized by Jesus Christ and have not surrendered myself to Him, I will consider the time I decide to give God and my own ideas of service as dear. I will also consider my own life as "dear to myself." But Paul said he considered his life dear so that he might fulfill the ministry he had received, and he refused to use his energy on anything else. This verse shows an almost noble annoyance by Paul at being asked to consider himself. He was absolutely indifferent to any consideration other than that of fulfilling the ministry he had received. Our ordinary and reasonable service to God may actually compete against our total surrender to Him. Our reasonable work is based on the following argument which we say to ourselves, "Remember how useful you are here, and think how much value you would be in that particular type of work." That attitude chooses our own judgment, instead of Jesus Christ, to be our guide as to where we should go and where we could be used the most. Never consider whether or not you are of use— but always consider that "you are not your own" ( 1 Corinthians 6:19 ). You are His.

- My Utmost for His Highest: March 4th, 2007

Wonderful

hey, aint life wonderful? wonderful, wonderful, wonderful... isnt it wonderful
Now?

I close my eyes when I get too sad
I think thoughts that I know are bad
Close my eyes and I count to ten
Hope its over when I open them

I want the things that I had before
Like a star wars poster on my bedroom door
I wish I could count to ten
Make everything be wonderful again

Hope my mom and I hope my dad
Will figure out why they get so mad
Hear them scream, I hear them fight
They say bad words that make me wanna cry

Close my eyes when I go to bed
And I dream of angels who make me smile
I feel better when I hear them say
Everything will be wonderful someday

Promises mean everything when youre little
And the worlds so big
I just dont understand how
You can smile with all those tears in your eyes
Tell me everything is wonderful now

Please dont tell me everything is wonderful now

I go to school and I run and play
I tell the kids that its all okay
I laugh aloud so my friends wont know
When the bell rings I just dont wanna go home

Go to my room and I close my eyes
I make believe that I have a new life
I dont believe you when you say
Everything will be wonderful someday

Promises mean everything when youre little
And the world is so big
I just dont understand how
You can smile with all those tears in your eyes
When you tell me everything is wonderful now

No
No, I dont wanna hear you tell me everything is wonderful now
No
No, I dont wanna hear you tell me everything is wonderful now

I dont wanna hear you say
That I will understand someday
No, no, no, no
I dont wanna hear you say
You both have grown in a different way
No, no, no, no
I dont wanna meet your friends
And I dont wanna start over again
I just want my life to be the same
Just like it used to be
Some days I hate everything
I hate everything
Everyone and everything
Please dont tell me everything is wonderful now...

I dont wanna hear you tell me everything is wonderful now...

Are we all living a lie? Is this really all there is to life? To freedom?