Monday, 26 January 2009

The second Google verb meme (:

I'm doing it again with achie, to celebrate the monster I unleashed onto the blogging world :P

Q. Type in "[your name] needs" in the Google search.
Q: Type in "[your name] looks like" in Google search.
Q: Type in "[your name] says" in Google search.
Q: Type in "[your name] wants" in Google search.
Q: Type in "[your name] does" in Google search.
Q: Type in "[your name] hates" in Google search.
Q: Type in "[your name] asks" in Google search.
Q: Type in "[your name] likes " in Google search.
Q: Type in "[your name] eats " in Google search.
Q: Type in "[your name] wears " in Google search.
Q: Type in "[your name] was arrested for" in Google Search.
Q: Type in "[your name] loves" in Google Search.

A. Achie needs to smile. [Mina's blog. Most others were misspelling of David "Archie" Archuleta]
A. Achie looks like he did yesterday, in full fox form. [So I'm a fox animagus. Nice]
A. Achie says Kenapa ga mungkin sih dia suka sama cowok laen? [not even joking. I have no idea what language that is!]
A. (My friend's) Achie wants to be called either Aniki, Oniisan or Hiroki. [Apparently im a type of penfriend. People were looking for achie's online. See how lucky you all are :P]
A. Achie does an elaborate impression of Maphisto.
A. Achie hates papparazzis. [Wouldn't be entirely untrue, except I have none tailing me :P]
A. Achie asks this of me a lot.
A. Achie likes it because of the ease in wearing it. [in reference to bandanas]
A. Rachel eats wasabi chunk. [achie didnt eat. Ever.]
A. Achie wears glasses. [o.0 stalker...]
A. Achie was arrested for stalking girls through xbox live. [I can assure you it wasn't me]
A. Achie loves to chew. [and also i love ross, cos some friends link came up]

That's all for now folks!

Sunday, 25 January 2009

Google verb meme!

A meme (rhymes with dream) is basically something passed around the internet that you tag people in for them to carry it on. This one started recently on YouTube:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vIIkrjaSnfY
and this is one of the tagged people:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iCPmA0oUoFQ

The questions are:
Q: Type in "[your name] needs" in the Google search.
Q: Type in "[your name] looks like" in Google search.
Q: Type in "[your name] says" in Google search.
Q: Type in "[your name] wants" in Google search.
Q: Type in "[your name] does" in Google search.
Q: Type in "[your name] hates" in Google search.
Q: Type in "[your name] asks" in Google search.
Q: Type in "[your name] likes " in Google search.
Q: Type in "[your name] eats " in Google search.
Q: Type in "[your name] wears " in Google search.
Q: Type in "[your name] was arrested for" in Google Search.
Q: Type in "[your name] loves" in Google Search.

Here's what I found:
A. Rachel needs good thoughts [and bikinis too apparently]
A. Rachel looks like she was born with that hat on and a cigar in her hand.
A. Rachel says hi to me on video!
A. Rachel wants to place a parrot that has been taught to speak Maypure, a South American language last uttered hundreds of years ago.
A. Rachel does no wrong in my book. [yay x)]
A. Rachel hates eye drops. [true lol]
A. Rachel asks who defends gonzales?
A. Rachel likes kissing hayden christiansen [o.0 who is he even?]
A. Rachel eats Rome.
A. Rachel wears a rough looking rope around her wrist.
A. Rachel was arrested for singing a song about never forgetting the thousands who have died for democracy in Burma. [not even joking]
A. Rachel loves her nephew. [uhhh ok.]

I'm tagging:
Zoe
Maria Angela
Simon
Mina
Martine

Enjoy x)

Friday, 16 January 2009

24-7 prayer

I found this:

A meditation on faith, written in a 24-7 Prayer Room in Guildford, England by Pete Greig, which explores many of our core values and the life-affirming theology at the heart of 24-7 prayer...

I’m standing at night in this subterranean place of prayer, and perhaps it’s the coffee, or the music, or the Spirit, but the darkness doesn’t seem too strong. I’m praying for miracles in the city where I live – for healings, and salvations, and justice, and revival, and all those usual Kingdom kind of things. But tonight, as I do so, I find myself suddenly startled - like a boy blinking at fireworks – bewildered by how many miracles there already are.
It occurs to me that here in my city today, doctors dispensed healing – can you imagine anything more wonderful? Neighbours did favours. Dog-walkers in the park silently admired the shape of trees. Jokes were told in nursing homes. Thousands and thousands of people prayed, or wished, or merely unwittingly wanted what God wanted for a moment or two.

Chances are that somewhere today a young man and a young woman began to fall in love (although they don’t yet know it). A teenager picked up trash she had not dropped. A single mother decided, just for once, to buy herself a slice of chocolate cake and to celebrate the moment in long, slow, mouthfuls of happiness. A painter-decorator stepped back from a wall he’d just painted the colour of claret, and maybe at that moment the sunlight broke through the window, and he saw that it was a good piece of work. A man resisted the temptation to click the link he wouldn’t want his wife to see. Maybe he failed yesterday. Maybe he’ll click it tomorrow. But today he overcame. In the hospital perhaps a surgeon pinned a broken arm with immaculate skill. Delicious food was prepared and cooked and served in thousands of homes joyously. A pastor’s words, so carefully crafted, brought a little comfort to grieving relatives. People cried, but a check-out girl smiled at a lonely old lady. People died of course, but babies were also born. From time to time today, I was born too. We all were. A million, minor miracles.
We do not pray ex nihilo. We pray for more of whatever it is we see. Nothing comes from nothing – certainly not faith like this. Tonight I’m blessing the evidence of miracles; the pre-existing goodness, the presence of Christ in these streets, these surgeries, these schools, these art galleries, these pubs, these homes, these wards. Witnessing so many minor miracles I applaud the world. If all of this is happening all around me, what might not happen next?

And so I stand here now in this subterranean place of prayer and it seems self-evident that there is more light in the night than darkness in the day. There is goodness breaking through, everywhere I look. And I’m praying for miracles tonight with greater faith than frustration for once. I can see creation rising like the moon above the Fall. Ultimately, almost inevitably, benevolence wins the day quietly.
I’m climbing the stairs to my car now, stepping out of the prayer room into the darkness. I’m driving home past houses and perhaps it’s the music on the stereo, or the coffee, or the Spirit, but the city seems to me to have become the place of prayer.


http://www.24-7prayer.com/content/953

Sunday, 4 January 2009

Oh, for the Love of God (:

Hello again (:
Yesterday while we were all singing "Majesty" the line Empty-handed but alive in Your hands gave me an image of me being a young girl in torn, cold clothes in the throne-room of a palace. Feeling shy and out of place, and not daring to lift my head up. As a detached view, you could see the King sitting on a throne atop seven steps just smiling warmly, head slightly tilted with a ray of coloured sunlight passing through one of the many stained glass windows onto his shoulders. (Elaboration and detail is fun. Get used to it :P) Then he gets up off his throne lowers himself to my level, walks over, lifts my head and says "you're home". Then gives me a huge hug (:
Next thing you know, I'm suddenly in this giant palacial (like a palace) bedroom, with a four-poster bed, a fireplace, a window seat and a magnificent view of the land. I'm a little older and dressed in a soft and elegant dress that's as comfortable as pajamas. I'm in the warm light of the sun, just a meter or so away from the window, and dancing as freely and as joyously as a bird who's just learnt to fly. Rejoicing in the warmth of the sun, in my carer, who's given me everything I could need and more. When I had nothing, when i was cold, when I was alone and tired, he gave me a palace, a warm bed, new clothes, company and food. Seeing as, unlike in most films, my door didn't creek, I didn't notice he had come in. Like all those months ago, he was smiling at me as I showed my inner self. And when I noticed him in the doorway, I didn't stop. I smiled and kept going, for the need to praise was too great. When he joined in, there was nothing anyone could do to stop us.

Thursday, 1 January 2009

No preddy pictures :'(

I figured it wouldn't be such a good idea to have an empty blog for much longer. Therefore this post will probably be rubbish =D I guess you can say that lately most of what I've been doing is thinking. Not anything spectacular, just the usual stuff. And I had a few ideas for blogs too, but didn't do anything about it (sry)... After spending an hour looking for the pic that was "juuuust right" online (to no success) I got frustrated and gave up on that one. But I guess I'll just write the story down without the preddy pictures :(

So, back at slum survivor (long time, i know) I was thinking about how broken i felt, and how unworthy of receiving Him i was. That thought led me to food (I had eaten nothing for 13 hours, so it's understandable), and how when you make some fancy dish or a good proper meal, you don't use cheap, dirty, chipped and cracked plates. You use clean plates, shiny, elegant plates that complement what you're serving. I think you know where I'm going with this. WE are those foul, dirty plates that seem to downgrade the most splendid banquet. It looks quite out of place too.. try picture fancy gourmet food (which you usually see on big white plates) on a small broken piece of carved wood. Same goes for the wine, obviously.

*i apologise if you didn't get any of that, I'm quite tired and a bit unwell but i felt bad for my blog XD.*

I'll leave some things I learnt in Switzerland for another post. Nighty night!