Jakarta

Jakarta before and after the earthquake

How unlucky is Jakarta?

If those people hadn't suffered enough with the tsunami a year and a half ago, they get hit by a big earthquake this year. The earthquake sets off volcanos and they threaten to start spewing!

My heart breaks for the people. They still suffering from being displaced not long ago, now they must start again.

I read about a man who survived the earthquake when a book case fell on him which shielded him from the rest of the falling rubble. He called out to his wife of thirty-some years for help, only to find her already dead.

My heart breaks for these people...how can i help? what do i have to offer? i'm afraid i have nothing but my prayers and i will give all i can of those until something more substantial can be arranged.

Shakespeare

To be or not to be?
that is the question.
whether it is nobler in the mind
(is "nobler" a word??)
to suffer the slings and arrows of outrages fortune
or to take arms against a sea of troubles
(without that useful noun/adjective/? We might believe it were a sea of fish)
and by opposing,
end them.
(I've won't finish the speech...I'll end the suffering here)

the gallery

I looked at all the photos in the gallery. I read the brief discriptions of the pictures. The photos ranged from art house to disturbingly, graphically violent. I saw a girl of two, covered in the blood of her parents after they failed to stop at a guard crossing and were shot dead. I saw pictures of gang retaliation and death. I saw pictures of starvation and struggle.

When the emotion of it all began to overwhelm me i sat down on a nearby sofa and wondered about human stupidity. For how long have we fought eachother? how long has both sides felt pain and loss? haven't we learned that when we war against eachother, we're only killing ourselves?

i suppose each generation hopes that it will be different when they reach the appropriate age to take over....but it never seems to get better...

I was reminded by a friend that only Christ brings peace, our ways never will.

My Happy Moment

Today i found a post by my brother. it was so sweet! Thus, i stole it from him to repost on my blog:)

Are you a Blogger?

I'm finding that the only person that is truely a blogger? My very cool sister! lol Blogging I thought was dumb... but I'm finding it is a way of talking to all your friends at ounce, and so you don't have to comment every single one over and over and over.......

My hope? you all become bloggers! :D

Just Blog it!!

Mike

Thanks Mike! I'm glad i could inspire you!

More news

Well my phone was stolen. I suppose it was partly my fault. i thought it was in my pocket, but it had fallen out. when i went back for it, it was gone. All my phone numbers, messages, and notes that i had saved on my phone are gone. I'm very frustrated.

More news....

i posted a pic of the outside of the church were we will be getting married. it is on the wedding blog.

I suppose that last bit is the silver lining to a horribly depressing week.

Advice for men....or lesbians

The Hormone Hostage knows that there are days in the month when all a man has to do is open his mouth and he takes his very life into his own hands! Here are possible questions he could ask, arranged from dangerous to ultra safe:

DANGEROUS - What's for dinner?
SAFER -- Can I help you with dinner?
SAFEST -- Where would you like to go for dinner?
ULTRA SAFE -- Here, have some chocolate.

DANGEROUS -- Are you wearing that?
SAFER -- Gee, you look good in brown..
SAFEST -- WOW! Look at you!
ULTRA SAFE -- Here, have some chocolate.

DANGEROUS -- What are you so worked up about?
SAFER -- Could we be overreacting?
SAFEST -- Here's fifty dollars.
ULTRA SAFE -- Here, have some chocolate.

DANGEROUS -- Should you be eating that?
SAFER -- You know, there are a lot of apples left.
SAFEST -- Can I get you a glass of wine with that?
ULTRA SAFE -- Here, have some chocolate.

DANGEROUS -- What did you do all day?
SAFER -- I hope you didn't overdo it today.
SAFEST -- I've always loved you in that robe!
ULTRA SAFE -- Here, have some more chocolate

a week of quiet

Yesterday Melody left me. We didn't fight. There were not harsh words. She just, hugged me and left.

She didn't come back today.

I don't know what i'm going to do. I'm distraught without her. The apartment is quiet, almost eery. I walked into her room this morning. Her bed was made neatly....i made it that way after she left. i miss her.
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She sent me a message today.

She says she's surrounded by men. I suppose this means she doesn't need me anymore. (sigh)
what could i offer that men in suits don't have?...nothing

Today, i'll go back to the apartment. I'll smell the carpet cleaner in the hall. I'll watch a movie. I'll sigh deeply....Then i'll invite my boyfriend over;)