These piccies are of four of my S'porean cousins - David, John, Ben, Nina - with my sister and I. The photos were taken MANY years ago ... but it's the last time i saw them. I think it would have been at least ten years ago?
29 July 2007
Cousins
These piccies are of four of my S'porean cousins - David, John, Ben, Nina - with my sister and I. The photos were taken MANY years ago ... but it's the last time i saw them. I think it would have been at least ten years ago?
28 July 2007
A new job? - no thanks!
Had an interesting job offer in the week gone by. I was busy working in my office, when one of the bosses knocked on my door. She told me she had a problem and wanted to talk to me about it. As soon as she said that I just knew exactly what the problem was w/o her even mentioning it.
So, as expected, she told me that there is a job in the organisation in the communications section that she thinks I would be suited to. They advertised it a couple of weeks ago, but didn't receive the applicants they were after. They have re-advertised it and applications close Monday. She suggested i apply (with a high chance of getting it). The job would involve working with the media, getting the work Intranet up and running, receiving training in desktop publishing in order to manage the production of a range of publications and promotional material, etc… It’s a creative job… but here are all the problems…
Unknown to her, I have been helping a fellow work colleague to prepare her application for this job. This lady is in her late 50s and previously did not stand a chance of getting the job, due to her lack of understanding in recruitment processes and ideal responses to interview questions.
For example, in response to a question like “tell me a bit about yourself” – she previously would have rattled off a story about how she is married, loves to travel, enjoys eating such and such, etc… They don’t want to hear answers like that. For a job in the communications section, you need to say something like you believe that communication is very important and that you love meeting new people and developing positive and constructive working relationships with them, and you believe you could use your connections with the media to ensure that our work gets effective coverage on the news, etc…
In response to a question like “why do you want the job”, she would previously have said “for more money, so I can travel more”. Who wants to employ a mercenary person who will take time off on leave as soon as they get a chance!?!
In response to a question about knowledge on legislation and processes that are relevant to the job – her previous response was “of course I know that stuff – I’ve been working here for 18 years!”. That doesn’t tell the panel anything!
Anyway, I would feel really rotten applying for a job when I have just been coaching someone else to excel in the job interview process. Almost like I was stabbing her in the back.
Second problem. The boss said she would organise a secret arrangement for me to be paid about $10 K more than the job is offered to other people at. That raises issues with probity. If other people are not given the same treatment, then it is unfair and although she said no one else would know – these little secret deals have a way of getting leaked out. The HR people would know, the accounts person would know and it turns out that the lady I have been coaching, some times acts in the accounts job. Imagine if she saw those details. In addition, I have worked in places where obvious favoritism has occurred and they’re not nice places to be – especially if you are the one in the hot seat that everyone feels resentment towards.
Third problem. I want to buy a house soon and accepting the offer would compromise my financial security. Bit complicated and too hard to explain.
Fourth problem. This job is basically a collection of duties that are not typical of the job role. Although some of the duties (e.g. those described above) sound great, people in the office refer to this job as a bit of a dump job because an unlimited number of duties that people don’t like to do, have been thrown into this position – things like managing library material, doing IT work and handling freedom-of-information requests. This is why they have had problems attracting interested staff.
Finally, if I accepted this job, they would be expecting a commitment for at least the next couple of years. It is not a job I want to be locked into for that long.
I am kind of flattered that the boss has shown some desire to retain me. She told me she desperately wants me to stay in this work place and doesn’t want to see me leave at the end of the year. She said she sees my potential and believes I could do a great job for her in this capacity.
However, with all my reasons now in writing, I have just convinced myself not to take the job. Next offer?
So, as expected, she told me that there is a job in the organisation in the communications section that she thinks I would be suited to. They advertised it a couple of weeks ago, but didn't receive the applicants they were after. They have re-advertised it and applications close Monday. She suggested i apply (with a high chance of getting it). The job would involve working with the media, getting the work Intranet up and running, receiving training in desktop publishing in order to manage the production of a range of publications and promotional material, etc… It’s a creative job… but here are all the problems…
Unknown to her, I have been helping a fellow work colleague to prepare her application for this job. This lady is in her late 50s and previously did not stand a chance of getting the job, due to her lack of understanding in recruitment processes and ideal responses to interview questions.
For example, in response to a question like “tell me a bit about yourself” – she previously would have rattled off a story about how she is married, loves to travel, enjoys eating such and such, etc… They don’t want to hear answers like that. For a job in the communications section, you need to say something like you believe that communication is very important and that you love meeting new people and developing positive and constructive working relationships with them, and you believe you could use your connections with the media to ensure that our work gets effective coverage on the news, etc…
In response to a question like “why do you want the job”, she would previously have said “for more money, so I can travel more”. Who wants to employ a mercenary person who will take time off on leave as soon as they get a chance!?!
In response to a question about knowledge on legislation and processes that are relevant to the job – her previous response was “of course I know that stuff – I’ve been working here for 18 years!”. That doesn’t tell the panel anything!
Anyway, I would feel really rotten applying for a job when I have just been coaching someone else to excel in the job interview process. Almost like I was stabbing her in the back.
Second problem. The boss said she would organise a secret arrangement for me to be paid about $10 K more than the job is offered to other people at. That raises issues with probity. If other people are not given the same treatment, then it is unfair and although she said no one else would know – these little secret deals have a way of getting leaked out. The HR people would know, the accounts person would know and it turns out that the lady I have been coaching, some times acts in the accounts job. Imagine if she saw those details. In addition, I have worked in places where obvious favoritism has occurred and they’re not nice places to be – especially if you are the one in the hot seat that everyone feels resentment towards.
Third problem. I want to buy a house soon and accepting the offer would compromise my financial security. Bit complicated and too hard to explain.
Fourth problem. This job is basically a collection of duties that are not typical of the job role. Although some of the duties (e.g. those described above) sound great, people in the office refer to this job as a bit of a dump job because an unlimited number of duties that people don’t like to do, have been thrown into this position – things like managing library material, doing IT work and handling freedom-of-information requests. This is why they have had problems attracting interested staff.
Finally, if I accepted this job, they would be expecting a commitment for at least the next couple of years. It is not a job I want to be locked into for that long.
I am kind of flattered that the boss has shown some desire to retain me. She told me she desperately wants me to stay in this work place and doesn’t want to see me leave at the end of the year. She said she sees my potential and believes I could do a great job for her in this capacity.
However, with all my reasons now in writing, I have just convinced myself not to take the job. Next offer?
24 July 2007
Apartment 2
This is another cute apartment i like that is selling in the same complex, but at a lower price because it doesn't come with any furniture. I actually like this one better - i think the wood is just beautiful. Same problem though - it's only one bedroom ;-( Both apartments have the same layout and little laundry areas that are hidden behind what looks like cupboard doors. Pretty neat idea.
Apartment 1
This is a cute little apartment i found on the weekend. It's within my price range and comes with all the furniture in the piccies below. Unfortunately, it's only one bedroom. I need two! Pretty cute though and pretty close to the city. 
20 July 2007
Some work colleagues
Here’s a piccy of some of the funny people I work with. The chick crouching low is a crazy Italian girl, Pina, who works as our receptionist. She has a roaring sense of humor and at different times during the year, she offers staff the opportunity to have some free lessons in how to speak Italian. She is always great for a good laugh.Behind her, left to right, we have Maxine, Susan, Tracey and Warwick. They all took up Pina’s kind offer for free lessons... i have no idea why Warwick is wearing an apron, maybe she threw in some Italian food!
Yesterday mum received a letter from my cousin, Davina. We have not had contact with her since I was very young, so I was so stoked to get her details. We exchanged emails today. She also gave me the email address of another long lost cousin, David. I am just so thrilled to make contact with some relatives, seeing I only have my immediate family here in Perth. Praise God.
13 July 2007
Film Festival
On Tuesday night i went to the free Indigenous film festival with Shaz, Mez and Jill. The people who made the films were really talented and they achieved their aim - to educate people about Indigenous culture and heritage issues. In the interval, we were fed Indigenous food - i wasn't too keen to even try the Kangaroo tail soup - eeewwww. It was a really interesting and enlightening evening.
However, the thing that amazed me the most, was not the films or the food, but this Indigenous elder who carried out what's referred to a traditional 'welcome to the festival' speech. He was 72, had eight children and could speak five different languages, but could neither read nor write any of them. He gave us a bit of an overview about his cultural background before announcing to the whole theatre that he was a devout Christian.
He told us that what he was about to say was very important and he wanted us to listen carefully. Then he launched into this big speech about how Jesus was his Lord and Saviour and that one day we would all have to stand before Him and give an account of our lives and that we had better get our lives right with Jesus! I was shocked. His boldness and courage were just incredible. Shaz, Mez and I were just so inspired by him. Maybe it's easier to be so bold when you are 72!
Hearing this guy really challenged me and deeply encouraged me. I never thought Indigenous people believed in Jesus because their traditional culture is based on the creation of the world by spirits, and they place a high importance on protecting various sites and objects because of the spiritual significance of them. I guess Jesus speaks to all people. Praise God.
However, the thing that amazed me the most, was not the films or the food, but this Indigenous elder who carried out what's referred to a traditional 'welcome to the festival' speech. He was 72, had eight children and could speak five different languages, but could neither read nor write any of them. He gave us a bit of an overview about his cultural background before announcing to the whole theatre that he was a devout Christian.
He told us that what he was about to say was very important and he wanted us to listen carefully. Then he launched into this big speech about how Jesus was his Lord and Saviour and that one day we would all have to stand before Him and give an account of our lives and that we had better get our lives right with Jesus! I was shocked. His boldness and courage were just incredible. Shaz, Mez and I were just so inspired by him. Maybe it's easier to be so bold when you are 72!
Hearing this guy really challenged me and deeply encouraged me. I never thought Indigenous people believed in Jesus because their traditional culture is based on the creation of the world by spirits, and they place a high importance on protecting various sites and objects because of the spiritual significance of them. I guess Jesus speaks to all people. Praise God.
08 July 2007
The Power of God
Last Sunday, we had the privilege of listening to Steve, a guest speaker at our church. He is an awesome prayer warrior who moves in the gift of prophecy. He and his wife Rochelle left Australia last Friday to go to the International House of Prayer (IHOP) in Kansas City, where they believe God has called them to serve for the next five years.
Anyway, he had some valuable words of wisdom for us. He said that if we wanted to hear God’s voice and develop an intimate relationship with Him, then we needed to be selective in what we allowed our eyes to see and our ears to hear. He said that every secular song we allow our ears to hear, every ungodly magazine article, TV show, movie, media source, etc… that we allow our eyes to gaze on and our minds to meditate on, will contribute to hindering our ability to hear God. We need to aim for purity and holiness if we want to live lives that are pleasing to God and we want to hear His voice.
“Enter through the narrow gate. For wide is the gate and broad is the road that leads to destruction, and many enter through it. But small is the gate and narrow the road that leads to life, and only a few find it”
[Matthew 7:13-14]
He invited us up for prayer and many of us jumped at the chance. When my turn came, he started prophesying over me. He said God was calling me to be a night watchman. I was baffled by what he meant by that.
A couple of weeks ago, Christie and Ewen lent me a great book on prayer and fasting. It’s written by a guy they met in America, who has an amazing calling on his life. This guy spends incredible hours fasting, prior to praying for people at massive crusades and then witnessing miracles of healing happen right in front of him. He’s seen blind people healed, people in wheelchairs walk free, he’s been in hospital wards and witnessed mentally ill people restored to perfect health. He said that fasting is the key to seeing miracles happen. Sometimes he fasts for 40 days straight! I never really understood the whole concept of fasting until I read his book. Since I gained this revelation, I have fasted a bit - just a meal at a time or half a day off food.
There’s something very powerful about sacrificing time you would normally spend being fed by the media (through TV, advertising, newspapers, radio, etc…) and embracing things in the world (e.g. shopping), to spend it with God. The speaker from last Sunday and the author of this book are right – being selective in what you allow into your system and spending a bit of time fasting and praying, does wonders for your relationship with God.
It helped me to gain revelation on the meaning of being a night watchman and it seems to have released something inside me, a heightened sensitivity to spiritual things. Last week I had a dream in which a saw part of a skeleton flying around my house. I was sitting on my back porch with two girls from church and they told me it was the spirit of hell and death. As soon as I woke up, I started singing in tongues for about an hour. About two days later, someone poisoned our youngest dog and she was so ill – vomiting everywhere and unable to hold down any food. We were able to witness a miracle healing in her -she’s now restored to perfect health again. It was only less than two years ago that we lost a beautiful dog to a similar act of cruelty, he died within 24 hours, so we know the potential outcomes.
Last night, I was shown another dream. It was of my sister in a nasty car accident. I woke up in the small hours of the morning and it’s like my mouth just started to sing in tongues, for about half an hour. I know God is using me to intercede in prayer for potentially horrific circumstances. That’s what being a night watchmen means. You are woken up and prompted to pray for things.
It’s funny, but I have found myself praying for people I would never have even contemplated praying for earlier, and people come near me and sometimes I can sense stuff about them without them opening their mouths. It’s the Holy Spirit stirring me to pray for them.
In the last month, everyone in this little church has experienced a desire to repent of things they’ve been involved in and spend time fasting and praying. I love the fact that it is a praying church. Many people think you need to have a special call on your life to pray, but you can actually cultivate it in yourself and the rewards are amazing. I really believe God is calling every believer to fast and pray. How many accidents could be prevented? How many friends and relatives could be healed? How many lives could be touched if we would just give up the pleasures of this temporary life? Even a moment of our time is so precious.
Anyway, he had some valuable words of wisdom for us. He said that if we wanted to hear God’s voice and develop an intimate relationship with Him, then we needed to be selective in what we allowed our eyes to see and our ears to hear. He said that every secular song we allow our ears to hear, every ungodly magazine article, TV show, movie, media source, etc… that we allow our eyes to gaze on and our minds to meditate on, will contribute to hindering our ability to hear God. We need to aim for purity and holiness if we want to live lives that are pleasing to God and we want to hear His voice.
“Enter through the narrow gate. For wide is the gate and broad is the road that leads to destruction, and many enter through it. But small is the gate and narrow the road that leads to life, and only a few find it”
[Matthew 7:13-14]
He invited us up for prayer and many of us jumped at the chance. When my turn came, he started prophesying over me. He said God was calling me to be a night watchman. I was baffled by what he meant by that.
A couple of weeks ago, Christie and Ewen lent me a great book on prayer and fasting. It’s written by a guy they met in America, who has an amazing calling on his life. This guy spends incredible hours fasting, prior to praying for people at massive crusades and then witnessing miracles of healing happen right in front of him. He’s seen blind people healed, people in wheelchairs walk free, he’s been in hospital wards and witnessed mentally ill people restored to perfect health. He said that fasting is the key to seeing miracles happen. Sometimes he fasts for 40 days straight! I never really understood the whole concept of fasting until I read his book. Since I gained this revelation, I have fasted a bit - just a meal at a time or half a day off food.
There’s something very powerful about sacrificing time you would normally spend being fed by the media (through TV, advertising, newspapers, radio, etc…) and embracing things in the world (e.g. shopping), to spend it with God. The speaker from last Sunday and the author of this book are right – being selective in what you allow into your system and spending a bit of time fasting and praying, does wonders for your relationship with God.
It helped me to gain revelation on the meaning of being a night watchman and it seems to have released something inside me, a heightened sensitivity to spiritual things. Last week I had a dream in which a saw part of a skeleton flying around my house. I was sitting on my back porch with two girls from church and they told me it was the spirit of hell and death. As soon as I woke up, I started singing in tongues for about an hour. About two days later, someone poisoned our youngest dog and she was so ill – vomiting everywhere and unable to hold down any food. We were able to witness a miracle healing in her -she’s now restored to perfect health again. It was only less than two years ago that we lost a beautiful dog to a similar act of cruelty, he died within 24 hours, so we know the potential outcomes.
Last night, I was shown another dream. It was of my sister in a nasty car accident. I woke up in the small hours of the morning and it’s like my mouth just started to sing in tongues, for about half an hour. I know God is using me to intercede in prayer for potentially horrific circumstances. That’s what being a night watchmen means. You are woken up and prompted to pray for things.
It’s funny, but I have found myself praying for people I would never have even contemplated praying for earlier, and people come near me and sometimes I can sense stuff about them without them opening their mouths. It’s the Holy Spirit stirring me to pray for them.
In the last month, everyone in this little church has experienced a desire to repent of things they’ve been involved in and spend time fasting and praying. I love the fact that it is a praying church. Many people think you need to have a special call on your life to pray, but you can actually cultivate it in yourself and the rewards are amazing. I really believe God is calling every believer to fast and pray. How many accidents could be prevented? How many friends and relatives could be healed? How many lives could be touched if we would just give up the pleasures of this temporary life? Even a moment of our time is so precious.
06 July 2007
Eye surgery
Have had the last couple of days off work on Carer's Leave, cos my sister had an operation on her eyes yesterday and i needed to look after her. It's been nice being able to spend a bit of time with her.
At 8.30am yesterday morning, mum and I took her to the Wembley clinic to see Dr English. Upon arrival, she was given valium and panadeine forte tablets. It's weird watching the effects of the drugs kick in while you're talking to someone. We watched Jules relax as she lost control of her face muscles and gradually sunk into the chair. After about half an hour, they whisked her around the corner, where they dressed her up in a lab coat, plastic hair cap and plastic shoe covers and put betadine drops in her eyes, before sending her out again to sit with us in the waiting room. They offered to take a pre-surgery photo - pretty crazy, seeing she looked her absolute worst! She declined (were they surprised!?!?!).
Then after a few minutes, they took her back around the corner where they clamped her eyes open and proceeded to use a laser to burn her optic nerves. She came out at 10.30am with blood in her eyes and looking even worse. Thank God we have Jesus, that's all i can say.
At our house, we gave her voltaren, ocuflox, mitidex and something else every five hours. They were all eye drops with different purposes. Apparently, one was an antibiotic, one was an anti-inflamatory, one was a steroid and the other was something to take away the stinging effects of the previous three. Each time we went to put the drops in her eyes, we had to take her bandages off, put them in, then tape eye caps back on. Pretty funny stuff.
At home group on Wednesday night, Christie gave us all a copy of a really inspiring and annointed CD by some Canadian guy with a power ministry, so i set it up in the room Jules was in and played it while she slept. There's something very special about it and i prayerfully committed that time to God - so Jules would just soak the wisdom of the Scriptures, praise and worship into her spirit. I really believe that His words never return void but accomplish what He intends them to. Her marinating time was enhanced with lots of prayer in the background - probably all unknown to her.
At lunch time today, we took her back to Dr English, where she got the all clear to return home to Mindarie. So mum and i packed up her stuff and we drove her all the way there. Her house was a complete mess, so we dug out all her cleaning gear and just cleaned and cleaned and cleaned for a few hours straight. I can't wait until the day she gets her life back in order.
I am really grateful we could spend these last couple of days ministering to her. They were two precious days in time.
At 8.30am yesterday morning, mum and I took her to the Wembley clinic to see Dr English. Upon arrival, she was given valium and panadeine forte tablets. It's weird watching the effects of the drugs kick in while you're talking to someone. We watched Jules relax as she lost control of her face muscles and gradually sunk into the chair. After about half an hour, they whisked her around the corner, where they dressed her up in a lab coat, plastic hair cap and plastic shoe covers and put betadine drops in her eyes, before sending her out again to sit with us in the waiting room. They offered to take a pre-surgery photo - pretty crazy, seeing she looked her absolute worst! She declined (were they surprised!?!?!).
Then after a few minutes, they took her back around the corner where they clamped her eyes open and proceeded to use a laser to burn her optic nerves. She came out at 10.30am with blood in her eyes and looking even worse. Thank God we have Jesus, that's all i can say.
At our house, we gave her voltaren, ocuflox, mitidex and something else every five hours. They were all eye drops with different purposes. Apparently, one was an antibiotic, one was an anti-inflamatory, one was a steroid and the other was something to take away the stinging effects of the previous three. Each time we went to put the drops in her eyes, we had to take her bandages off, put them in, then tape eye caps back on. Pretty funny stuff.
At home group on Wednesday night, Christie gave us all a copy of a really inspiring and annointed CD by some Canadian guy with a power ministry, so i set it up in the room Jules was in and played it while she slept. There's something very special about it and i prayerfully committed that time to God - so Jules would just soak the wisdom of the Scriptures, praise and worship into her spirit. I really believe that His words never return void but accomplish what He intends them to. Her marinating time was enhanced with lots of prayer in the background - probably all unknown to her.
At lunch time today, we took her back to Dr English, where she got the all clear to return home to Mindarie. So mum and i packed up her stuff and we drove her all the way there. Her house was a complete mess, so we dug out all her cleaning gear and just cleaned and cleaned and cleaned for a few hours straight. I can't wait until the day she gets her life back in order.
I am really grateful we could spend these last couple of days ministering to her. They were two precious days in time.
05 July 2007
Church
The church I now go to has recently moved premises into this cute little building, complete with polished wooden floors and pews to sit on. How awesome! If we stay here long enough, I’d like to get married in it. It’d be just perfect.
I like the fact that the church is so small that everyone goes to the same home group. The piccies after the church shot were taken last night. Who would ever guess that the two chicks standing with Ewen are sisters!!! then there's a shot of Danau sitting under the roof that caved in a few months ago. I've gotta say, Ewen and Chritie did a marvelous job covering the view to their tiles, with black plastic!
I like the fact that the church is so small that everyone goes to the same home group. The piccies after the church shot were taken last night. Who would ever guess that the two chicks standing with Ewen are sisters!!! then there's a shot of Danau sitting under the roof that caved in a few months ago. I've gotta say, Ewen and Chritie did a marvelous job covering the view to their tiles, with black plastic!
27 June 2007
Little old men
Today when i left work, it was dark, cold and raining and i didn't have an umbrella, so i had to run from my building, all the way down the terrace through the rain to the bus stop. When i got there, i was drenched. So were the other people all huddled under the bus shelter. While we were standing there all absolutely freezing and trying our best to dry off our clothes, this little old man walked up to the bus shelter. He was fortunate to have an umbrella, so he was dry. As soon as he got to where we were, he came under the shelter, closed his umbrella and shook it vigorously. It didn't occur to him that there were half a dozen freezing people standing right behind him that he was wetting. It was so mean, yet i'm sure he didn't mean to wet us all. None of us said anything, all too polite, i guess, but I just thought it was the most hilarious act of insensitivity i've seen this week. He will probably do it again tomorrow... seeing none of us pointed out his error to him!Another classic experience i had recently also involved a little old man. This guy was really short - like about a head shorter than me. Anyway, on the bus, i noticed he had a massive bag with him, despite being such a tiny man. I should've known better, but i made the mistake of walking off the bus behind him. As soon as i got off the step, he stopped and i almost crashed into his back, but i took a side step. It was then, almost simultaneously, that he dropped his massive bag on the ground in front of me. I almost tripped. Fortunately, i think and act quickly, so i did a hurdle jump over it and landed ok, despite wearing a skirt and high heels!
All i can say is watch out for little old men. They are hell dangerous. Haha
Singing in a new language
Something very strange has happened recently.
One of the things i remember most about my grandmother is when i was very young, she used to sing in tongues. We would stay over at her house and all night she would be singing in tongues. I didn't understand it back then and I didn't give my heart to God until some 20 years later? At the time, i thought it sounded like the most horrible sound. She would carry on for hours and hours all through the night in a very high voice. It was the strangest thing i had ever heard. I remember covering my ears with pillows (with my hands over the pillows) trying to block out the noise. It seemed to go on forever.
Anyway, a few weeks before my grandmother died, I was praying one night and all of a sudden i started singing in tongues - nothing like my grandmother so many years ago (thank God!) - but just this amazing tune in a foreign language. It sounded like jazzy blues music and it went on for about half an hour. As soon as i started singing, i felt like everything inside me was dancing and it just gave me the most amazing joy inside. When i stopped, i was like 'where the heck did that come from?!?'. Over the subsequent days i would lie down to sleep and then just have a strange desire to sing... and then out would come a tune in a different language. It sounds like it's African, maybe? I am not really a worship person. I mean, i will sing along to music in church, but it's not really something that comes to me naturally. It's not my God-given ministry.
Anyway, the day my grandmother died, it's like this gift just got transferred to me (i wonder if that's possible). Every day since she died, i have found myself singing in tongues and one day, i even sang in tongues for about two hours straight!!! My friend, Narelle, suggested it is my inheritance and is ministering to my mum (it was her mother who died). I think she might be right. Mum can't stop laughing when she hears me and at night, she said it's like a lullaby that puts her to sleep. I wish i had a tape recorder. It is so bizarre. I like how it sounds and every time i get in the car, i sing to where i'm going. At night, i sing myself to sleep. How totally bizarre! Praise God for this gift.
One of the things i remember most about my grandmother is when i was very young, she used to sing in tongues. We would stay over at her house and all night she would be singing in tongues. I didn't understand it back then and I didn't give my heart to God until some 20 years later? At the time, i thought it sounded like the most horrible sound. She would carry on for hours and hours all through the night in a very high voice. It was the strangest thing i had ever heard. I remember covering my ears with pillows (with my hands over the pillows) trying to block out the noise. It seemed to go on forever.
Anyway, a few weeks before my grandmother died, I was praying one night and all of a sudden i started singing in tongues - nothing like my grandmother so many years ago (thank God!) - but just this amazing tune in a foreign language. It sounded like jazzy blues music and it went on for about half an hour. As soon as i started singing, i felt like everything inside me was dancing and it just gave me the most amazing joy inside. When i stopped, i was like 'where the heck did that come from?!?'. Over the subsequent days i would lie down to sleep and then just have a strange desire to sing... and then out would come a tune in a different language. It sounds like it's African, maybe? I am not really a worship person. I mean, i will sing along to music in church, but it's not really something that comes to me naturally. It's not my God-given ministry.
Anyway, the day my grandmother died, it's like this gift just got transferred to me (i wonder if that's possible). Every day since she died, i have found myself singing in tongues and one day, i even sang in tongues for about two hours straight!!! My friend, Narelle, suggested it is my inheritance and is ministering to my mum (it was her mother who died). I think she might be right. Mum can't stop laughing when she hears me and at night, she said it's like a lullaby that puts her to sleep. I wish i had a tape recorder. It is so bizarre. I like how it sounds and every time i get in the car, i sing to where i'm going. At night, i sing myself to sleep. How totally bizarre! Praise God for this gift.
18 June 2007
In Heaven
My grandmother died today. I guess i'll see her again one day. She was a devout Christian who loved to pray and intercede for others. God bless her.
16 June 2007
Designer shirts
I totally love Ben Sherman designer shirts ... they are the most comfortable and snazziest shirts i've ever had. The thing i like best about them is that they are tailored to create a really nice fit. Every time i wear one of these shirts to work, i get at least one person telling me they like my shirt. I found a little shop in West Perth that stocks them - it's a shop called Soho, which is in Harbortown. Kewl stuff.... yeah, ok, they are pretty expensive, but honestly, you've gotta try wearing them. They just feel a million times nicer than any other type of shirt i've had. These are the ones i have ...
14 June 2007
New job
...well the time has come yet again to go hunting for a new job [BIG SIGH!]. It's not that i don't love my current job, it's just that i only have until December before my contract runs out and there are no long-term job prospects in this place, except in a few years time, when lots of staff are planning to retire. That's an indication of the age range in my workplace - i counted, only eight staff are under what i would class as young. The average age is about 50 years old. Funny that, anyway, enough about the demographics, i need to concentrate on finding something i can stay in like longer than a year ... well permanent really.
I have become an expert at changing jobs, packing, unpacking, packing, unpacking, meeting new people, learning new skills, finding ways to maxmise my time, etc... I did have a permanent job, but it got abolished and the department that holds my permanency are being really uncooperative and have thrown an ultimatum at me - basically find a job by the end of the year or don't have a job. They can't really do that, but i'm going to go with the whole idea of what it says in the bible and just respect the leaders God, for whatever reason, has allowed to be put in positions of authority over me. Rather than fight the system, i am going to activiely pursue other alternatives and see where God leads me.
Last Monday, i put in for a permanent job in a place i would never have considered working, its all about protecting Aboriginal heritage and preserving sites that have spiritual and cultural significance to these people. Would be rather interesting, that's for sure, and totally different to what i have done before ;-) Haha ... strangely, i felt like having a go at it, despite not being their preferred Indigenous applicant!
I have become an expert at changing jobs, packing, unpacking, packing, unpacking, meeting new people, learning new skills, finding ways to maxmise my time, etc... I did have a permanent job, but it got abolished and the department that holds my permanency are being really uncooperative and have thrown an ultimatum at me - basically find a job by the end of the year or don't have a job. They can't really do that, but i'm going to go with the whole idea of what it says in the bible and just respect the leaders God, for whatever reason, has allowed to be put in positions of authority over me. Rather than fight the system, i am going to activiely pursue other alternatives and see where God leads me.
Last Monday, i put in for a permanent job in a place i would never have considered working, its all about protecting Aboriginal heritage and preserving sites that have spiritual and cultural significance to these people. Would be rather interesting, that's for sure, and totally different to what i have done before ;-) Haha ... strangely, i felt like having a go at it, despite not being their preferred Indigenous applicant!
09 June 2007
Claremont
Last Monday, i woke up a year older, to my great horror. Why do people want to celebrate getting older? Anyway, as part of a work policy, I organised morning tea. To be a bit different, I threw together an unusual spread. I had a Japanese combination platter (with different types of sushi, katsu, tempora, pickled ginger and oranges), wasabi-coated peas, sweet potato chips, seaweed crackers, iced fruit bread, beanies, tim tams and fruit jelly rings. I figured i was catering for everyone in my office. Fortunately, it was received really well ;-)
Then last night, some of us chicks headed out for dinner and dancing in Claremont. Thanks Christie for organising it. Once again, Simon, Aaron & Jay were singing up a storm. Here are some piccies from last night, starting with Cate and Christie, the two beautiful cousins...
Then last night, some of us chicks headed out for dinner and dancing in Claremont. Thanks Christie for organising it. Once again, Simon, Aaron & Jay were singing up a storm. Here are some piccies from last night, starting with Cate and Christie, the two beautiful cousins...
I dunno why, but i was feeling really sad all night, because for some strange reason, i couldn't stop thinking of Ciara Glennon, who was a young lawyer who fell prey to the Claremont serial killer a few years ago. Maybe she walked through the same spaces i did or sat in the same seat. I was thinking about the media coverage after her body was found. Her mum said she could never bear to go to Claremont again and her dad set up a law scholarship in her memory. One of her friends wrote a letter saying she thought only bimbo girls fell victim to sick killers like hers, not intelligent women who watched where they went and were cautious of their safety. Her friends were puzzled over her disappearance. How could such an intelligent girl be conned by someone? What sort of person had committed such an awful crime - they must have been an amazing con artist to win her trust and attention? Could it have been someone they knew? Was it someone that was around last night? I was sitting there just trying to imagine how it had all happened. Weird. Why on earth would all that flood my mind on a night out to celebrate my birthday?
02 June 2007
Home no more ;-(
I am totally dumbfounded! Today the owner of the house and i were going to meet so she could formally seal the deal for me to purchase her property. She had already agreed verbally and by SMS and i had already sorted out my finances and settlement agent. However, she had second thoughts and has decided not to sell me the place because she wants more money for it, and is, therefore, going to re-advertise. I didn't anticipate that happening!
To be honest, i am really not that fussed, because it all happened so quickly. I had only put that offer in last Saturday, as my first offer ever, and didn't expect it to be accepted so soon! I was pretty foolish in that i didn't elaborate on my special conditions and i didn't say my offer would expire at a certain date.... meaning that if i hadn't forced her to sign a letter today saying she was rejecting my offer, she could actually have sat on my offer and waited to see if she had had a better offer and only let me know when it was too late to arrange eveything, therefore, making me incur all sorts of penalty fees. I am so grateful mum is a lawyer!
I also feel a hell of a lot richer and might just go out and do some serious shopping now.
To be honest, i am really not that fussed, because it all happened so quickly. I had only put that offer in last Saturday, as my first offer ever, and didn't expect it to be accepted so soon! I was pretty foolish in that i didn't elaborate on my special conditions and i didn't say my offer would expire at a certain date.... meaning that if i hadn't forced her to sign a letter today saying she was rejecting my offer, she could actually have sat on my offer and waited to see if she had had a better offer and only let me know when it was too late to arrange eveything, therefore, making me incur all sorts of penalty fees. I am so grateful mum is a lawyer!
I also feel a hell of a lot richer and might just go out and do some serious shopping now.
31 May 2007
1st home of my own
I am soooo excited. Last night at home group, i found out that my offer got accepted. I am so stoked. Today i confirmed finances with the bank and so in about two months time, i'll own little den. I love this place so much. It's just gorgeous - only two bedrooms, but when i manage to save a bit more dough, i will invest in some space saving ideas from IKEA, which will make the place much bigger on the inside ;-)
One of the things i saw a while ago, was a clever furniture arrangement where a double bed was up at the roof and underneath were shelves and a desk. Now that would be handy. I also like the idea of building cupboards high up on the walls near the roof. This place has high ceilings and so that's one way to maximise space. Oh i can't wait.
Unfortunately, the place comes with a tenant on a contract that ends in December. I could actually force this lady out, but she's obviously a single mum and has two kids staying with her. The son (who goes to the uni across the road) , is staying in the spare bedroom, while the mum and her teenage daughter are staying in two single beds perpendicular to eachother in the main bedroom. I remember the days in which my own mum really struggled to raise us three kids as a single mum and i still get to hear her stories every now and then, so my heart is full of compassion for people like that. I think this lady is pretty poor. She is Bhuddist too, which is not that great, but i guess Jesus loves her all thew same and "eveyone needs compassion".
To be honest, moving into the place in the middle of Winter would not be ideal anyway. I think i much prefer a Summer transition into a new residence ;-) Praise God
One of the things i saw a while ago, was a clever furniture arrangement where a double bed was up at the roof and underneath were shelves and a desk. Now that would be handy. I also like the idea of building cupboards high up on the walls near the roof. This place has high ceilings and so that's one way to maximise space. Oh i can't wait.
Unfortunately, the place comes with a tenant on a contract that ends in December. I could actually force this lady out, but she's obviously a single mum and has two kids staying with her. The son (who goes to the uni across the road) , is staying in the spare bedroom, while the mum and her teenage daughter are staying in two single beds perpendicular to eachother in the main bedroom. I remember the days in which my own mum really struggled to raise us three kids as a single mum and i still get to hear her stories every now and then, so my heart is full of compassion for people like that. I think this lady is pretty poor. She is Bhuddist too, which is not that great, but i guess Jesus loves her all thew same and "eveyone needs compassion".
To be honest, moving into the place in the middle of Winter would not be ideal anyway. I think i much prefer a Summer transition into a new residence ;-) Praise God
27 May 2007
My first offer
Yesterday i put in my first offer for an apartment. It was such a big decision and much more complicated than i expected because it was a private sale, the guy at the place was from somewhere overseas (so his English was not great) and was not a real estate agent and i had never filled out one of the forms before. I was totally without a clue, bit i fell in love with the place as soon as i walked in the door.
It's a 1930's apartment with high ceilings, picture rails through the lounge, wooden floorboards, hidden cupboards tucked into parts of the wall where you wouldn't expect them, a large main bedroom with an ensuite bathroom, a second bedroom/study and a little courtyard around the side. It is just gorgeous. There are four apartments in the block and the person who lives at the front of the complex bought two apartments and joined them together to form a two-level townhouse. The apartment at the back is a free-standing structure, so it's separated by the parking bars.... so that really just means one neighbour, an older lady. The back apartment is rented to a young chick who is studying at the uni, which is just across the road ... literally! I like the fact that all the student parking bays across the road are only paid parking during weekdays - at night and on weekends, they are free. That means my visitors can find ample parking.
Anyway, i have come to realise that cute little apartments in posh suburbs like this one, get snapped up so quickly. Most are sold by the end of the home opens. Anyway, so i was madly trying to get my act together after taking the form and heading home wiht it. Luckily, i was able to get some great advice from a few people.
I realise though that i stuffed up the dates for confirming finance approval and settlement. I put down Friday, 22 June 2007 and Friday 20 July 2007, respectively. What a duffa - i should have only allocated 14 days to get finance approval. I don't really feel up to speed about the whole process. I guess if my generous offer gets rejected, then it was all just a learning experience! Man, i want the place so much though. I guess I am competing with people who have huge amounts of cash at hand. I guess one day, one of these apartments will have my name on it. Oh please God, can't it be this one!!!
It's a 1930's apartment with high ceilings, picture rails through the lounge, wooden floorboards, hidden cupboards tucked into parts of the wall where you wouldn't expect them, a large main bedroom with an ensuite bathroom, a second bedroom/study and a little courtyard around the side. It is just gorgeous. There are four apartments in the block and the person who lives at the front of the complex bought two apartments and joined them together to form a two-level townhouse. The apartment at the back is a free-standing structure, so it's separated by the parking bars.... so that really just means one neighbour, an older lady. The back apartment is rented to a young chick who is studying at the uni, which is just across the road ... literally! I like the fact that all the student parking bays across the road are only paid parking during weekdays - at night and on weekends, they are free. That means my visitors can find ample parking.
Anyway, i have come to realise that cute little apartments in posh suburbs like this one, get snapped up so quickly. Most are sold by the end of the home opens. Anyway, so i was madly trying to get my act together after taking the form and heading home wiht it. Luckily, i was able to get some great advice from a few people.
I realise though that i stuffed up the dates for confirming finance approval and settlement. I put down Friday, 22 June 2007 and Friday 20 July 2007, respectively. What a duffa - i should have only allocated 14 days to get finance approval. I don't really feel up to speed about the whole process. I guess if my generous offer gets rejected, then it was all just a learning experience! Man, i want the place so much though. I guess I am competing with people who have huge amounts of cash at hand. I guess one day, one of these apartments will have my name on it. Oh please God, can't it be this one!!!
22 May 2007
Newly weds
This is my friend Audrey and her new-found hubby, Jason. She was recruited to replace me in a job I had four years ago. We both moved on after about 1.5 years in that job, which is kind of funny.
What a beautiful photo.
I think half of the city got married last summer.
I think half of the city got married last summer.
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