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You exhibit a very well-developed sense of Right and Wrong and believe in economic fairness.

Thoughts of Solitary Pacifism

“You idiot! Stop your Car!”

The traffic warden screamed at me from the other side of the street. My window was closed but the thunder of his voice boomed so loudly it seared through every particle in the buoyant glass. I watched in awe as the glass quivered almost double bent on the car frame where it had been assigned to fulfill it’s purpose.

I had gotten up this morning with intent only to go to my place of refuge. Away from the rest of the world. A solitary confinement but one of which I was overly content. My sanctuary. It was a place where I felt sane, real, myself. No-one else knew of this place I so adored, it was a secret held in the depth of my mind and would not, could not ever be released from the prison in which it dwelt. But my train of thought was derailed by an angry traffic warden. He was a mighty tsunami decimating Phuket. He reared his legs and charged at my now stationary motor vehicle.

I started analysing this bitter man. Almost extricating my insides, I duly noted the gushing of his drooling saliva, the tearing of the once unshredded ground each of his strides, and the pulsating veins, blood red colour, which protruded from his skin emitting thousands of tiny eruptions. I concluded that this man had lived a long life, full of twists and turns. Somewhere in that serpent of existence he had lost something dear to him, a lover maybe, a child? I made an educated estimation that it was likely due to unnatural causes. It seemed the thing that committed such the act was found unforgiven. There was half a life of bitter hate, and a scourge was born of it. Yet the relentless pursuit of revenge was never satisfied. Thus such abhority was inflicted upon all spectators who chose to menace his presence. Today I was such an observer. He was the ravenous lion, I the lacerated gazelle. And thus it was that he came and confronted me. Shivering in fear and ignorant confusion, for I knew not why such abrasive phraseology had been verbally expressed toward me, I stuttered out a weak “hello”

“You almost ran that cat into the gutters of oblivion!” the Warden snared at me viciously

My quick wit in which at this time I silently proclaimed a curse, got the better of him and without a sense of my later predicament I replied, “If such abeyance would compose itself from such an occurrence then thus no harm is conceived.” He looked blankly toward me and a moment passed, then pulling himself to his full stature, he withdrew from under the belt of his un-ironed suit pants the lower of his suit coat in which he lifted the flap of one side and shone into my view what distinctly appeared to be a taser. Initially I was shocked to imagine what could possibly have gone through his distraught mind to have even apprehended such an action of pure abstract. It was thus that I had realised my earlier flaw. I was but the weed and he the gardener. My position of power in which I surfeited was but a temporary juncture. The tides rolled on and again I was the one oppressed. I guiltily accepted my fine and drove off with thoughts of solitary pacifism.

written by Andrew Wilson.

Verse to think about

⁴⁶For if you love those who love you, what reward can you have? Do not even the tax collectors do that?

⁴⁷And if you greet only your brethren, what more than others are you doing? Do not even the Gentiles (the heathen) do that?

⁴⁸You, therefore, must be perfect [growing into complete ^[a]maturity of godliness in mind and character, ^[b]having reached the proper height of virtue and integrity], as your heavenly Father is perfect.

before and after - the visit to the hairdresser

Before...

Well i know thats a bad haircut, but before u start badmouthing it u might wanna see the new haircut first...
but before i show you that i have to explain why my haircut ended up so bad. Well its not that bad i suppose, i said to the hairdresser "i dont know what i want buti do want it shorter and thinned" So she did exactly that, she made it shorter and she thinned it, but she left the style exactly the same, all while she told me how terrible a stlye it was, as i agreed with her. So if you happen to see me with my hat off in the next few weeks, then dont ask me why i got my hair cut mullet stylz. I didnt even notice the back was still really long until i got home, and im not paying $15 to get just the bac cut shorter
So without further adieu...

After (sob)

Do more than that which is asked

The Rebbeccah principle: "I'll not just do what you ask of me, I'll do more." For those who dont already receive the vine go to this site and look around, just change the date to view a different one
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Oh and sasha has a blog, check it out by following the link under my blogging comrades list.

On Saturday i went to help paint the youth centre, It was an awesome day, plenty of good music, the best company, and great results!! After finishing or almost finishing the youth centre a few of us went around to AA and Summers to have some fish and chips-still NZs number 1 takeaway (and fast becoming Opawas number 1 eat in ;) ).
Sasha 'started' a few fights with the paint, yeah it was sasha!! Ok i'll admit i started a few...ok i started most of them. But regardless of all the fights i had, i never spilt paint on the carpet due to a fight. All spilt paint was due to actually painting, and although i had a part in the biggest paint spills in happy to say that the responsiblity was not mine at all. But if you need a scapegoat Jess, u know who to blame.

Well im gonna get a haircut today. Not sure what i want, but i know i want it done pro, no offence jazmine. If it looks gud ill ppost on my blog. But thats gud in my opinion so no1s gonna force me to put it up bvy saying its gud

Janeii
(oh incase i every use that word again, for all u common readers, it means "cya" in japanese...no my alias isnt janey.)

I know that it doesnt seem like a problem, but the one i face does seem to be on my mind all the time. Its the problem of my future. As time moves forward so quickly i have to start thinking about my career. And as my career choice should influence what im going to study at school next year, i should have already decided by now where i want to go, occupation-wise, in life. But i havent. I've been to the careers adviser at school several times these past few weeks and i've narrowed my options down to a likely two. I dont know whether i will end up doing either of them in life, or if so for how long, because im not sure on anything, but atleast ive got something to stick to atm. the first option is a pharmacist. I enjoy chemistry and i find it reasonably easy. And an occupation where i get to mix dangerous chemicals together is very appealing to me. The downside of pharmacy is it would require me to go to either auckland university or Otago. Sure it's my career u say, you can come back in the holidays, etc, i know all that but it's still a big thing for me. And no matter what people say will change my thoughts about that. Opawa has become my family, and i don't wanna leave that for 4 years. Then there's the second option of becoming a psychologist. Rach and Dad have both done psychology at uni so it would save me a lot of money doing that, no book costs, live at home, etc. The downside of psychology is its not quite a normal job, and if i want to become a pastor later on in life, i want to have experience in a kind of job everyone does, or many people do. That way i can relate better to the congregation i preach to. Psychology is a study i would love to learn. I feel that it would be very good to have counselling skills especially if i intend to be a pastor. And i get a huge thrill out of helping other people solve their problems, or helping them to solve their problems themselves. Both occupations are ones i would like to be in, but then i face the problem of which to choose, if i choose either of them.
"what day is it? and in what month? this clock never seems so alive!" - You And Me (Lifehouse)

about 3:00pm i decided that in my family a snow fight would be unavoidable so i quietly escaped the house and started building a defence by which i could hide behind. For when mark realised i had gone outside he would pursue me in attempt to attack me unprepared.
snow has never been so heavy. I would roll snowballs until they became almost unliftable and then lifted them ontop of each other in a parabolic shape to protect me against 3sides but dominating the defence against one. mark came outside a little after finishing. If you've ever had a snowball fight with me before (amy, jess, jas, etc) you probably know that i dont use gloves because my hands warm up at an alarming rate and therefore they dont get cold from the snow. However mark's hands are not the same and after a few minutes his hands were too cold and he surrendered. Again knowing me in a snowball fight, there are no prisoners of war. i shall leave it to you to decide who got pummelled by snowballs.

let it snow, let it snow, let it snow

here's the view of the city...hmmm where is the city?

i felt water uncontrollably but lethargically swell up slowly under my eyes as Silvia Koppes's words moved that concealed compassion in my heart. I had read the story of the prodical son many times but i guess i never quite related to it in such an intense moving way. For those whose compassion is in need of an immediate reboot, for those who feel like they're only thinking of themselves and find it hard to care about anyone else but need to share the love God has put inside them...please either read or buy the book "he did this just for you" by Max Lucado. You wont be disappointed.
Silvia, Ann and Summer, you did an awesome Job tonight!!!

the book tells the story in a more modern way...i dont want to give too much away, so just read the book

I have been thinking...two things in fact.
(1) i should stop posting so much or i'll run out of things to post about
and (2) i would like to add anyone to my "blog comrades" list who wants to be added. please comment on this post here to be added to my comrades list. Anyone is welcome to link my page to theirs if they so wish. Thank You.

Went to akaroa today with Opawa Youth Group. Here's some pics i took...






thats all that fits. Awesome day!!!! Hope those shown here dont mind being on the net cos im showing u anyway. (if u actually care please tell me so i can delete pictures of u, and future pics which i may consider putting on my blog of you will not be shown at ur request)

ok, ive been asked to explain how i got the nickname rayd. so for those who dont know already know and wish to...please read below

i was at easter camp in april 2005...
the main opawa marquee's roof rustled gently in the morning breeze. I had woken to the light coming through the ever so slightly open zip on my tent which lay in shelter of the domineering marquee beside it. Was that the sound of another out of bed at this time? well it was morning i thought to myself as i quickly slipped into some casual clothes and exited the inferior looking tent which i had previously slept within. Unknown to me comrades had used the marquee as a resting place that night. Thinking of the sweet perfume coffee gave off when placed in a cup in my hands i walked into the marquee in an attempt to create what would become the greatest tasting coffee ever concocted by any man, but alas before my hands even pulled out the container of instant coffee i was startled to find my actions were being watched by the slumberers therein. Awakening one of them seeing the flowing light come through the ingress i created illuminating me professed somnolently "here comes radiance"

Gud Evening!!
After much commenting on others blogs, and being politely asked to create one of my own for many months now by numerous people if have concluded that to make everyone happy i will share my own thoughts to all who dare listen. Some may dislike the way i perceive life. That is fine. For God created each of us differently. And there may, hopefully, be some who agree. Please whoever you are comment and share your thoughts on my thoughts. Thankyou!!

Now before i go any further i think it is very appropriate to talk about music. And because i happen to be listening to blindside now, i feel the need to say that sure many people dont like the fast forceful lyrics and instruments of blindside, and many more havent even heard of them. But despite these set backs Blindside is AWESOME!!! it takes a little listening to start picking up on the lyrics but after your blindisde vocabulary becomes a little more vast you should, or atleast i hope, become moved by the depth in such lyrics.

May my blogs be many, and my critics be few.