| I have a new LJ. So please you, go to silverolive5 and check it out!
Pax,
Magz:)
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| I'm off to Romania! This will be last entry for the next two weeks or so, so excuse me if I don't update much. My plane leave's @ 4:00, yet
Joe wants me to get there by 1:30. Go figure. This is really unbelievable, me going so far away. I hear Frankfurt customs are lockdown strict, so I'm a little nervous, even if I didn't pack anything that could remotely be used to kill the captain. Those military types frighten me.
See you when I get back!
Pax,
Magz:)
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| Blue orange is the only way to describe how I'm feeling, and I suppose it's my favorite feeling. Orange has always meant to me that everything is alright, but blue is there to bring me at least to sky level in reality. And I guess I saw a painting once, Monet-esque, that was blues, oranges, and purples. I think it was a child reading on a rock my a tree. The sun was setting, I guess.
I'm not sure if you have heard, but I don't think violence is right. Granted, several nations, including my own have been founded by it, but not every nation was founded by violence. Canada, hello!I sometimes think if there has never been a war, there wouldn't be so many nations. In fact, the people of this world would be a lot closer. Violence just isn't something I deem as necessary. Violence just caused a lot of problems in the lives of my older friends, and the last thing this world needs are more problems.
However, I've been thinking about something...more than usual, in fact. Andrew was talking about how I wouldn't fight for my friends because I didn't want to give up my innocence (like I had any to begin with) to stop them from getting hurt. I was beginning to change my mind about how that would stand out. Me, not sacrificing something that I think I have, but really don't, for my friend. I mean, that's proud! It's not worht it if I'm not giving up everything in me for my friend, even my innocence. So maybe I should fight for them.
Again, more thinking. I fight differently, really differently. I am Christian, as most of you know. And Christ didn't even deffend himself when he was being beaten to a pulp. Why? Because he loved even the guards that were beating him, and would not hurt them. I believe he had the power to. I believe he could have wiped out every magistrate within 250,000 cubits of him, and then some. But he didn't. He loved them, and if you want to say he loved them too much, go ahead. But I figure Jesus was right. I'm not going to hurt you, even if you hurt me.
Maybe, though, I shouldn't tell you to do the same. That's not fair to you, any of you. And I've gotten angry because you didn't agree with me. But that was wrong. Really wrong. I keep forgetting that you are each your own man, and that I should love you for that. I mean, people are able to defend them selves for a reason, right? I tend to think it's only against predators, but maybe not. My way of defense is simply different, in that I would literally give my life and love to you by dying for you. But I don't have any innocence to sacrifice, I'm afraid.
Alteras! I leave for Romania on Friday, and it's really hard to believe. I found out what currency they use, and I thought it was very interesting. I think it's spelled Lei, pronounced Lay, but I'm not sure. They also use florens, Hungarian currency. And I think the exchange rate is something like 32,000 lei to a dollar. I makes me laugh.
~*Romanian Wedny's comercial*~ And naow, only fourty-five t'ousand lei!
I'm going shopping with my friend, Carrell Hambrick, @ Walmart this afternoon fo anything else we might need for Romania. Then Marc wants me to help him pick out a new pair of glasses, fun times to near-sighted freaks like us. His mum can't stand his current pair. And then, I dunno, maybe go back to his place and watch more anime. One of his favorites seems to be coming out with a new episode every week, which is slightly disturbing. I pictured thousands of little Japanese women in a factory, mass producing this anime. Marc also sent me photos of his trip to Japan, including a photo of a vending machine.
Funny thing about the vending machine. They sold bottled coffee supposedly from the mountains of Georgia. I'm thinking they're talking Baltic, not Atlantic, because, last time I checked, GA, USA didn't grow coffee. .... But....you never know! ~*creepy fingers*~ There was one shot of both him and his dad at Mos Burgers, which caught their reflection in the window while Marc took the shot. I haven't gotten through all the photos yet, but I have a hunch that's the only one of both Marc and his dad. Marc told me photo # 20 had tulips on it, and I was all, "Hmmm, tulips!" Then went to photo 20 and saw no tulips. There were, however, several irises, which I think he might have thought were tulips.
One of the photos of him made me giggle. These photos were huge, so it took me a while to look around them. So one photo showed pond, pond, pond, Marc, pond, pond. It was was just sort of startling. It was cute, but kind of out of nowhere.
Carrell brought back Brittish candies! I love Brittish chocolate, it's so light! This time she got me an Aero bar (all bubbles and chocolate), smarties, which are a Nestle nock off of M&M's, and a Kinderegg, which is like a wonderball. It's a huge chocolate egg, dark on the outside, white on the in, with a toy inside. I got Jerry, from Tom and Jerry, on a surfboard, which is set on a plastic wave. Very funny, very cute. The Aero bar looks like solid chocolate on the outside, but inside it's got chocolate bubbles!
I have to write a letter now, so I'll get back with one more entry tomorrow, before I leave for Romania.
Pax,
Magz:)
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| AND I MISS MARC! He's only been away since sunday, but he'll have virtually no communication with me while he's in Kyoto. I told him before he left that I was going to send him e-mails this week, even though he won't read them whilst he's there, but I still want him to know I was thinking of him while he was out, and he hardly reads my LJ. He still hasn't seen my hair, lol, wonder what he'll think. Ok! 'S'all for now!
Pax,
Magz:)
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| I'm also kinda sick of the ciriculum. It's so church propoganda, and you know the kids don't care. Never the less, I have my vows to hold to with the kids, which I've had since they were baptized.
The biggest trial with my class (yes, I'm teaching) it that there are about seven guys to fourteen girls, but it just doesn't seem that way. The boys are the biggest handful in the world, but they're not nearly as shy as the girls. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| You know, the moment I cut my hair, it starts growing back faster than I ever imagined. Eh, guess that happens.
So, in other news, I've been doing VBS for the last two days, and all 704 kids have nearly worn me to a nub already. Yes, 704, not without the help of fifty or so volunteer parents and kids like myself, but none the less, I'm exhausted. Yeah, I also said volvunteers, which means no pay. Now, of course, I love kids, but kids in such a mass quantity, you'd think three was more to it than something to put on a resume. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| | Subject: | Hair | | Time: | 08:22 pm |
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| For all of you who have known me with hair about two feet or so long, forget that. My hair now, at it's longest, comes to the start of my neck. Ten inches of it went to Locks of Love, and weighed 1.5 lb's. It felt rather like a small cat to hold the dismembered braid.
That's all for now.
Pax,
Magz:)
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| When it's midnight-ish, and you're tired, and you're too tired to sleep, what would you do? Answer if you wish, but I'm probably not going to think much of it. Anyways, I would go onto AIM and see if thre are any other crazy peoples on, tired as me. (shout out to Carrell "Crizazy as a daisy!") Well, I found two peoples as tired and restless as I. So I sat up a while, with one talking about the rises and falls of societies, with another talking about what we did today and what effect it might have on us later in the day. When the one with whom I was speaking of society left me, I was left with but one buddy, who is one of my favorite buddies. So we're gabbing a bit, and then I remember to ask a question that I'd been trying to work around for a while.
I tell him, "Many people ask me if we're seeing one another. I don't know what to tell them, because I don't know how you feel. So I'm asking you how you feel."
He said many had asked him this the same and asked me how I felt. Needless to say, this would be awkward, but it was midnight, the fireflies were flying about my window, and I felt very well. I told him that I had asked him to see me once before, and he said no. So I was not going to ask him again. So he asked, and for his first time, successfully. With that great tension off of the both of us, I began to giggle. No matter how hard you try in this situation, there's going to be a giggle. Though, they had to be supressed because the rest of the house was asleep.
I love him dearly, and I think I can say that now without scaring him, or at least hope that much is true. His name is Marc Bruce, and he's a sweetheart.
Contrary to my habbits, I slept well last night. No dreams, no frights, just assurance that God was with me last night. Marc was actually the first person who had me deciding on a boyfriend with God in mind. I did love him long before this morning, and in fact he marked the day I figured out that no relationship is whole without God. God is love, this I learned later, but God seemed to me to guide a relationship.
I'm really happy. Marc is one of the greatest gifts in my life, and I thank God for him.
Pax,
Magz:)
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| So, some of you might have heard me say once, twice, millions of times, depending on who you are that I would always love you. And those of you who took the initiative to read my script. piece might know that, too, if I didn't tell you that I would love you no matter what. Guys, I meant that. Someone's already forgotten, doubt he ever checks my LJ anyway. You have to believe that I will always love you. You must believe that, and I can not stress enough how important it is that you believe me. Hard as it is, I will always love you. Nothing can change that.
Pax,
Magz:)
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| aboon dabashmaya
nethkadash shamak
tetha malkoothak
newe tzevyanak
aykan dabashmaya af bara
hav lan lakma dsoonkanan yamanawashbook lan
kavine aykana daf hanan shabookan lhayavine
oolow talahn lanesyana
ela fatsan men beesha | | comments: Leave a comment |
| Mi Atyánk, aki a mennyekben vagy,
szenteltessék meg a Te neved,
jöjjön el a Te országod,
legyen meg a Te akaratod
amint a mennyben, úgy a földön is.
Mindennapi kenyerünket add meg nekünk ma,
és bocsásd meg vétkeinket,
miképpen mi is megbocsátunk az ellenünk vétkezõknek,
és ne vígy minket kísértésbe,
de szabadíts meg a gonosztól.
Ámen | | comments: Leave a comment |
| E TO MATOU MATUA I TE RANGI KIA TAPU TOU INGOA
KIA TAE MAI TOU RANGATIRATANGA.
KIA MEATIA TAU E PAI AI KI RUNGA KI TE WHENUA,
KIA RITE ANO KI TO TE RANGI.
HOMAI KI A MATOU AIANEI HE TARO MA MATOU MO TENEI RA,
MURUA O MATOU HARA, ME MATOU HOKI E MURU NEI I O TE HUNGA
E HARA ANA KIA MATOU.
AUA HOKI MATOU E KAWEA KIA WHAKAWAIA, ENGARI WHAKAORANGIA MATOU I TE KINO
NOU HOKI TE RANGATIRATANGA,
TE KAHA ME TE KORORIA,
AKE, AKE, AKE, AMINE. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| o-gi-do-da ga-lv-la-di-he-hi
ga-lv-quo-di-yu ge-se-s-di de-tsa-do-v-i
tsa-gv-wi-yu-hi ge-sv wi-ga-na-nu-go-i
a-ni-e-lo-hi wi-tsi-ga-li-s-da ha-da-nv-te-s-gv-i
na-s-gi-ya ga-lv-la-di tsi-ni-ga-li-s-di-ha
ni-da-do-da-qui-sv o-ga-li-s-da-yv-di s-gi-v-si go-hi-i-ga
di-ge-s-gi-v-si-quo-no de-s-gi-du-gv-i
na-s-gi-ya tsi-di-ga-yo-tsi-na-ho tso-tsi-du-gi
a-le tla-s-di u-da-go-le-ye-di-yi ge-sv wi-di-s-gi-ya-ti-nv-s-ta-nv-gi
s-gi-yu-da-le-s-ge-s-di-quo-s-gi-ni u-yo ge-sv-i
tsa-tse-li-ga-ye-no tsa-gv-wi-yu-hi ge-sv-i
a-le tsa-li-ni-gi-di-yi ge-sv-i
a-le e-tsa-lv-quo-di-yu ge-sv ni-go-hi-lv-i
Amen | | comments: Leave a comment |
| Ar n-Athair a ta air ne\amh,
Gu naomhaichear t' ainm.
Gu'n tigeadh do ri\oghachd,
Gu'n deanar do thoil air thalamh,
mara nithear air ne\amh,
Tabhair dhuinn an diugh ar n-aran lathail,
Agus maith dhuinn ar fiachan
mar a mhaitheamaid d' ar luchd-fiach,
Agus na leig sinn am buaireadh,
ach saor sinn o olc,
Oir is leatsa an ri\oghachd, agus an cumhachd
agus a' ghlo\ir, gu siorruidh, Amen | | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment |
| Avinu shebashamayim
yitkadesh shimcha, tavo malchutecha,
yease retsoncha kebashamayim ken ba'aretz.
Et lechem chukenu ten lanu hayom,
uslach lanu al chataeinu,
kefi shesolchim gam anachnu
lachot'im lanu.
Veal tevienu lijdei nisajon
ki im chaltzenu min hara.
Ki lecha hamamlacha hagvura
vehatif'eret leolmei olamim.
Amen. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| | Subject: | call | | Time: | 02:12 pm |
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| Pater (h)emon (h)o en tois ouranois
(h)agiastheto to onoma sou
eltheto (h)e basileia sou
genetheto to thelema sou
(h)ws in ourano kai epi ges
Ton arton (h)emon ton epiousion dos (h)emin semeron
kai aphes (h)min ta opheilemata (h)mon
(h)os kai (h)emeis aphekamen tois opheiletais (h)mon
kai me eisenegkes (h)mas eis peirasmon
alla (h)rusai (h)mas apo tou ponerou | | comments: Leave a comment |
| My great Uncle, Spike, has contracted lung cancer for the second time, is currently in the hospital, and is not expected to live. He's been dead set on not being a part of our family for the last thirty or so years, so no one's spoken wiht him since my great gram died. My Gram adn her other brother, Bruce, have flown down to be with him until further notice. Now, this is kinda slippery. The last time my gram saw him, she had quite a face off with both him and his wife. Same with Bruce. His wife isn't the sweetest lady you'll come accross, either. So, for those who will, I need prayers for my family. This is a very big deal, and I hope it goes well.
Pax,
Magz:)
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| | Subject: | hard | | Time: | 09:28 pm |
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| | What happens when the hard thing to do becomes easy, and the easy becomes hard? And what if we're told that that hardest thing is right? Well then what's right? | | comments: Leave a comment |
| I feel really fantastic. I woke up this morning feeling pained and dry, but then I washed up and went for a jog, so now I feel totally rehabilittated. REMEMBER, IF YOU FEEL RATHER NASTY AND HAVE TO OPPORTUNITY, GO FOR A JOG!!! Makes all that difference, especially when you haven't gone jogging for a while ( ~*mouths from the back and gestures to self*~ ME...ME!) And going out in the middle of the afternoon during summer was really nice, quiet, and I would only expect it to be quiter at night. I'd like to jog at night, but that's just not the best idea.
Pax,
Magz:)
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