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Monday, December 31, 2012

What comes of reading opinion articles on the Internet...

I just finished reading an opinion article on thought catalog in regards to airports and a few of their inconveniences. Most of the article rattled through my brains as I remembered my own experiences at airports (particularly the 18 hours I spent in the Russian airport; back to the point) but one thing really planted itself in my mind. Like a seed that is being nourished and cared for, off springs of branches and leaves are stemming from a simple idea. What is this idea?

Think of the moment when you feel the surge of the turbines and engines; right when the plane is about to take off into the air at a couple of hundred kilometres an hour. At that particular moment, you and all of the other passengers and those in the plane are quite literally entrusting their lives over to the pilot/s for the entire duration of the trip. Now stop and think about that last sentence; ponder on it for a few moments. So many people, hour by hour, day by day, year by year are in exactly that position. More often than not, passengers are thinking about their destinations and what they plan to see or do when they get there. Usually, the only time that they think about the fact they are entrusting their lives to the pilot/s is the first time they fly... If they were even old enough to understand what was happening in the first place.

Now think about everytime you hop in a vehicle of any type with anyone; do you realise that everyone in that vehicle is entrusting their lives to the driver the moment they put on their belt buckles? I know that a buckle is a safety precaution, but in the moment you belt up, that is when you truly decide that yes, you are going to undertake that journey, whether it be a long or short one, trusting that the driver will get you to point b without damaging the vehicle or its contents. Again, thought we as humans travel daily, the thought rarely enters people's minds that they are, for the duration of the trip, putting their lives into the hands of some one else to control.

This brings me to my next thought: if we readily (and so often without thought) entrust our lives to others to genus through our journey and to bring us to point b safely, the why do we find it so danged hard to entrust our lives to God? We continually entrust our lives to people to get us from point a to point b, so why can't we trust the one whom created the world and everything in it, WHOM MADE US PERFEcTLY IMPERFECT? Yet even as I think about this, I see my own flaw in this area. I trust the people who get 'pilot' the vehicles that get me from my point As to my point Bs; yet somehow I subconsciously always question God when he's directing me through. Why don't I let him take the wheel and 'Enjoy the Journey'? Why is it so hard for us to trust that he has a perfect plan for us.

Now, I don't really know how to conclude this particular post, but I do know that I will never think the same way about getting into vehicles of whom someone else is in control of. Why? Because the question of 'Why don't I trust God in the same way, no matter how I try?' will continue to resound in my mind along with the sound of whatever engine/s is/are running, and whomever may or may not be alongside me.

Now, take a seat, buckle up and enjoy your journey!

Sunday, December 30, 2012

Proper update from Zagreb!


Typical city street in Zagreb
A typical street in Zagreb


Hello from Zagreb!
I know its been a while since I last posted a non-depressing, actual post, and so Ive decided to add some fun, colour, photos (1) and thoughts about Zagreb! 

Zagreb is the capital city of Croatia, of which approximately 800,000 call home (1,200,000 in the Metropolitan area (2).)

The buildings are more often than not grey and pretty uniform in appearance (some would say dreary.) One can walk around for a couple of hours and not find what they are looking for (especially on public holidays) other than grocery and conveience stores, and the town squares. (Edit: Its not actually that hard to find things if you know where to look and if you keep your eye out 04/01/2013)

Even though this photo is in Sepia, one can still see how uniform the city is!


This makes finding good places to eat (ie not Mc Donalds or some Croatian version of fast food), and go out (to drink and dance) are pretty hard to find. Generally, you have to keep a good eye out to find something good; unless you can find a local whom speaks English, knows the place well enough, and is willing to help you (or you could ask the receptionist at the hotel/hostel where to go before leaving for the day!) Sometimes even getting assistance from hostel staff (or staff of any other service) can be difficult, especially with language and cultural barriers. Generally though they have been as helpful as possible given the circumstances.

Although it has its flaws (like any other city or town really)
 Zagreb is actually a very beautiful place with generally nice people and fantastic Christmas and New Years Celebrations (both days are deserving of posts of their very own!)




Eat:
Dance:

Church (Crkva):

See:



We have stayed at two hostels since we got back to Zagreb. One was the Palmers Lodge Hostel (Here are links to its website and facebook page; the facebook page is more updated). This was a lovely place with heaps comfy couches; nice decor; clean, nice bthrooms and really nice staff. I would recommend this hostel to anyone looking for somewhere to stay in Zagreb... and its pretty easy to find too!

The second one was the Day and Night Hostel website and facebook page

Footnotes:

(1) None of the photographs in this post are mine and belong to their respective photographers. I will intend to upload
     some photographs when I get back to Australia. In the meantime, enjoy a virtual almost-tour!
(2) Source: Wikipedia.
     URL: http://wikitravel.org/en/Zagreb
     Date and Time Visited: Friday, 28 December 2012, 14:14:39 CET


Saturday, December 29, 2012

I dont even need to mention who this is to...

Ok, so I've let it slide for way too long. Its gotten to the stage where you EXPECT me to cook for you, where YOU believe that I should spend the rest of my life as a housewife, in the kitchen all day slaving over the cook top while you have your own fun. Sure I enjoy it, but when you then go ahead and speak to me with absolutely no respect whatsoever and tell me like a servant "Here, have a kinder and get back to cooking;" it not only kills my joy but also makes me feel like throwing everything I've just cooked in your face. Of course I don't because I care too much about you to see you have hot soup, orange syrup, stewed apples and spaghetti all over you (and honestly, I would rather not waste good food either.)

Its simply not enough to say you respect me then turn around and treat me with no respect. I dont care if you told me you love me, (well yeah I do, but I digress) treat me with respect or Ill be out of your life the moment I get back to Australia. Dont think Im kidding either. I'm learning that it is simply not ok for a friend who supposedly cares so much to treat their friend like a worker; or worse: a servant. Wash your own dishes, cook your own food, clean up after yourself and start remembering things like your credit card because its these things along with you treating me and everyone else with no respect that is making me start to lose respect for you. Clean up your act and start treating me and everyone else better; or see us all walk away and leave you lonely.

Wednesday, December 26, 2012

Christmas

-in a hostel in Zagreb.
-food from a bakery cos nothing else was open by the time the other one wanted to go out last night.
-every attempt at making Chistmas feel like a day that is not a normal day: ruined.
-get Christmas cheer just before lunch... ruined during lunch.
-homesick.
-lonely even though Im travelling with the other one and even though Im in a city of a million people.

Happy Birthday Jesus!

Have a wonderful rest of the day everyone!

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

hmm...

Where to go from here? Looking at jobs in different towns and not knowing what is next. I don't even know where to start. Sometimes I think I want to go back to Brown City, then other times to go to Green city, sometimes to the Heritage city then other times to go to the old home town. Who knows? Will I be single? Where will I be living, working? Who will I visit in my spare time? Will I finally be able to get past the last of these crosses? I know I can't do anything without the Lord and I know he has a plan for me, but not knowing what is coming next is possibly the hardest thing for me to  deal with at this particular point in time. All of this uncertainty is certainly hard to deal with. I don't want to end up being depressed with no on e around me a regretting my life when I'm fifty.  I want my kids *if/ when I have them* to want to visit me and to enjoy my company. Most of all, I want to be able to stand up in front of God (when the time comes) and to be able to say "God, I lived my life the best I possibly could in my given circumstances and I lived it according to your will. I know that because I pray so much I shouldn't be so worried, but I am human and I'm far from perfect. Worrying about things makes me realise that I just need to trust and pray even more.

On a more positive note, things in this lovely little place are going quite well. More details to come.

Monday, December 3, 2012

Happy First Sunday of Advent Everyone!

Christmas, without a doubt is my second favourite time of the year. Why second and not first? The Holy Week and Easter season is my favourite because Jesus died and rose again to defeat death and to save us all from ourselves, basically. Christmas is a time for unity and love. It is one of the only times of the year where pretty much everything closes so that people can spend a day together as family, whether they be blood related or not. There's food, drinks, laughter, gifts, fun and more laughter.

My favourite part about Christmas though is coming together with people who have similar beliefs and celebrating a night that should never EVER be forgotten: the night that our Lord and Saviour was born into his earthly life in a farmshed in Bethlehem... with a manger for a cradle. When the wise men and shepherds and the poor came to visit, and when after having a dream (given to them buy God) to not return to Herod, the wise men, after giving Jesus the gifts that they had brought him, left on another route back to the East.

Jesus was born into a family with no wealth; a true working class family. Even from the beginning of his earthly life inside of Mary, he lived a truly humble life. We would do well to remember that to change the world around us, to help those who are poor, imprisoned, or have the underhand in any way that we don't need a great deal of wealth; we don't really need any monetary sum: we just have to be there  to give them company and to bring them peace and joy through prayer and learning together.

May we all remember this Christmas just exactly what Christmas is about and where it originated: from the Christ-mass that occurred on that divine night over 2000 years ago in the little town of Bethlehem: The birth of our King and Saviour. Let us wait in eager anticipation for the anniversary of that very special night, and celebrate it with those who we can: family, friends, other lonely people. Let us make this Christmas truly merry! Merry first day of Advent everyone; may God bless you all and keep you!

Saturday, December 1, 2012

As I...

...finish looking back at old blog posts from over a year ago, I see how far I've come in the last year (All thanks to the Lord!) and can't believe how much has changed. I'm so much happier these days and have friends that actually care about me and am actually living my life rather than working too many hours at a dead end job. Thank-you Lord for all you've done for me!!!

Random brief update

Hey guys,
So Im overseas in a place where its is currently winter and it is absolutely amazing! This place is so prayerful and Im here with one of my best friends, silver gnat. So many Catholic shops, such a beautiful culture and such beautiful scenery... and one of the best parts? IT IS RAINING!!!!! XD