Hang: Good Friends Are There Forever

Yesterday I saw James off at the station on his way to work. When he treid to go through the barrier he realised that his friend, who had borrowed his travel card, gave him back a bus pass.
He was already late, there was along queue and the quick ticket machines wouldn't take cash so I had to use my card.
So he finaly goes to catch his train and I turn to walk away when I hear someone scream out my name like I've been caught somewhere I shouldn't be. I turn around and who do I see but Hang, my best friend from school.

We got talking and I gave her my number. She's married and has a baby boy. What I can't stop thinking about is how easily we could have missed each other.

1) James was running late in the first place (mainly my fault as always).
2) I only new he had problems with his ticket because I looked back, if not I would have been out the station and on the bus.
3) If I hadn't offered to buy his ticket and he had to line up instead she would have wlaked right passed us.

I always wondered what it would be like to see my old friends again. Would they remember me?, would we have anything to talk about?. But it was great seeing her again.
Man, some things where just meant to happen.

Rage against the Computers

Right now I'm supposed to be doing System Analysis and Design, but the net is playing up. Eveytime I try to search something it say 'Site Not Found'. This internet thing really gets on my nerves sometime.
I've only managed to get a little paragraph about the role of a Project Manager, but I just copied and pasted it so its pratically nothing compared to what I should have (and would normally have) produced by now.
Well this class is finishing now, I have an hours break before the next. I wasn't going to go out but I just have to now. I can't sit at a computer that won't do what I tell it, in a room where all the good computers are taken and most of the students treat it like their bedrrom.
I mean have they no shame, you would think they've had no home training. Im going now, I dont want to turn this into a long rant about my fellow students (if you can call them that).

Speechless

I've fallen again and I don't know what to say
I've let my weakness take over, is it right that I should pray

It seem so wrong to call your name
To ask forgiveness, to hide my shame

Sorry always seem to do the trick
A pretty cover up, this time won't stick

A thousand times I come before you
A thousand times I turn away

My mouth can't speak the words your longing
So I'll let you hear my heart instead

Redeemed

I lay there as you invade
I can't move
Fear paralysis me

I try to scream
As you take advantage
But my lips are sealed with shame

You took away my innocence
But you didn't keep it long

There's a man who gave it back
For nothing in return
He told me I was beautiful
And showed me that He cared

With His outstretched arms
He loved me
And wiped away the tears

With His open arms
He took my shame
As he hung before the world

The Carriage

She sits in anticipation as the train pulls into the station, scanning the platform she looks for that familiar face. There he was waiting patiently for the doors to open, he steps in and takes his usual seat near the door.

She notices his new haircut and smiles approvingly, it makes him look like Brad Pitt. Still smiling she catches the eye of a man sitting opposite her, who smiles back with a little wink. He's new, a bit greasy, looks like a yuppie, one of those city boys. No not her type, she'll stick with Ben.

That's what she called him, 'Ben', it was nice, he was nice. If only she could talk to him, what would she say, "Hi I'm..." No that wouldn't work. Just talk to him, she's annoyed at herself for being so shy, so boring, so...so probably not his type.

He's probably got a girlfriend, Candice, Stephanie, or Tamara. She's a model, tall, long legs, blonde, skinny, and..
The train stops Mr Greasy gets off and glances back at her, she cringes and realises that 'Ben' will get off at the next stop.

Its now or never, adrenalin pumps through her with each heart beat as she gets up and sits in the empty seat next to his. He smiles, Brad Pitt definitely. "Hi I'm Joanne," she says stretching out her hand. He takes it "Hi I'm.." Damn she's day dreaming again.

The train stops, the doors open, he gets off and follows the signs towards the exit. As the train leaves the platform he turns and watches her starring into the distance. She was always there when he got on the train, seated in the middle of the carriage. He sighed hoping she liked his haircut and was annoyed with his inability to speak to her
Tomorrow, he'll speak to her tomorrow.

The Writer

I've decided that since I want to get involved in media, particularly written media, I might as well get some practice as i've not really had any experience apart from english lessons at school. So to follow will be what i've come up with. Hope you like it, feel free to comment but remember this is my first go so the Simon Cowells of the world need not read any further.

God loves a cheerful giver

I feel that this scripture has been miss used alot in the church. I've heard so many ministers use it as a way to get people to give during the tithe and offering. Taken from 2 Corinthians 9:7, it's supposed to encourage people to give from the heart and because they want to, not because they feel they have to.

When Paul (they guy who wrote Corinthians) says that God loves a cheerful giver he means that God wants you to be happy when you give. If your going to give through force or grudgingly then you might as well not give because its not with a cheerful heart.

What you give should be what you have decided based on what you have been blessed with or what you feel God has laid on your heart to give whether to the church or to a particular person. You shouldn't give a certain amount just because its what others give or because its what the mninister has told you to give.

All Gods promises are made to us because we are His children, as long as we follow His word those promise will be fulfilled. Giving is just a way to say thank you for blessing me, because you have done this I will give this to you or for your purposes.

Using scriptures like this wrongly is the kind of thing that is leading people to think that churches are just after our money, when they're not (or shouldn't).

Iceland

Last week at work we were doing a project about Iceland (the country not the supermarket), and it seems like a great place to visit. Its only 3-4 hours away from europe, has a temperate and seasonal climate, and the natural scenary such as the geysers and hotsprings sound so inviting. So one day (I don't know when I would love to go there)

New Semester

I've just seen my marketing lecturer to get the resulst of the marketing plan and to go over it with him. He said it was a good attempt considering we had no background knowledge and gave us 75%. So im just waiting to get the overall grade for the course, im not sure how my IT is going, ill have to wait for taht one.

It may be likely that i will not be returning if i cant sort my finances out. My lecturer says that i can go and think about how much i can give in installments then he'll speak to the guys in the office. If i can get a job that will bring in enough money and allow me to take off time to study, it will be great. So i will just have to see. I really want to continue the course, I know the facilities arent great but the lecturers are.

Well God I'll just have to see how things work out, but whatever happens I will follow the path you lay out for me.

Im Still Here

Haven't posted a messages in a while so I thought I'd just put something down so you didnt think i'd suddenly dissapeared. Alot has gone on in the past few weeks relating to work and uni (details to come). At the moment im sitting in an internet cafe with 11mins left, then im off to see James, who's brother arrived from Italy on Sunday (Welcome to London Felix). He thinks London is a ghetto (can't blame him). Hopefully he'll get to see more of London.