There were some good things that happened this week as well.
I met a third-year Physicist who likes politics. Had a nice politics chat with him. Alhough I am quite ignorant on the subject. It was about Israel and Iran.
A guy I sort of like came to sit by me at supper. And he offered to lend me his phone and I had a deepish conversation with him about a bible passage. If he ever reads my blog he would/might recognise himself.
Amidst my freaked-out-ness about all my assigments and stuff I get a double Shabbat. This is debateably a good thing. Wait, this IS a good thing. Elohim decreed it, right?
I got to discuss the Shabbat-thing with my lecturer without making an appointment.
I didn't get soaked by the rain.
I didn't get run over by a car.
Bible-study was fun. We played games. I managed to get there in time.
Elohim answers prayer. That seems rather random but that's one of the things I learnt this week. "If you ask whatever in My Name it shall be granted". And Elohim answers questions out the Bible. Powerfully.
Funny how my 'what I bad week I had' email is soooo long compared to my 'I guess I should be thankful' one. If I actually thought about it I might get more for this one.
My holiday was amazingly good. I expected it to be too. That should be a whole othe post, but I'm tired now.
Friday, 13 April 2012
downdate
So... this week has been very interesting. If not hilarious and highly infuriating.
The day I arrive, I find out that our group, many of them absent, has a presentation due in 4 working days. This presentation encompasses most of our year mark, if not at least our term mark. This comes as quite a shock.
On par, or even more importantly, I had forgot to bring my pillow with me to res. Sleeping on a fluffy ducky that was small when I was four, doesn't even begin to make up for it. Thankfully a kind benefactor lent me her pillow and gave me an avo-box full of matzah's. Very good matzah's.
The same day as before mentioned, I find out that I have a test scheduled for the Saturday. It' goes against my principles top write on Saturdays, them being Shabbat. (i.e. not just because I would like to sleep in).
The next day, I speak to my lecturer about the matter, he wants official documentation. Every single department seems to have a different procedure. The person who usually helps me with these matters did not reply to my messages, therefore I decided to go to the admin building and sort it out myself. Epic fail. I arrive there very shortly after they close. When I come back I decide to go for a bit of exercise, cycling. It would appear that someone had vandalised my chain in an attempt to steal my bicycle, and succeeded at the former. My bicycle was still there, but I was unable to budge it. The cord had been hacked at and somehow managed to coil in on itself and a random piece of wood. And of course the bike. So I couldn't open the lock, which was in fact one of my better excuses not to do exercise. Must say, that one worked.
The following day I go to the admin building again. They send me from one person to another to another all the way to the adjunct-registrar. Who did not darken the door of his office in the entire time I sat there. Granted, I didn't have an appointment.
Finally, the person I had contacted initally (let's call him Mr. Left) gets back to me, we have a bit of communication about the subject etc. and then I lose my phone. I had been busy for about eight hours since I left res, when I realised that I left it at the library. Back to the library on my way to bible study, it's not there. I almost burst into tears.
I am not very attached to my phone, I don't have that many contacts and I don't have BBM. But I had Mr. Left's no. on it. And he was probably frantically sending me messages and wondering what my problem was.
When I got back to res, my wallet wasn't in my handbag pocket. Which meant my key wasn't in there either. So I sat down on the floor, and I found it. Praise Elohim.
I had to make three phonecalls on the payphone (to get Mr. Left's no. and to call him). But I had hardly any coins. In fact, I had one fifty-cents. Thankfully I don't have too much pride to beg [sic].
But these phonecalls didn't go smoothly either. When I called my mom the first time, she didn't answer.When I called my friend to get Mr. Left's no (I had called my mom to get his), he couldn't hear me. I mean, seriously. And then when I finally reached Mr. Left I essentially ran out of money and the phone went dead.
After several agonising moments, he phoned me back. I still don't know whether my test was rescheduled for today.
But the irony is this: today is also a Sabbath, becasue it's the seventh day of Pesach. Thank goodness I only realised it today. Only, all that trouble was for nothing. I'm going to have to write my test on Shabbat anyway. Thankfully it's a really easy test. Well, I hope it is anyway.
This morning, I accidentally bunked two classes. Because I do not have a phone anymore, I couldn't set an alarm. My roomie kindly made sure that I was awake when she left at quarter past 6, but I only woke up again at quarter to 9. And then I found out that it's a Shabbat and I decided to bunk my other two classes as well.
I am a leetle bit worried about having two days off, but I know that Elohim will help me. I'd rather trust in Him than trust in Myself to work one day more. What's one extra day off in a whole term, right?
Okay, so let's recap all the bad things that happened to me this week (it's called a pity-party). I had a scary presentation to do. THe night before I had spent all evening unpacking my boxes and bags and futilely trying to make the room look nice. At least the shelves.
Also, I had struggled to get my assignment handed in, with all the correct forms and references attached. Last minute stuff. Though I never intend to do things last minute. Okay, hardly ever.
Then I had the whole test thing which consumed my week unneccesarily.
The bike that's stuck.
The phone that's gone.
I was such a squirrel by the end of the day that I only managed to get my pyjama shirt on the right way around by the third try.
Do not judge.
The day I arrive, I find out that our group, many of them absent, has a presentation due in 4 working days. This presentation encompasses most of our year mark, if not at least our term mark. This comes as quite a shock.
On par, or even more importantly, I had forgot to bring my pillow with me to res. Sleeping on a fluffy ducky that was small when I was four, doesn't even begin to make up for it. Thankfully a kind benefactor lent me her pillow and gave me an avo-box full of matzah's. Very good matzah's.
The same day as before mentioned, I find out that I have a test scheduled for the Saturday. It' goes against my principles top write on Saturdays, them being Shabbat. (i.e. not just because I would like to sleep in).
The next day, I speak to my lecturer about the matter, he wants official documentation. Every single department seems to have a different procedure. The person who usually helps me with these matters did not reply to my messages, therefore I decided to go to the admin building and sort it out myself. Epic fail. I arrive there very shortly after they close. When I come back I decide to go for a bit of exercise, cycling. It would appear that someone had vandalised my chain in an attempt to steal my bicycle, and succeeded at the former. My bicycle was still there, but I was unable to budge it. The cord had been hacked at and somehow managed to coil in on itself and a random piece of wood. And of course the bike. So I couldn't open the lock, which was in fact one of my better excuses not to do exercise. Must say, that one worked.
The following day I go to the admin building again. They send me from one person to another to another all the way to the adjunct-registrar. Who did not darken the door of his office in the entire time I sat there. Granted, I didn't have an appointment.
Finally, the person I had contacted initally (let's call him Mr. Left) gets back to me, we have a bit of communication about the subject etc. and then I lose my phone. I had been busy for about eight hours since I left res, when I realised that I left it at the library. Back to the library on my way to bible study, it's not there. I almost burst into tears.
I am not very attached to my phone, I don't have that many contacts and I don't have BBM. But I had Mr. Left's no. on it. And he was probably frantically sending me messages and wondering what my problem was.
When I got back to res, my wallet wasn't in my handbag pocket. Which meant my key wasn't in there either. So I sat down on the floor, and I found it. Praise Elohim.
I had to make three phonecalls on the payphone (to get Mr. Left's no. and to call him). But I had hardly any coins. In fact, I had one fifty-cents. Thankfully I don't have too much pride to beg [sic].
But these phonecalls didn't go smoothly either. When I called my mom the first time, she didn't answer.When I called my friend to get Mr. Left's no (I had called my mom to get his), he couldn't hear me. I mean, seriously. And then when I finally reached Mr. Left I essentially ran out of money and the phone went dead.
After several agonising moments, he phoned me back. I still don't know whether my test was rescheduled for today.
But the irony is this: today is also a Sabbath, becasue it's the seventh day of Pesach. Thank goodness I only realised it today. Only, all that trouble was for nothing. I'm going to have to write my test on Shabbat anyway. Thankfully it's a really easy test. Well, I hope it is anyway.
This morning, I accidentally bunked two classes. Because I do not have a phone anymore, I couldn't set an alarm. My roomie kindly made sure that I was awake when she left at quarter past 6, but I only woke up again at quarter to 9. And then I found out that it's a Shabbat and I decided to bunk my other two classes as well.
I am a leetle bit worried about having two days off, but I know that Elohim will help me. I'd rather trust in Him than trust in Myself to work one day more. What's one extra day off in a whole term, right?
Okay, so let's recap all the bad things that happened to me this week (it's called a pity-party). I had a scary presentation to do. THe night before I had spent all evening unpacking my boxes and bags and futilely trying to make the room look nice. At least the shelves.
Also, I had struggled to get my assignment handed in, with all the correct forms and references attached. Last minute stuff. Though I never intend to do things last minute. Okay, hardly ever.
Then I had the whole test thing which consumed my week unneccesarily.
The bike that's stuck.
The phone that's gone.
I was such a squirrel by the end of the day that I only managed to get my pyjama shirt on the right way around by the third try.
Do not judge.
Tuesday, 27 March 2012
Atheism is unbelievable
Atheism is ridiculous.
It's a total cop-out.
I mean, this is the scenario humans are faced with:
What do atheists do? They answer these questions at a level one does not expect (or should not expect) in normal humans.
Why do we exist? "We just do."
How do we exist? "We just do." (It may have been an accident, at that.)
That's such a fundamentalist way to think. They decide what they want to believe and then close their minds to the questions that challenge them.
The thing is, why don't just exist. Had we been matter of the simplest form imaginable, perhaps the first answer would be feasible. But still the second would not.
Of course, we aren't dry matter. Which doesn't matter to atheists. If we as humans have no plan or purpose, we might as well have been pure matter.
To believe in a physical world alone is ludicrous.
How does a search for meaning even being to formulate itself without the existence of 'meaning' itself?
It's a total cop-out.
I mean, this is the scenario humans are faced with:
- We exist.
- Why do we exist?
- How do we exist?
What do atheists do? They answer these questions at a level one does not expect (or should not expect) in normal humans.
Why do we exist? "We just do."
How do we exist? "We just do." (It may have been an accident, at that.)
That's such a fundamentalist way to think. They decide what they want to believe and then close their minds to the questions that challenge them.
The thing is, why don't just exist. Had we been matter of the simplest form imaginable, perhaps the first answer would be feasible. But still the second would not.
Of course, we aren't dry matter. Which doesn't matter to atheists. If we as humans have no plan or purpose, we might as well have been pure matter.
To believe in a physical world alone is ludicrous.
How does a search for meaning even being to formulate itself without the existence of 'meaning' itself?
Wednesday, 7 March 2012
Lord Limerick the Last
There was an old man from the ocean
Who developed a new kind of lotion
It claimed to heal scabs
On the knees of pink crabs
What an extrodinary notion...
Who developed a new kind of lotion
It claimed to heal scabs
On the knees of pink crabs
What an extrodinary notion...
Growing up
I don't miss you
I miss us
it seems the friends we used to be
have trickled into kitchen cracks
have wafted off on summer breezes
died
or maybe grew
into people we don't know
didn't know we would become
and yet
I do not miss you when I'm with you
but I do
I miss us
it seems the friends we used to be
have trickled into kitchen cracks
have wafted off on summer breezes
died
or maybe grew
into people we don't know
didn't know we would become
and yet
I do not miss you when I'm with you
but I do
Monday, 5 March 2012
poem
i think that I may become a poet.
not that kind that are called poets
more the kind that are called people
who write
poems
the ease with which
disjointed sentences flow
makes one ponder
and think that this may indeed be
a way
to express
not that kind that are called poets
more the kind that are called people
who write
poems
the ease with which
disjointed sentences flow
makes one ponder
and think that this may indeed be
a way
to express
Friday, 2 March 2012
what?
I'm pretty tired.
My co-blogger-darer stated that this is the natural state of the university student. She should know right? I mean, she knows three of them. That counts. :P The person in question should hurry up and write her blog post, or else. Every time I open her blog I am confronted by baby elephants, eukeleles and lasagne. Unusual thought the combination may be, it does get tiresome.
I should actually be typing away furiously at an academic language assignment that's due in three and a half days. But I'm not. Want to make an attempt at surmising as to the reasons for this? i.e. Wanna guess why?
I'm tired. My eyes bore holes in's the screen, (more likely it's vica versa) and my fingers lie limply and uninspired by the keyboard.
Don't worry folks, that was a gross exaggeration. I did manage to cover two-thirds of the topic in half the minimum amount of words required. WHich will not do but oh well.
Shabbat has come timeously.
Tonight I am obliged to join the res in what they call a ladies' night a.k.a. 'pub crawl'and jive (jive being a verb). Ho ho what fun. We're going
to tour the towns selection of pubs and bars, and hopefully not clubs (I have bad connotations to those, in my mind). I am not looking forward to the excursion. Not just because I'm tired already. Because it's not my scene, okay?
But here goes...
My co-blogger-darer stated that this is the natural state of the university student. She should know right? I mean, she knows three of them. That counts. :P The person in question should hurry up and write her blog post, or else. Every time I open her blog I am confronted by baby elephants, eukeleles and lasagne. Unusual thought the combination may be, it does get tiresome.
I should actually be typing away furiously at an academic language assignment that's due in three and a half days. But I'm not. Want to make an attempt at surmising as to the reasons for this? i.e. Wanna guess why?
I'm tired. My eyes bore holes in's the screen, (more likely it's vica versa) and my fingers lie limply and uninspired by the keyboard.
Don't worry folks, that was a gross exaggeration. I did manage to cover two-thirds of the topic in half the minimum amount of words required. WHich will not do but oh well.
Shabbat has come timeously.
Tonight I am obliged to join the res in what they call a ladies' night a.k.a. 'pub crawl'and jive (jive being a verb). Ho ho what fun. We're going
to tour the towns selection of pubs and bars, and hopefully not clubs (I have bad connotations to those, in my mind). I am not looking forward to the excursion. Not just because I'm tired already. Because it's not my scene, okay?
But here goes...
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)